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Christine nods. “Yeah, of course.”
“Great. Thanks.”
I turn and retrace my steps to the heavy wooden door, almost colliding with a girl rushing down the hall with a stack of three books.
The pathway outside the brick building is empty. I wander in the direction of the student center, finally deciding to do exactly what I told Christine I would do.
Holden answers on the second ring. “Hey.”
“Hi. Are you home?”
“Yup. What’s up?”
“Can I come over?”
There’s a pause before he asks, “Your class get canceled?”
“Nope.”
I wait, but he doesn’t ask any more questions. “Okay. See you soon.”
I hang up and head for my car.
The drive to the “Varsity” house only takes five minutes. I was planning to go get groceries after my Genetics class, which is why I was lazy and drove to campus this morning.
I leave the windows down for the short trip. The heat wave that greeted my return to campus has broken, leaving the air crisp and cool with the first hints of my favorite season.
I park in the driveway that’s already crowded with three cars and walk up the brick front path. Debate on knocking and then just decide to try the door handle. It opens, so I crack the door open and call out, “Hello?”
“Come on in, baby!”
I follow the sound of a male voice that does not belong to Holden into the kitchen.
Holden’s roommate Robby is leaning against the kitchen counter, shirtless, eating a bowl of cereal.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says. “Here to get arrested for breaking and entering?”
I roll my eyes. “The door was unlocked, so it’s not considered a felony.”
“Hotandsmart. How the hell did you end up with Adams again?”
“Stop talking, Sanderson.” Holden walks into the kitchen, zipping up hisRichmond Basketballwindbreaker.
“I was just welcoming Cassia to our humble abode. It’s nice, right?”
I eye the pile of dirty dishes next to the sink. There’s an open box of cereal on the counter and a small pile of granola wrappers next to it.
“Yeah,” I say. “Did you guys hire an interior decorator or did the mess come with the place?”
Robby grins. “For real, you’re my dream girl.”
“For real,shut up,” Holden says. Then glances to me. “You ready to go?”
“Go where?”
I figured we’d just hang out in his room. Talk. Watch TV. Fool around, if he’s put sheets on his bed.
“You’ll see.”
