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kept thinking that a subset of these girls would be my pledge class. And, sad to say, the thought wasn't thrilling.
    As Em and I toured the house side by side, I felt Morgan, who was one of the girls helping with the tour, watching me. Which messed with the part of me that wanted to sneak off and "accidentally" run into Zach. Halfway through the tour, my feet were killing me, and I was still under Morgan's tight surveillance. After a day on my feet, I just wanted to sit down.  
    I flagged one of the girls helping with the tour and asked for directions to the powder room.  
    She pointed the way. "Down the hall, around the corner, first door on your right."
    "Want to come with?" I asked Em.
    She shook her head. It was like she was actually into the tour.
    "Take notes so you can fill me in later. I'll be right back," I told her, and made my way around the corner. The powder room was easy enough to find, but small—only two stalls—and mercifully empty. I zipped in and closed the door behind me, taking a deep breath as I leaned my head back against it. Free at last! For the moment, anyway.
    I was just about to open a stall door when I spotted a pair of bare, muscled male legs sticking out from beneath one of the sinks. I let out an involuntary gasp of surprise.  
    I must have startled the guy. His legs moved and then his head banged something beneath the sink.
    "Fuck!" he said in the smoothest, sexiest voice I could have imagined.
    "Sorry!" Even though he couldn't see me, I pointed and looked back to the door like it was to blame. "There was no sign that warned a guy was in here doing repairs." And okay, I had just failed recruitment and spoken to a guy.
    He slid out from beneath the sink, holding his head and squinting up at me as he sat up. My heart plummeted to my stomach like I had just gone over the steepest hill of a rollercoaster. Zach!
    "Crap!" I fell into a crouch beside him and stared at his bloody fingers where he was holding his head. He had an open gash on his gorgeous forehead. "You're bleeding."  
    I popped back up, grabbed a couple of paper towels from the dispenser, soaked them in cold water in the sink next to the one he'd been working on, and crouched back beside him to press it gently against the gash.
    He winced and wiped his fingers on his sweat-soaked T-shirt.  
    "Don't do that. You'll ruin your shirt. Here. Use this." I kept the pressure on his head while I handed him a spare damp paper towel.
    He wiped his fingers. "Why couldn't you just ignore me, pee, wash your hands, and leave like the rest of the girls?"
    I stared at him, stunned. "Girls actually do that? Act like you're invisible while they pee?" I made a face to show my disgust.
    He grinned at me, making me weak in the knees. "Yeah, PNM, they do. Get used to it."
    I didn't think I would ever get used to him and that golden voice of his. I pulled the paper towel away from his head long enough to take a look at the damage. "You're going to have a goose egg. It's already popping up."
    He grimaced.
    "No, that's good," I reassured him. "It means you probably don't have a concussion or a serious head wound."
    "Thanks, Florence Nightingale."
    I put the paper towel back against his head and applied pressure, fighting off the tingly way touching him made me feel and trying not to blush. "You should ice that."  
    I handed him the paper towel and started to rise. "I'll get you some. Keep the pressure on while I'm gone. The bleeding should stop soon. It's just a small gash. But you could use a butterfly bandage, too."
    I tried to stand. He caught me by the wrist. I hoped he couldn't feel the way my pulse leaped at his touch.
    "No!" He shook his head and squeezed my wrist. "They'll realize you talked to me and kick you out. You'll blow your shot at being a Double Deltsie."
    I couldn't help it. I laughed without humor. "You don't know who you're dealing with. I'll be a Double Deltsie no matter how many rules I break." I caught myself too late. That sounded