Chapter Nine
The rest of my week was a dream come true. Mason showed up at my lunch table every day. And he was the only one. No Eva, no jealous professor clients. Just him and me.
By Friday, we’d fallen into a rhythm. I know this sounds totally nerdy, but we worked on homework together, usually calculus since we were both in a calculus class—same professor, different times. We could bounce ideas and helpful tips off each other.
The best part was I was smarter and worked faster. Not that I’m bragging. Okay, I’m totally bragging. But it was just so awesome to be better at something than he was.
“Have you finished question three yet?” he asked about five minutes into our lunch…after he’d polished off half the chicken strips I’d gotten from the cafeteria.
I snorted. Of course I’d finishe
