10
Chelsey
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“So, enough about me... are either of you in college?” he asked. We’d just pulled up to a small mini-mall in Shorewood, Montana.
“Yes,” I replied, as Slade parked in front of a sporting goods-s***h-dollar store. “I mean, I was going to U.M.T.”
“As in the University of Montana?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“For what?” asked Liam, watching an attractive blond stroll by as she talked on her cell phone. She was dressed in a white blouse, beige skirt, and pumps. He blew her a kiss and she waved at him.
“I’d planned on becoming a Forensic Investigator one day,” I said, also staring after the woman as she entered a coffee shop at the end of the mall.
“Forensic Investigator. Huh. I’m sure that takes a while. Probably spend a decade in school, huh?” he asked.
“Something like that
