Page 76 of Can't Fight It


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“Of course. She’s my little sister.”

She glances over at me, grinning. “Have you ever had to go into super protective brother mode with her?”

I stroke my beard, thinking about it. “With a few guys in high school. But she’s pretty good at taking care of herself. She doesn’t take shit from anyone.”

“I wish I could be like that.”

“You need me to lay the smackdown on someone?”

She laughs. “My own personal hitman?”

“Whatever you need.”

“Are Boy Scouts allowed to do that?”

I groan. “I was in second grade. And Danielle shouldn’t have told you about that.”

“Why not? It’s cute.”

Cute? Is she serious?

“Well, I’ll call on your services if I ever need you, okay?”

She parks in front of our building, the cold nipping at us as we make our way inside.

I strip off my jacket as soon as we get in and turn the heat up. “You want to watch another movie tonight?”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I have to study. I’ve got a test in Behavioral Genetics tomorrow morning.”

Right. That doesn’t sound hard at all. “Need help?”

She smiles. “You’ll quiz me?”

“Sure.” Not that I have the first clue about whatever her class is.

“Great.” She grabs her backpack and pulls out a binder that’s about two inches thick. “Everything for this section is behind the blue tab.”

Jesus, this weighs a ton. Opening it up, the whole thing is color coordinated, with a legend at the front that explains what each color means. “Are you always this organized?”

“When it’s important, yeah. I don’t mess around with my classes. If I do, I could lose my scholarship.”

“You can lose those?” I thought they gave you a bunch of money off the bat.

“I have to maintain a certain GPA for them to keep paying my tuition.”

“I wouldn’t stand a chance, then.”

“You’re too hard on yourself,” she says softly, taking a seat on the couch. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s see how well I’ll do tomorrow.”

I sit on the opposite cushion, facing her, and open the binder to the blue tab, my head swimming as I skim through her notes. Alleles, carriers, zygotes… What the hell am I looking at?

I randomly flip through the section and pick a paragraph on a page. “How do genes regulate protein synthesis?” What did I just read?

“They specify which amino acids will join together and in what order.”

“Uh…”

“It’s right, trust me.”

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