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“Zane, your body won’t even fit on the couch.”
A corner of the side of his mouth ticks up, and he steps closer. “Are you saying you’ve noticed my body and decided it won’t fit?”
I keep a straight face. “No. I just know that principles of science and matter and all that. You won’t fit.”
He smiles. “Principles of science, huh? What principle did you use to make that deduction?”
“I’m going to be an early elementary education teacher; I don’t need to know the stupid principles of science.”
His grin widens. “Getting a little feisty, are we?”
“Yes,” I snap. “I wanted to have a great first semester and prove to my mom and uncle that I have what it takes to make it, and I can’t even make it a few weeks!”
Zane turns sober in an instant. “Evie, you have what it takes.”
I scoff and point to his room. “I’m literally in a house off campus because I don’t get along with my roommate.”
“Give yourself more credit than that, Evie,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I really don’t want to talk about this. “Do you have extra sheets I can use for the couch?”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” he reiterates.
Chapter 34
Evie
I don’t listen to him as I walk out to the living room. I drop my bag in a corner where it will be out of the way. I reach into my bag and pull out one of my required reads for classes. “Evie.”
The front door opens, and Quint walks in. “Evie, how’s it going?” He doesn’t look surprised to see me; Zane must have told him what’s going on.
“Good.”
“Evie’s staying with us,” Zane tells him.
Or not.
“Cool,” he says easily.
“Hey, Quint.”
He cocks an eyebrow at me. “Do you have extra sheets somewhere in this house I could use for the couch?”
His eyes shoot to Zane’s. “You’re making her sleep on the couch?”
Zane gives him a look. “Do you think I’d let my—” he stops abruptly. “Evie sleep on the couch?”
“Evie, I can sleep on the couch; you can have my bed it you want it,” Quint offers with a grin.
“No,” Zane practically growls before I can answer.
My eyes shoot to him. “There’s no need to be so aggressive.”
“Yeah, Zane, there’s no need to be aggressive,” Quint says in a song-song voice.
“Don’t you have some place to be?” Zane demands.
Quint eases into the recliner across the room and pulls the handle, popping up the footrest. “Nope,” he says easily.
