“You’ll be at the game, right?” Matt wondered, tossing his arms over my shoulder as I made a bee line for the exit. I was irritated and my face must’ve shown it because his smile slipped a bit. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I sighed, trying to force a smile. It was hard to pretend that I was happy. “I’ll probably go to the game.”
“Wait! You said you were!” Charlotte said, bounding over to us.
I was still walking toward the exit and they were keeping pace with me. “Yeah. I mean, I’m sure I’ll be there,” I shrugged, heading out the front door with the rush of students, making my way down the steps. Why were they being so pushy?
At the front, hands in his pockets, leaning back against his fancy car was Cronan in all his handsome glory. Comfort swept through me a
