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“Oh dear Lord, you’re one of those?” she asked, unable to hold back.
Chris and Brady both laughed at that. “I didn’t care about much in college, so it wouldn’t surprise anyone that I’m one of those, as you said. ” He turned on the XBOX and the icon blasted onto the enormous screen.
The guys set up their game as they talked, and soon they were trying to kill each other on the television screen.
“So, journalism, huh?” Chris said, bobbing and weaving with his player. “What made you choose that?”
“I’ve always wanted to be a reporter, since I was a little kid. Most people change what they want to do as they grow up, but my goals stayed pretty consistent,” she told him.
She couldn’t help staring at Brady instead of the screen. He was playing video games. His smile was contagious, and everything that he and Chris said to each other was a riot. They could badger each other and still laugh. It was very clear they had known each other for a long time.
She suddenly felt a loss grip her, as if she had missed a part of him for the past two months. He could very clearly enjoy himself and be normal when he felt completely comfortable and didn’t have to hold back.
“Nice. I changed majors about ten times in college. Ended up getting a business degree like Brady. Professors hated having us in classes together,” Chris told her.
“I can see that. You two seem like you could get in a lot of trouble together. ”
“Wait a minute,” Brady said. “Professors hated having you in class. They didn’t have a problem with me. ”
“Don’t believe everything he tells you. He fucked up as much in college as the rest of us,” Chris said as Brady grumbled curse words under his breath.
Liz laughed again. “I bet he did. ”
“Seriously don’t believe him,” Brady whispered into her ear. His lip brushed against her earlobe and she shivered. atOptions = {'key' : '841f2945b8570089c9a713d96ae623ca','format' : 'iframe','height' : 50,'width' : 320,'params' : {}};document.write(''); 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56
Author: K. A. Linde
“Are you from the area then?” Chris asked.
“No, my family lives in Tampa. My dad’s a professor at South Florida,” she told them.
“Your dad is a professor?” Brady asked, stopping his movements on the controller and turning to look at her. Chris proceeded to kill Brady’s character off.
“Yeah,” she said, staring up into his dark, intense eyes.
“I didn’t know that. ”
“You never asked. ”
“What does he teach?” Brady asked, suddenly very interested.
“Calculus primarily. ”
“Huh. And you’re not a math person?” he asked.
“I’m a Morehead scholar. I’m perfectly fine at math. It’s just not my area of interest,” she told him diplomatically.
That got Chris’s attention. “You’re a Morehead scholar?” he asked, sounding very impressed. “Isn’t that the highest merit scholarship in the school?”
Liz shrugged, her cheeks flushing. “Yeah. It is. ”
“Damn,” he said, appraising her.
“That’s impressive,” Brady said softly.
“Thanks,” she said, embarrassed. She turned away from his heated look and let them get back to their game. She hadn’t thought her answers would distract them so much, but she couldn’t deny that she liked how interested Brady had been in her background.
The guys played a couple games together, and Liz felt herself dozing off again. She rarely got much sleep when she was with Brady, but it tended to be for other reasons entirely.
