Wait. What?
“I’m sorry sir… what?” I ask blinking.
“Lucky for you,” he continues, “I like you a lot, Aspen. You’re like a son to me. And extra lucky for you, no one else knows about this… except Terry, the security guard.”
No way.
“—and you’re not going to say a word. What no one knows won’t hurt them.”
How the hell did I just get away with that?
But I don’t question it. I jump out of my seat, ready to leave. I should be face-planted right now, but I’ll take the win. Maybe the snow Gods are still looking out for me.
“Oh, and Aspen—one more thing.”
I freeze. Slowly, I turn back. “Yeah?”
He lifts two pairs of shoes—one mine, the other Genevieve’s.
My throat tightens.
“You forgot these,” he says, holding them out.
I step forward, grabbing both pairs.
“Thanks, boss,” I murmur.
He nods, a knowing smirk on his face. “And Aspen?”
I pause again.
“Have fun with that girl. She looks like a real keeper.”
I swallow hard. “Yeah… thanks, boss.”
Then I bolt.
Ihaveto get to Everest.Now.
I can’t let this girl walk out of my life without a fight.
19
Genevieve
Lana checked my forehead for a fever this morning when I told her I was actually going to class. I laughed it off at first, but now… I’m starting to wonder if she had a point.
I’m in my last class of the day, statistics, gross, and Professor O’Gwen couldnotbe more boring. I have no idea how anyone is staying awake—including myself.
Honestly, I don’t even know why I bothered coming today. Maybe it has something to do with the message Aspen sent me last night.
Well… the message Everest sent me. But let’s be real—it wasAspen.
I sigh, staring blankly at the lecture slides. I needsomethingto keep my mind off him.
Everest texted me last night, asking for my number.
He said—and I quote—“What’s up, Gen? Aspen’s asking for your number. He’s begging like a little girl.”
