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“Is he married? Maybe he’s uncomfortable tutoring a woman.”
“No idea. I don’t think so. No ring, but you never know if a guy’s just not wearing one.”
“Maybe he’s engaged or has a girlfriend. Wait, I know. What if he’s attracted to you and doesn’t know how to deal with it?”
Finally, Ivy has struck on a theme that brings me out of my doldrums. I can’t stop laughing. “Attracted? To me?” I shake my head. “He’s a robot. I mean, maybe ifyouwalked in, he might react. But I’m just a source of income, and a distasteful one at that.”
“Distasteful?” she says, her voice reflecting the flavor of the word.
“I get the feeling he only agreed to the tutoring as a favor for Lupe. Tragic circumstances and all that.”
“Does he have other students?”
I shrug. “I told you—we talk of nothing but my assignments.”
“Huh.” Ivy finally grasps the futility of this thread and changes tack. “Didn’t you golf today too? Was Ethan there? Is your swing off again?”
“Ethan was there, and my swing is fine. Well, as fine as it will ever be, considering this is our last week of class.”
“Did he... ?” She leaves the question hanging, but I know what she’s getting at.
“You know he can’t ask me out, even if he wants to.” At least, not until our class is finished. Several semiflirtatious comments he aimed my way today beg for my attention, but he dishes it out to every female in the class. “He’s entertaining, but I seriously doubt he has any genuine interest.”
“But your class is almost over, so...”
“That only means Tuesdays just got worse. After this week, I won’t even have golf to distract me.” Or Ethan.
Ivy’s phone chimes, and she grins as she checks it.
“Dave?” I ask.
She nods absently, thumbs flying.
“Did he kiss you yet?”
She frowns and keeps texting.
“Hold your hand?”
Her phone slaps into the couch and she faces me. “It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”
They might be, but I can’t help teasing her. I’ve never seen her like this with a guy. Or a guy like this about her. Maybe theyarejust friends. All I know is that Ivy is happier when she’s with him or texting him or talking about him. Guys usually just make her irritable.
Weird.
The thing is, if they’re just friends, why is she spending so much time with him and so little time with me?
Chapter 9
Dodge
Cool autumn sunlight dances alongthe western horizon as I put on my jacket and step out of the university’s building of centralized torture—otherwise known as the testing center—and back into the real world.
I can’t believe it.
I cannot believe what just happened. The slip of paper in my hand is tangible proof, but I’m in shock.
I passed my math midterm!
