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to treat non-single women like the plague.
    And the way Max was looking at her, she was infected.
    Nick as her imaginary boyfriend was her shield. He kept Max at a distance and was her excuse for keeping Max there. She’d seen Max flirt, flashing his smile at girls and pouring on the charm until they were putty in his hands. But not with her. Oh no. He talked to her with a sneering curl to his lip. Well, screw him. She wasn’t interested anyway.
    But in the back of her mind, part of her wanted that challenge. She wanted to see what happened to Max Payton once all that charm had drained to zero and the real Max emerged. She’d caught a glimpse the other day when she saw him crouched outside of his townhouse, coaxing the battered cat to eat.
    Max shook his head, and the cocky mask returned. He eyed Danica’s shirt. “Hey Axel.”
    Danica ran her tongue over her teeth. “Hey Roid Rage.”
    Max smirked as he walked backward and raised his fist beside his head in a bicep curl. Then he laughed and turned around.
    So Lea got a nice view of his tight butt in those jeans.
    Jerk.
    She stared holes in his back until Danica stepped into her line of sight.
    “Well, well, well,” she drawled.
    Lea tugged on the ends of her hair. “I know, he’s such a jerk, right?” She smoothed her shirt and then brushed her fingertips over her warmed cheeks. “I mean, he can’t just say, ‘Oh, sorry for being a loud jerkoff while people are trying to study.’ Noooo, of course he can’t. He has to get all macho and up in my business with his big hands and minty breath and muscles. And what is up with those jeans? They are, like, molded to his body and stuff. I would be doing a public service buying him a new pair. Ugh!” She dropped her hands to her sides in a huff and stared at Danica.
    Who wasn’t rolling her eyes about the big jerk. Who wasn’t commiserating. Nope. Danica was smirking.
    “What’s that look for?” Lea demanded.
    Danica’s smile grew until she curled her tongue along her front teeth. “I’ve never seen you this worked up.”
    Lea narrowed her eyes. “I’m not worked up.”
    “Uh, yeah you are.”
    “No, I’m –“
    “Lea, you’re close to fuming.”
    “Fuming?”
    Danica tilted her head and raised her eyebrows.
    Lea growled in the back of her throat. “Okay, I’m irritated.”
    Danica rolled her eyes. “Fine, irritated. I’m just saying. For a guy you profess not to like . . . well . . . the lady doth protest too much.”
    “You’re quoting Shakespeare now?”
    “If the seventeenth-century playwright fits . . .”
    “Oh shut up,” Lea said, turning around and slamming a book onto its shelf.
    Danica raised a perfectly curved eyebrow. “That was some weird sexual banter.”
    “That was not—”
    “You were talking about his broom .” Danica practically shouted the last two words on a full-body shudder, and a student walking by jerked his head up and stared at them.
    Lea tried to hold in the giggles because they’d already made enough noise, but the laughter couldn’t be contained and burst through her lips. Danica watched Lea dissolve with a grin that proved she struggled holding it in as well.
    When Lea composed herself again, Danica sighed. “Look, I just want to say be careful. He’s not boyfriend material.”
    Lea bit her lip. Despite Nick’s claim Max was flirting, Lea didn’t believe it. Max wasn’t interested in her. She wouldn’t allow this weird fantasy about getting to know the real Max put her heart in jeopardy.
    Danica shifted her weight. “And you know how he treated Kat.”
    Lea had heard. He hadn’t been the best or most chivalrous boyfriend to Kat. Sometimes he’d been downright mean. But with help from Alec and Danica, Kat had learned last year she had dyslexia. Thanks to the diagnosis and getting the extra help she needed, Kat’s grades were thriving.
    And thanks to Alec’s unconditional love, Kat herself was like a sunbeam.
    “And you deserve the absolute