Chapter 17
“You’re not turning in your best work lately, Damian.”
Professor Donna Johnson, the undergraduate adviser for agriculture majors, had hair like a white haystack and glasses on a chain with little pink glass beads winking along its length. She gazed at him over their frames, resting her elbow on his university transcript, open on her desk. He’d taken four courses from her in his time there, and knew she was a tough teacher—but only because she was fair and not a pushover.
Damian lowered his gaze, watching his toes squirm in their hiking sandals. “I know. I’m…kind of scatterbrained lately. Sorry.”
“I bet I know what the problem is.” She sounded dryly amused.
Damian’s heart ricocheted against his ribs. Had she guessed correctly—that he had a new romantic interest distracting h
