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“That’s not an answer.”

“I don’t know. Me, you, the rest doesn’t matter.”

“Well, come on then. I want the full Adam Scott drive-in experience with the Reagan twist.”

“Do I even want to ask?”

“I’ll give you a hint, stud,” I say as I cup him through his jeans.

21

Adam

“That’s all,”Dr. Salco says, staring up at the big, ancient clock that hangs on the wall of the lecture hall. She never lets us out early. Not even by a second. “Don’t forget we’ll be having a quiz on Monday.”

There’s a collective groan as students file out.

“Mr. Scott,” she says, catching me before I leave. She motions me to the front.

I take my time, letting the room empty.

She’s shoving papers into her tote when I approach. “The banquet is next week. Are you ready?”

“I think so, yeah.”

She lifts a brow, calling my bluff without saying a word.

“I do have my speech written,” I assure her. “I just don’t love it yet. Speech writing is not my calling.”

“Write from your heart and edit with a heavy dose of logic.” She waves a hand. “That’s what my advisor told me once. You’ll be okay.”

It isn’t the words I’m worried about, though. I’d just rather not say them to a crowd of people. “Thank you, Dr. Salco.”

“And will your fiancée be joining us?”

“Right, about that.” I’ve somehow managed not to come clean on the subject of my fake fiancée. On the one hand, it hasn’t come up. On the other, I haven’t brought it up.

“She seems like a lovely girl.” Dr. Salco’s mouth tips up. I’m pretty sure she’s smiling. Wow. Reagan’s good.

“She is.” I nod my agreement. “Reagan is the best.”

“So, she’ll be there?”

Slowly, I nod. “She will.”

What’s the harm, really? Reagan and I are together. We’re just not quite as serious as Dr. Salco believes. We can tell her together at the banquet if it comes up again.

“Wonderful. Have a good day, Adam.”

* * *

I pickup Ginny from outside of her dorm.

“Yo,” she says as she gets into the passenger side of my Jeep.

“You’ve been around Heath too much. You’re starting to sound like him.”

“I am, aren’t I?” She settles in and buckles up.