Page 10

“I’m serious.”

“Sure.” I rolled my eyes. “Be real, which one of the sorority girls over there are you trying to get?”

“What? None! Scout’s honor.” He made the sign, and my brows bunched.

“Were you ever an actual boy scout?” I asked, my head slightly tilted like I would somehow know if he was lying. He opened and shut his mouth, and I could have sworn even under the fluorescent lighting Trevor Grant blushed.

“Okay, so, I wasn’t actually a boy scout.” I started to shake my head, but something in his gaze softened as his shoulders dropped just a smidge. “I couldn’t. I was raised by a single mom, and we didn’t really have it like that, you know? Any extra money, if there ever was any, was put aside for a rainy day, and we had a lot of those.”

“Oh.” I blinked. “Me too. But it wasn’t just me and Mom. It was Mom, two pain-in-the-ass older sisters, a little less of a pain-in-the-ass older brother, and me.”

“You’re the youngest?” He leaned on the counter like he had all the time in the world.

“Yup. And you were an only child.”

“Until I was fourteen,” he corrected. “Mom met my stepdad, and they popped out two brothers for me.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good, right?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, his eyes soft. “My mom’s happier than I’ve ever seen her, and even with the age difference, I like my brothers. Kids keep you on your toes.”

“I’ve heard that,” I said because I wasn’t sure if it was true or not.

“So, dinner? I can go get us a pizza or⁠—“

“What are you doing?” I cut him off, unable to help myself.

“Hanging out with you,” he said slowly.

“But I’m working.”

“So?”

“So…” I bit down on my bottom lip. “I have work to do.”

“You were reading.” He pointed at the textbook next to me before I could ask him how he knew that. “Unless you want me to pick you up tomorrow about five from your place to go on our date?”

“Our date?” I wasn’t able to hide the smile on my face. This had to be some kind of prank. I wasn’t a hockey player’s type. I wasn’t usually anyone’s type. “Is that what you think bringing pizza to someone’s job, where everyone’s sweating by the way, would be?”

“Yeah, why not? It’d be a different type of first date. Something we could tell our grandkids about.”

“Grandkids?” I coughed a laugh and shook my head. “Did you smoke something at this party you just came from?” Trevor shook his head. “Could someone have slipped something into your drink?”

“No,” he chuckled. His hands reached for mine, but he didn’t take it. The tips of his fingers simply skimmed the tips of mine before his eyes rose to meet mine. Somehow, that was better.

Trevor Grant wasn’t bad looking.

He was handsome and charming with confidence that slightly teetered on arrogant when he was trying to show off. I’d seen that side of him, but this side was something new. Vulnerable and sensitive. Real.

But he wasn’t Adam.

“You really want to go on a date with me?” I asked. What the hell, was Roxie a fortune teller now?

“Callie, I don’t think you’ve been paying attention. I like you.”

“Why?” I snorted, shocked and nervous at the attention I was suddenly getting.

Not just from the hockey player I thought only talked to me because I helped him with his class work, but the girls who were now watching us like we were on the season finale of Love Island USA. In an attempt to get them to pay attention to their workout, or hopefully ending it, I backed away.