Page 10 of The Jack*ss in Class

I groaned and shoved my phone in my pocket. When your baby sister was giving you dating advice, you knew you were in trouble.

Not that I was interested in dating Tempest Navarro.

Two-week rule with women who were into me, and not looking for a commitment. That was the plan. It was a good plan. A plan that had never failed me.

“Dude.” Gryff’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You’re staring at the video again.”

I was. But this time I noticed something I hadn’t before.

The book in her hand was a well-worn copy ofMuch Ado About Nothing.

The same play on my book list for Shakespeare class.

Huh. I knew what I was reading tonight.

Gryff and I walked into the English building the next day more than prepared. No one could accuse the Kingmans of being dumb jocks.

The thing about being an identical twin was that you got used to people staring. The thing about being an identical twin who also happened to be co-captain of a D1 football team that won Bowl games was that you learned to ignore all that attention.

Mostly.

“Ten bucks says he asks us to sit on opposite sides of the room,” Gryff muttered as we entered the lecture hall.

“Twenty says he makes us wear name tags.” I scanned the rows of seats, trying to look casual when I spotted Tempest in the third row from the back. She had her nose buried in a book again, or rather an e-book. Damn. Made it harder to see what she was reading when there was literally no cover to spy on.

Gryff caught my glance and grinned. “Well, well. Look who’s here.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” He headed straight for the empty seat next to her.

Traitor.

I slid into the seat directly behind Tempest, while my twin dropped into the desk to her left. She didn’t look up, but I saw her fingers tighten slightly on her Kindle.

“Great turnout today,” Gryff said loudly. “Must bebecause of the reading material. I hearMuch Ado About Nothingis quite the comedy.”

Still no response from Tempest, but the rest of the class was watching us like they were at a tennis match. Or maybe a football game.

“Indeed.” I leaned forward, close enough to see that she was reading something calledCurvy Temptation. “Though personally, I’ve always thought Beatrice and Benedick had the right idea. Start with antagonism...”

That got me a tiny head tilt. Progress.

“Mr. Kingman.” Dr. Whitmore’s crisp British accent cut through the pre-class chatter. “And... Mr. Kingman. How lovely. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to sit on opposite sides of the?—”

“Called it.” Gryff held out his hand. I slapped a twenty in it.

“We’re good here, Professor.” I gave him my best responsible-student smile. “Wouldn’t want to disrupt your seating chart.”

“I don’t have a...” He trailed off, looking between us. “Which one of you is?—”

“Flynn,” we said in unison.

His eyes narrowed. Tempest’s shoulders shook slightly.

“Well.” Dr. Whitmore straightened his jacket. “Let’s begin, shall we? We’re discussingMuch Ado About Nothing, which I assume you’ve all read?” His gaze landed on me. “Mr. Kingman?”

“Which one?” Gryff asked innocently.

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