I got back to the apartment a few days before school started. When I walked through the door there was Zach, sitting on the sofa, a beer in one hand and the TV remote in the other. He looked up at me and smiled sheepishly. I froze, standing in the doorway, holding my duffel bag. My heart beat like crazy.
"Hey," he said, like nothing had happened.
"Hi," I said, recovering from the shock. I set down my bag and shut the door. "You're back?"
"Yeah, the commute was killing me. In case you're wondering, I'm taking the sofa."
I was about to open my mouth but he cut me off.
"It's already decided."
It was awkward, me standing there, so I took my bag and went to our room. What did I do? I hadn't expected this development. I slowly unpacked, wondering if I should go for groceries or hide in our bedroom forever. Was I happy to see him? Yes. But I couldn't stop thinking about the video. I hated that I couldn't separate him from it. Instead of facing Zach, I changed, got my tennis gear and headed for the front door.
"I'll be back in a few hours," I said casually. "See you later."
I hated myself for escaping, but I didn't know how to handle it. The tennis club was easy even if it meant spending a second with Ben. In a few days we'd be starting our classes and I could pretend to be busy at the club even though I was fully prepared for the eight classes a week that were scheduled.
Ben was in the office when I got there. I set down my backpack and peeled off my jacket and boots. He was at the desk working on the computer. He glanced up at me and continued typing.
I wrinkled my nose. "You're in a good mood."
"We are both fully booked. The last few stragglers signed up today."
"That must make Marc happy."
"I haven't told him yet. I thought I'd mention it tomorrow."
"How were your holidays?" I asked. I didn't care, but since he was being nice, I thought I'd return the favor.
"Not bad. And you? What did your pretty boy boyfriend get you?"
"We didn't exchange anything this year. No big deal," I said, trying to act casual even though my voice pitched.
Ben's grey gaze lifted again from the computer screen. He looked at me for a long time and I could feel myself shrinking. "Still trouble in paradise?"
"No," I said too quickly.
"None of my business anyway. But I did do Genie Walker's evaluation."
He stopped and I took that as a sign he wanted me to beg him to continue.
"I'm pretty sure she doesn't need tennis classes, so that makes me wonder."
Again, he stopped for the dramatics. I considered letting him hang and moving onto another subject, but I was too intrigued.
"If she's taking classes for some other reason."
Ugh. I hated this guy. "Look, either spit out what you have to say, or I'm out of here."
"Fine, fine. I think she's spying."
"And how long did it take you to come up with that, genius?"
His eyebrows rose in surprise. "So you think she's spying too?"
"Yes, but I don't know why."
"What I do know is that I think she's into me. So that could be a potential problem."
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This Much Is True (the sequel to The Senator's Son)Romance
Emma has everything she wants. Good friends, family who loves her and the boyfriend of her dreams. She's also finally rid nemesis Bianca Smythe from her life. But life is full of twists and turns. The first is a phone call from her mother, the o...