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one would peg you for gay.” Asshole? Yes. Gay? Doubtful. I stood and shouldered my messenger bag. “I gotta run. See you around.”
    “Did I offend you again?” he asked, jumping to his feet.
    “Not really. I need to get to rehearsal.” I should have said yes and stormed out, but I knew my mistake the moment his face lit up when I mentioned where I was going.
    “Katie mentioned you were a theater major. That’s cool.”
    “Thanks.”
    “I’m heading that way myself. I’ll walk with you.”
    “Why? I mean, no offense, but why?”
    Lance shrugged. “I just figured if your best friend was going to be dating Katie, we might as well get to know each other.”
    “Katie handed you your ass, did she?” I said with a smirk.
    “Uh, yeah. You could say that.”
    I chuckled as I headed to the door and stepped out, Lance right on my heels. “Well, I’ll let you off the hook and tell Bo you apologized and were a perfect gentleman.” I turned and offered my hand. “I’m sure you and I won’t be running into each other just because my friend is dating your sister. See you around.”
    Lance took my hand, but instead of shaking it, he held onto it, his gaze heavy on mine. “I’d like to get to know you, regardless,” he said. “Plus, I’d like another chance to prove first impressions aren’t always true.”
    I tried to think of something to say, but the way he was looking at me had me all messed up in the head. He said he wasn’t gay, but I would have sworn the look in his eyes said he’d eat me up if he had the chance. I really was losing it. Brushing it off to an aftereffect of a confusing and weird weekend—or maybe to being more nervous about the upcoming production than I realized—I pulled my hand free from his and nodded.
    As we started walking, Lance attempted to make conversation. “So are you from Michigan?”
    “Originally from Royal Oak.”
    “Katie and I are from Columbiaville, a little-bitty town near Lapeer. Heard of it?”
    “No. I’ve heard of Lapeer though. Never been there, but I know where it is.”
    “You’re not missing anything.” He chuckled. “Not much goes on out there but farming and hunting.” He scrubbed a hand over his chin. “If you’re not doing anything Friday night, why don’t you come to the game?”
    “What game?”
    “Michigan vs. Iowa.”
    My hands were turning numb from the cold, so I shoved them in the pockets of my hoodie. “Is that football?”
    “Uh yeah. You do watch football, don’t you?”
    I snorted. “No, but obviously you do.”
    “And play too.”
    “What position?” Like I really cared, but I was all for anything at this point, even conversation about football, if it gave me an opportunity to figure out what Lance’s angle was and why he was being suddenly so friendly.
    “Halfback.” Lance bumped his shoulder against me, causing me to stumble, but I righted myself quickly before I landed on my ass. Christ, he was strong. “So if you want to go, I can get you a ticket.”
    His statement had me taken aback. Was he asking me to go or merely offering me free tickets? I shrugged. “Sorry, I can’t.” I wasn’t really sorry. I mean, I was curious as all hell as to why he was offering the tickets, but sitting out in the cold with thousands of crazy people watching men chase around a ball wasn’t my idea of an exciting Friday night, even if one of them was Lance. “It’s opening night at the theater. I sort of have to be there.”
    We ran out of conversation after that. As we walked across the campus, I kept my eyes on the sidewalk, but I watched him out of the corner of my eye. Even though he kept glancing at me the entire way, I didn’t feel the unease I had the night of the party. And then he stopped and visibly stiffened.
    “Hey, I gotta get to practice. Maybe I’ll run into you later.”
    Before I could say anything, he was cutting across me toward two big guys in the distance. After only a few steps, he looked back over his