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and intriguing and just plain cute. He could stare at her for hours, he was sure of it. “I don’t know. I’m looking at one right now.”
    “What?” Then she flushed and he knew she understood what he was saying.
    But he played it cool and changed the subject. “I was just wondering—”
    She cut him off. “Why am I part of Cherry Savers?”
    That was actually the question he wanted to ask most. But even more than that, he wanted to get to know more about Kira Larson. And if he moved too quickly to the Cherry Savers subject, he was afraid she’d think that’s all he cared about. “Actually, I was wondering how you ended up here. You don’t seem to be particularly fond of the town. Is it because of the speech program?”
    “Not really. It was sort of a given I’d go to UNC. I’m from here.”
    “From Greeley?” That surprised him. He hadn’t met anyone from the city yet and had just assumed most of the students came from elsewhere. Apparently not.
    “Born and raised.”
    He leaned into the table and lowered his voice. “Do you ever get used to the smell?” Besides being a college town, Greeley was a ranching community and the smell of slaughter always lay in the wind. On gusty nights, the breeze heightened the stench. It was nothing like the salty air Chase was used to.
    Kira laughed. “I suppose you do get used to it. I rarely notice it until someone points it out.”
    “Then there’s hope I might survive this place yet.”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Damn, he wanted to kiss that cute little smile of hers away. But he was trying to move slow. Which was a contradiction since they’d already banged.
    Whatever. He was trying to focus on getting to know her. “Then why did you stay? You could go elsewhere. Or are you a Momma’s girl?”
    “Shut up.” She punched his shoulder. And, despite the fact that she had a fairly good right hook, he’d tease her again just to feel more of her touch. “I couldn’t pass up the tuition. My father’s on the staff. It gives me a pretty hefty discount.”
    “Daddy’s girl, then.”
    “Please. No.”
    He was disappointed when she didn’t slug him again.
    She took a swallow of her latte. “Trust me. I’d rather be somewhere where I wasn’t under his eye all the time. I could be more myself. You know?”
    “Are you taking classes in his department or something? Because, if so, transfer.”
    She sighed. “Kinda hard when the entire school is his department.” Kira scrunched up her face as if hesitant to go on. “He’s the school president.”
    “Oh, fuck!” Dammit, that was crass. “I mean, shit.” Was that any better? “I mean…” He took a deep breath before he said anything else stupid. “President Satchell is your father?” That couldn’t have been what she meant. “You don’t have the same last name.”
    “He’s my step-dad. But he married my mom when I was a baby so he’s the only dad I’ve ever known.”
    “Damn.” He scratched the back of his neck, taking in that information. “Yeah, I guess that puts you under a lot of pressure then.” President Satchell had been touted as the most conservative president the liberal school had had in years. Chase cringed at what Satchell would think if he’d known his daughter had gotten it on with him in a storage room.
    Kira shared the cringe. “Tell me about it. He’s everywhere. And you think he has a conservative rep as a president you should see him as a dad.”
    Everything was slipping into place. “You mean, he’s the type of father who encourages his daughter to get involved with dad approved on-campus groups. Like basket weaving and Cherry Savers.”
    “There’s no basket weaving at UNC,” she giggled. “Wait, maybe there is. Anyway, it wasn’t entirely his decision that I join Cherry Savers. It seemed like a good idea as a freshman. I’m just not a freshman anymore.”
    Chase shifted in his seat. Talking about her virginity seemed a little out of place considering, and,