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Road trip food completed, he returned to the truck. His backpack was still on the seat, and hers was on the floor, but she’d pulled out her laptop. “Homework?”
“Yeah.” She furrowed her brow when she saw the stuff he bought.
“Have what you want.” He set the sack in the middle of the bench. “I don’t want to eat alone.”
She scoffed, and then to his surprise, she took one of the muffins out and unwrapped it.
Carson was oddly satisfied that she’d accepted his food offering.
The first part of the drive was quiet, although Carson drummed up question after question in his head. He tried to be respectful of whatever homework she was doing. But it was impossible to ignore the fact that he had a beautiful female passenger in his truck, one he kept stealing glances at. Evie absently played with her hair when she wasn’t typing. She’d braided it, and she kept curling the ends around her fingers.
It amused him that she was so fidgety. Had he noticed that before? He hadn’t.
“What’s your paper on?” he finally asked.
Evie looked up with a start, almost like she’d forgotten he was there.
“Oh, um, I’m researching statistics on newspaper readers switching to online sources.”
“Are you majoring in statistics or math?”
“No, graphic journalism.”
Carson held her blue gaze for a second. She wasn’t wearing any of that fancy eyeliner or lip gloss this morning. He liked it. “Never heard of it.”
“I kind of made it up,” she said, her lips curving into a smile. “I mean, my major is graphic arts, and my minor is journalism.”
Carson glanced at the road, then back to her. “Sounds interesting. What will you do when you graduate?”
“Create graphics for a newspaper website.”
“Hmm. Not what I pictured you doing.”
She folded her arms. “What did you picture me doing?”
He shrugged. “Maybe a teacher or something. Like at an elementary school.”
Evie raised her brows. “Really? Why?”
Well, this conversation had taken a sharp turn. Carson scrubbed a hand through his hair. He needed to tread very, very carefully here. “I don’t know you all that well to pass judgment.”
She smirked, her blue eyes dancing with amusement. “That’s a cop-out, and you know it. Spill it, Hunt.”
Hunt, huh?“Okay, I just thought that someone majoring, or minoring, in journalism, would be more . . .” He hesitated.
Her gaze didn’t move from his face. “More . . . ?” she prompted.
“You know,” he stalled. “More street smart? Someone who would steer clear of guys like Devon. And someone who’d be pestering everyone with questions.”
She laughed. The sound caught him off-guard, and then he was smiling, too. “What?”
Evie waved a hand in front of her face as if she were fanning herself. “I’ll be staring at a computer all day, not interviewing witnesses to crimes on the street.”
“So it’s like a computer job?”
“Yeah, mostly,” she said. “There will probably be staff meetings where we brainstorm stuff.”
“Sounds interesting,” he said.
