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Evie knew it, but she didn’t want to admit it. “I’m swearing off all guys until I graduate and figure out what I’m going to do with my life. Maybe then, my luck will change.”
“Your luck is fine,” Becca said, but Evie heard the humor in her voice. “But good for you. It’s about time you made a definitive decision.”
Evie knew it was easier said than done, and she’d need all the help she could get. So the next morning, she got up the same time as Becca and went to the library with her.
“You’re really taking your vow seriously?” Becca said as she tossed her banana peel into the trash can before entering the library.
“I am,” Evie said. She probably needed caffeine later.
They settled at an empty table; in fact, most of the library was empty this time of the morning.
“Dang,” Becca muttered, gazing at her laptop.
“What?”
“Nothing from my medical school application yet.”
“When are you supposed to know?” Evie asked.
“Any day now,” Becca said. “Two people in one of my classes already heard back.”
Evie nodded. “I’m sure you’ll get in. You have, like, perfect grades.”
Becca leaned her head on her hand as she continued to scroll through something on her laptop.
Evie opened up her laptop, and instead of starting to work on a research paper, she browsed the website of the main San Antonio newspaper. She wrote down notes about the design and ideas of how to make it more streamlined. Working for a major newspaper would be amazing.
Growing up in Prosper had been fine, but she didn’t want to live her adult life in a place where the only social thing to do on the weekend was watch cowboys at rodeo practice. There wasn’t even a movie theater in Prosper. One bar called Racoons, and Evie wouldn’t be caught dead in there. Besides, if one of the local boys asked her to dance, one of her brothers would be there to scare him off. With three older brothers, any guy who attempted to ask Evie out in her high school days in Prosper got the third degree.
Her mind shifted back to the party from the night before. She’d hoped that Devon would have taken her on a real date, but his true character had showed up at that party. She should have refused to go into his bedroom, but it wasn’t like he’d shut the door or anything, until that other guy had showed up.
She was pretty sure he was a football player, too, even though she hadn’t recognized him. He was opposite in looks from Devon. The mystery guy had dark hair, and nearly black eyes. He was taller and broader than Devon, which was a feat. And he’d never answered her question about being a cowboy, although his beat-up truck was a good indication. But it didn’t matter, because at the top of her list was not dating any cowboy. She was done with small-town living.
“Oh, wow,” Becca whispered. “That guy is here every morning at the library. If I hadn’t known better, I’d think he was following me.”
Evie glanced up. And froze. A dark-haired guy sat about three tables away, his profile to them. Even though last night she hadn’t gotten much of a view of the mystery man in the rushed encounter in the football house, then a conversation outside in the dark, she knew this guy was him.
“Evie?” Becca asked. “Are you okay?”
Evie exhaled. “That’s him. The guy who threatened Devon.”
Becca’s brows shot up. “Really? Huh. He looks too old to be a football player.”
“You think so?” Evie frowned. She did see what Becca was talking about, but maybe it was because of the scruff along his jaw and how his personality seemed kind of intense, more serious, no nonsense.
And then, at that exact moment, when both roommates were gawking at the mystery man, he looked over at them.
Evie stifled a gasp and looked down at her laptop, pretending to be absorbed in the screen. She had no idea what Becca was doing, but Evie didn’t want to be caught staring. Yet . . . she could feel his gaze on her. Not that she could prove it. But her face had heated, so maybe that could count as proof?
“Oh my gosh,” Becca hissed. “He’s coming over here.”
Evie couldn’t move. She wasn’t sure if she was breathing, either. Maybe he was walking to the drinking fountain? Or looking for a book? Or . . .
“Hey.”
Evie had to look up.
“Hi,” Becca said. “Do we know you?”
