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to college?”
    I released a self-conscious laugh. “Actually we’re high school juniors…or we were. We’ll be seniors in the fall. I’m never sure what to call myself during the summer. You know? Am I what I was, or what I’m going to be?”
    Why was I going on and on about nothing? That wasn’t like me. But then, what was these days?
    His smile grew. I wanted to reach out and touch the corner of his mouth. Strange, really strange. I’d never wanted to touch Drew’s mouth. I’m sure it was only because the psychic had mentioned Brady’s smile—correction. She’d mentioned a guy with a nice smile. I didn’t know for sure if it was this guy. There were probably hundreds of guys who wore red Chiefs caps over their sandy blond hair.
    He removed his cap and combed his fingers through his hair, before tucking his cap in his back pocket. Drew’s hair was black, short. Brady’s curled a little on the ends, fell forward over his brow. It seemed to irritate him that it did, because he combed it back a couple of more times, then shrugged. “My dad would get after me for wearing a hat indoors,” he said. “So, anyway, I’ll be a sophomore in the fall.”
    Even though he was blond, he was really tanned. I figured he liked the outdoors. Drew, even though he was dark, was pretty pale. Notvampire pale or anything, but he much preferred staying indoors.
    â€œAt Rice,” I reiterated.
    â€œYep. We’re practically neighbors, and here we meet in New Orleans. What are the odds?”
    â€œFive million to one.”
    His brown eyes widened slightly. The psychic didn’t mention that he had really nice eyes. A golden brown, sort of like warm, fresh pralines.
    â€œReally?” he asked.
    â€œNo, I was just throwing out numbers. I have no idea.”
    He laughed. Need I say it? His laugh was nice. Everything about him was nice. And it made me uncomfortable because I didn’t want to like him, not even for just one night. Because if we spent time together tonight and I never saw him again, if he didn’t ask for my phone number…quite honestly, it would hurt. And it would add to all the insecurities that I was already harboring, because I had to have at least one flaw, maybe more. There had to be some reason that Drew abandoned me for someone else. Something had to be lacking in me.
    If I’d been brave, I would have asked Drew. Why’d he do it? What was wrong with me? But part of me didn’t want to know the truth, wasn’t ready to face whatever it was that was wrong with me.
    I actually hadn’t talked to Drew at all that night after I discovered him cheating on me. I just took my cell phone off the seat, walked away, and called my dad to come pick me up.
    â€œYou okay?” Brady asked now, jerking me back to the present—which was a much nicer place to be.
    â€œOh, yeah. I couldn’t remember if I left the iron on.” It was something my mom said when she didn’t want to talk about whatever it was she’d been thinking about. It made absolutely no sense and was a stupid thing to say. Still, I said it.
    â€œYou iron?” he asked incredulously.
    â€œIt’s obvious you don’t.”
    He looked down at his wrinkled shirt. “Yeah, my duffle bag was pretty stuffed, and we wanted to get in as much sightseeing as we could today.”
    â€œSo you’re just here for the day?”
    â€œNah, we’re here for the summer. Volunteering, building a house, I think. Tank’s got the details, I’m just along for the ride.”
    â€œThat’s the reason we’re here, too.”
    There were lots of volunteer and rebuilding efforts in the city. The odds that we were going to be working on the same project could’ve really been five million to one. I was sure it wasn’t happening.
    So I began to relax a little. What was wrong with having fun—just for