laundry ladies haven’t shown up for a week. And since I can’t imagine making those kinds of rounds again—flirting with other girls kind of turns my stomach—guess I’ll be hitting the basement in the dorm later.
The coffee shop is half full of students talking and studying. I notice Allie, in pigtails, sitting at a table in the back, and it crosses my mind that doing my own laundry might not be so bad. Then I notice the guy standing by her and stalk over there faster than I moved across campus. The douche bag pauses midsentence as I glare across the table at him.
“Hey, Justin,” Allie says. “This is Greg Gains from my watercolor class.”
I don’t say anything. I simply glare at watercolor boy, who is standing way too close to my girl.
He gets a clue and steps back. “Aren’t you the singer for that band…?”
“Luminescent Juliet,” Allie fills in while giving me a level look.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Greg says, bopping his head like an idiot. “I saw you guys at the Razor on New Year’s Eve. Great show.”
I just nod.
Finally noticing the tension in the air, he yanks his beat-up backpack from a stool. “Guess I should get going.”
No shit, dickhead.
Allie smiles weakly. “See you in class on Thursday.”
I pull a stool close to hers as Allie glares at me.
“What?” I ask, trying to downplay my obvious annoyance.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“Huh?” I ask innocently.
“You know perfectly well what.”
My booted foot finds the top rung of the stool and I wrap an arm around my knee. “He was practically sniffing your hair.”
Her glare continues as she turns her computer toward me. There’s a row of flowery paintings on the screen. “We were looking at these and discussing them because we have to comment on them online. For class.”
“Well, he didn’t have to get that close to discuss, did he?”
“Justin,” Allie says evenly, “I’ve been warding off men for over two years. I’m practically a pro at it. Do not go caveman on me. I do not appreciate it.”
I lower my knee. “Caveman?”
Nodding, she twists the paper coffee cup between her hands. I give the cup, then her, a slow, assessing look. She takes a sip. “Let it go. I buy my own coffee. Women’s lib and all that.”
“Is that what women’s liberation is all about?” I lower my elbow to the table and rest my chin in my palm. “Here I thought it was about equality and shit, but it’s just about buying coffee and talking to watercolor boys.”
She smiles. “Yep, it’s sisters doing it for themselves.”
My brows rise. “Really, whatcha doing to yourself?”
She blushes but her smile turns into a smirk. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Hell yes.” Unable to resist, I remove the cocky grin from her mouth with a quick kiss. “You know, I don’t like coffee unless it’s on you.”
She checks to see if anyone is watching us.
“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed by a little public affection,” I growl.
Her fingers grasp the edge of the table. “It’s been a while. I’m not used to it, so be patient with me.”
I reach for her hand. Unfortunately, a stack of papers slaps on the table in front of me before I can touch her. With fists on her hips, Lila stands across from us. “Well hello, Justin.”
What the hell is this? It’s like they come out of the woodwork whenever I’m with Allie on campus.
Lila gestures to the papers. “I’ve been carrying these around, hoping I’d run into you.” Her lips curl into a sneer. “Because you can do your own damn paper.” Her eyes flash from me to Allie. “Or maybe
People around us stare. I ignore them but Allie appears embarrassed. I catch her hand and hold it underneath the table. “Part of the charm of being with me, I’m afraid. My baggage might be endless for a while, but like she said, I haven’t called her.”
Allie tugs her hand away and rests it on top of the table. “If you weren’t such a jackass, then there wouldn’t be all this baggage.”
I grab her hand again and bring it up for a quick kiss. Her gray eyes blaze smoke at me but I don’t let go. “You need to be patient with me too. After years of being a jackass, I can’t change overnight. And my past, no matter how much I want it to, isn’t going to go away. But my past is past. And the future is full of possibilities. I want to be with you and only with you.”
Her lips are a thin line until she lets out a sigh. “We should stop meeting on campus. Too much of your past is present here.”
“You might have something there.” I finally let go of her hand and cross my arms. “How about letting me surprise you again on Saturday night?”
“I can’t leave work early again. And Ben’s not going to my parents’ as usual, so I have to get home for the babysitter.”
“What about Friday?”
“Babysitter again.”
My arms tighten across my chest. “Sunday?”
“No, we’re going to—” She stops abruptly.
I can’t help think she’s going somewhere with Trevor, which has me crazy insane. My chin drops as I glower at her. “What’s going on Sunday?”
Her gaze flicks to the screen of the computer still open on the table. “Nothing. After church and dinner at my parents’, Holly and I usually do something with Ben on Sundays.”
“Oh.” When we went for a walk the night she cooked dinner, she explained why she doesn’t want Ben to meet me until we’ve dated for a while. I get it. Kids need stability. And I’m willing to spend time together around her time with Ben and work. Yet being last on her list makes me feel like she punched me in the gut or something.
She frowns as she watches me.
The dejection inside of me grows. I’m used to it. Trying to hide my obvious hurt expression, I ask, “How about I make you breakfast next week at your place? Monday?” I add, knowing it’s her day off.
After nodding, she bites her lip ring while she slowly closes her computer. “Maybe you can meet up with us on Sunday? Like, pretend to run into us and I can introduce you as a friend from school?”
I really do want to meet her son since he’s the most important part of her life, but I don’t want to push her. “I thought you wanted to wait a while.”
“It’s not that I don’t want him to meet
“Where are you going?”
“State park, to explore some trails and picnic.”
“Wouldn’t it be a bit odd? Me running into you out there?”
She shakes her head. “Ben’s smart, but he’s five, Justin. He wouldn’t find it odd at all.”
“All right. Nature’s not my thing, but to see you, I’ll explore it to the fullest.”
Allie is smirking at me when Riley plops her backpack down on the table and sets a huge blueberry muffin on top of it. “Hey, Justin.” She looks from me to Allie, eyebrows wiggling. “Who’s your new friend?”
I’m guessing Allie thinks that Riley is another blast from my past, based on the sour expression on her face.
Unable to stop a grin, I say, “This is Allie. Tattooist extraordinaire. And this is Riley, ex-drummer of Luminescent Juliet and our guitar player’s girlfriend.” I shoot Allie a smug look that says,
