Page 57 of Breakaway

“That’s all?” She lifted a brow at him mockingly, and he growled.

“Whaddya mean, that’s all?” Then he laughed and lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

They stepped out into sunshine and warm humidity. “Oh, that feels nice.”

“Bring a swimsuit?”

“Yes.”

“Good. There’s a nice pool at the hotel.”

He led the way across roads crazy with speeding cars, honking taxis, limos and noisy shuttle buses to the parking garage. “I got a rental car for the weekend.”

“This?” She stopped in front of the sexy black convertible. She gazed across the roof of the car at him.

“Yup. Sweet, huh?”

She smiled. “Perfect.”

He put the top down and they were soon leaving LAX, the warm wind tossing Remi’s hair around her head, and she sat there with a feeling of warm contentment mingled with excited anticipation. As they drove along Century Boulevard, her cell phone rang in her purse.

With a small frown, she pulled it out. Kyle.

“Hey,” she said into the phone.

“Hi, Remi,” Kyle said. “How’re you doing?’

“I’m okay.” She grinned at the thought that he had no idea where she was just then. “What’s up?”

“I’ve got a bit of a problem.”

“What is it?”

“I kinda…missed an exam yesterday.”

She glanced at Jase, who was glancing at her as he drove. “What do you mean, kind of? You missed it or you didn’t.”

“Okay, I missed it. It was totally an accident. My alarm didn’t go off and I slept in.” His words picked up pace. “But if you couldcall the dean and tell him that I was sick, they might let me re-write it.”

“But you weren’t sick.”

“But if you say I was, they’ll let me rewrite it.”

She paused and stared at passing palm trees and billboards and big hotels.

“You want me to lie about it for you?”

“Well…yeah. Please, Remi. If I can’t write the exam, I flunk the whole course. I’ll have to do it all next year. That’s going to set me back.”

Shit. It was hard enough paying his tuition without tacking on an extra year—term? Whatever.

“I don’t know, Kyle.” She nibbled her lip. “Are you sure that’s all I’d have to do?”

“Yeah. I think so. But you have to do it Monday.”

“Let me think about it.”

“Where are you, anyway?”

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