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“Actually, he’s right,” Cassia says. “I’m not interested.”
Travis’s eyes dart between us, and I see the moment it clicks. “I thought you looked familiar. You could do a lot better than Adams, gorgeous.”
I walk forward, ensuring I’m a barrier between Cassia and the dick who’s incapable of shutting his mouth.
He’s in good shape, but I’ve got a few inches and a lot of muscle on Travis. He likes to talk trash on the court, but he’s never been able to follow through on it there. My gut is he won’t now either, but I’m not willing to risk Cassia ending up in the crossfire.
“Keep talking, Dennis. I dare you.”
“You won’t do shit.” Travis’s voice is confident, but I catch his quick glance around the room.
We’re attracting a lot of attention. And maybe this is “his campus,” but I’m friendly with plenty of Finn’s frat brothers. I don’t think he has the home court advantage that he’s acting like he does.
I shrug, purposefully indifferent. “Wanna find out?”
He doesn’t.
I know he’ll walk away as soon as he looks away, breaking eye contact. And he does, shaking his head like I’m not worth his time before disappearing into the next room with his buddies.
Finn exhales. “Way to keep things interesting.”
I smirk. “One thing I’m always good for.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CASSIA
I’m in the library when my phone buzzes with a call from Sydney. I rush outside before the call drops, inhaling the fall air deeply.
“Celebrity sighting,” she tells me, as soon as I answer the call.
“Who?”
“Scarlett Kensington.”
“Really?”
Sydney and I readHautemagazine religiously, drooling over chic clothes we’ll probably never be able to afford.
She tells me the full story—where she was, who she was with, what she was wearing—and ends it by admitting a pigeon pooped on her bag when she was walking to the subway afterward.
One minute we’re laughing at the terrible luck.
Then Sydney sniffles. Once. Twice.
And I know why she really called.
“Holden told you?” she asks.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry, Syd.”
“I’ve never had a mom, but it feels like I’m losing her all over again. How silly is that?”
“It’s not silly at all. It’s awful.”
“How could Holden not tell me sooner?”
I inhale, staring across the campus green. It’s a beautiful day out. I hate that I’m stuck in the library filling out vet school applications, but I wouldn’t be getting anything accomplished if I sat outside to enjoy the weather.
