I narrowed my eyes at him. Humor danced in those green eyes of his. “Uh-huh.”
“I think I sort of…lost control and…”
My eyes widened in horror as I realized what he was trying to tell me. I ran to the powder room off the kitchen and stared at myself in the mirror.
Hickey.
No. Hickeys.
There was one on the side of my neck and one near my ear. One—correction, two—on my shoulders. And those were only the ones I could see.
What the hell.
“CALEB!”
* * *
“I’m surprised Lockhart didn’t bind and gag you when you told him you weren’t going back to his place,” Kara mumbled after taking a big bite of her mushroom burger. We were camped in her kitchen with textbooks, pens, highlighters, papers
, and food competing for space on the small dining table. “He looked like he was going to set up a tent outside my apartment when he dropped you off.”
I watched in fascination as Kara took another big bite of her four-patty bean burger, chased it down with Diet Coke, then wolfed down a bucket of fries.
Where does she put all of it?
“Well, if you ask me,” she continued, pointing at me with a fry, “I wish it would go to my tits and/or ass, but no, I think I expel all of it.”
I didn’t realize I’d asked out loud.
“I never seem to gain a pound. Anyway, spill it. The dean interrogated you?”
I nodded, still watching her. She started another burger.
“Tell me, does he still have that stupid mustache? The one that makes his face look like a vagina?”
I choked on my drink. “Kar. Geez.” I laughed. She was right about the mustache, though.
She raised an eyebrow. “Well? I haven’t got all day. Start talking.”
“I went to the dean’s office after my last class. It wasn’t an interrogation. He was really nice about it. He just wanted to know if Justin had harassed me and if I’ve seen the poster—”
“Which you didn’t, since Caleb has forbidden you to.”
“Not really. I know he would show it to me if I really wanted him to. I don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Why would I? It would just stress me out. I don’t need that kind of trouble in my head, Kar. If I saw it, it would just make me angrier. I don’t want to give that creep any more attention than I already have.”
She nodded. “I feel ya.” Leaning against the chair, she rubbed her stomach and covered her mouth before letting out a quiet, dainty burp.
“It’s being addressed. Believe me when I say Justin is in trouble. This wasn’t the first time he’s done something like this. He’s suspended from college, and there was talk of expulsion.”
“Good.” Kara snorted. “Anyone with half a brain would know he and that bitch Beatrice-Rose planted those drugs in Caleb’s car.”
“Yeah. Caleb said the detective assigned to the case is a family friend so he gets inside information about the investigation. I think he mentioned he also hired a private investigator.”
“It helps to be filthy rich and able to do all that. Are you going to eat your fries?”