As Jake reached the foot of the stairs, he heard a key scrape into the lock on the front door and thanked God he’d managed to find a clean pair of sweats to pull on before coming down. He’d foregone a shirt of any kind—his dresser drawers were suspiciously empty, which made him think most of his clothing must have been in the wash. He’d have to ask Holly…
“Oh, you know he won’t remember,” his roommate was saying as she opened the front door.
Jake froze on the bottom step, wishing he’d found a shirt after all. Who was with her?
The door swung wide and Holly Mason entered, followed by the geeky Evan Williams. He was everything she was not. Vivacious, talkative, flirty, Holly controlled the room the moment she entered it, whereas skinny little Evan seemed in danger of wilting into the near
