The lecturer at the front of the hall was winding up the day’s lesson. “Thank God,” Chloe murmured under her breath. Her brain couldn’t have taken any more information. Not that she had absorbed much to begin with.
Arg! Chloe gave herself a mental slap. The lecture had been the most unproductive two hours of her life. She knew without a doubt she would have to spend the entire night going through the notes to make sense of them.
It was no fault of the lecturer. No. This had all been Chloe’s doing. While the lecturer had tried to impart knowledge on the class, Chloe’s mind had been lost thinking about a certain man with blue eyes, dark brown hair and the attitude of an African rhinoceros.
Even in the dying minutes of the class, Chloe still couldn’t pull her mind away from the man. Frus
