Rachel
“For the record, I wasn’t feeding you a line the first time I saw you. You do look familiar.” Caine sipped his beer.
The fact that he’d ordered a beer struck me as odd. I’d have taken him for something fancier—expensive wine or aged scotch, perhaps. Seeing him relaxed with a beer in his hand had me viewing the uptight professor in a whole different light. Or perhaps it was his abs that had adjusted my thinking.
“We’ve probably seen each other around campus,” I said. Although I was pretty sure I hadn’t seen him before. I’d remember a man who looked like him.
“Maybe.”
“Do you go to O’Leary’s often?” I asked.
“The other night was the first time I was ever there. Stopped on the way home from a friend’s who just moved in a few blocks away.”
“Well, basically, I’m either at O’Leary’
