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that?”
     
    “Don’t think I’m not going to come straight back to what we’re talking about.”
     
    “Yes, Mom,” I giggle.
     
    Knock. Knock . “Laura?” a deep voice calls out.
     
    “Shit, it’s for you.” Mel whispers, her eyes as large as bagels. “Do you want me to call the police? Or should we barricade the door?”
     
    My heart is racing but not from fear. I can’t do this right now. I can’t see him like this. “Can you get that for me, please?”
     
    “But what if it’s Hugo?” she squeaks, clutching onto my arm.
     
    “You say ‘Hugo’ like he’s an axe murderer.” I roll my eyes. “It won’t be Hugo. I was only talking to him a moment ago, and he’s back home. Just, please, can you get that? I’ll be in the den.”
     
    “You mean hiding in the den?”
     
    “Yes, hiding in the den,” I giggle.
     
    “Are you sure you don’t want to get it?”
     
    I shake my head. “We both know who it is, and I’m sorry, but I’m just not ready to see him yet.”
     
    “Okay,” she exhales, shuffling to the door. “You hide.”
     
    “Hey, you must be Mel.”
     
    Fudge, I so wasn’t ready to see him again. If just his voice is making me want to hump the wall, I definitely need more time.
     
    “Oh, um, hey,” she giggles, “yeah, that’s me.”
     
    Great, now she’s getting all hot and bothered. She’s such a flirt. It’s almost embarrassing when she wants someone. And with her figure and looks, nine times out of ten, she gets exactly what she wants. Whore .
     
    “We haven’t met, but my name is Ash—Tom Ashton. I go to school with your roommate, Laura. We went out over the weekend.”
     
    She giggles again. “I know who you are, Mr. Ashton, and may I just say, enchanté.”
     
    What the—? Now she’s French? That’s the last time I ask her to answer the door for any guy who comes to see me.
     
    “Is everything okay with Ra?”
     
    She looks back over her shoulder, her pouty red lips pulling into a straight line. “Ah, yeah, I guess so. Why, handsome? Is there a problem I can help with?”
     
    “Well, I’ve been trying to contact her, but she hasn’t returned any of my calls or texts.”
     
    “Maybe she’s out of minutes,” she giggles.
     
    “Well, she wasn’t in class today either, so that’s when I knew something had to be up ‘cause I don’t think she’d ever miss a class.”
     
    She pulls a face. “Oh.”
     
    “Is she here?”
     
    Mel looks back over her shoulder, and I shake my head. “Um … no. I’m sorry, she just popped out.”
     
    “Do you know when she’ll be back?”
     
    “I’m sorry, I don’t.”
     
    “But you’ve seen her since yesterday? She was home?”
     
    “Yes,” she nods. “I was talking with her just a few minutes ago.”
     
    “And she’s okay?”
     
    She shrugs. “I guess so; she’s hard to read.”
     
    He laughs. “You’re joking, right? I don’t think she’d win an Oscar for her acting.”
     
    “Maybe not around you,” she laughs, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. “And I can see why.”
     
    “Can you tell her I stopped by?”
     
    “I’ll do that, sweet cheeks.”
     
    “It was nice meeting you.”
     
    “Likewise,” she giggles, closing the door.
     
    I frown. Mel has never been subtle.
     
    “He’s gone.” She sighs dramatically, leaning her back against the door. “I wish he wasn’t, but he is.”
     
    I shake my head. “You know I love you, but man, you’re dodgy. I can’t believe you called him sweet cheeks.”
     
    “Excuse me?” she laughs. “You were the one who wanted me to get it.”
     
    “I meant get the door, not him .”
     
    “Oh.” She laughs. “I see. My mistake.”
     
    “Well, thanks anyway.” I whisper. “I just couldn’t face him today.”
     
    “Why are you doing this? Have you forgotten how gorgeous he is? Don’t you remember how happy you were when you got home yesterday afternoon? You were in tears, you know—and not crazy tears