Chapter 10The Grad House was a white building on the edge of campus. Nick had passed it at least a dozen times in his academic career, since it was on the way to the financial aid office, but he’d never bothered to go inside. He’d arrived fifteen minutes earlier than their agreed meeting time—which Nick tried to convince himself was because of the bus schedule. It was either be fifteen minutes early or a half hour late, and he opted to be early. That was it.
Never mind the fact that his heart was hammering and his palms were sweaty. He tried to calm himself by reading the plaque outside the restaurant door that gave the building’s history (first as a farmhouse, and now as a bar/café subsidized for students). When the fifteen minutes early became ten minutes, he figured that was good enoug
