I was waiting outside Simon’s office after classes that Monday.
“Again?” he asked good-naturedly as he was on his way out. “We’re making a habit out of this. People will talk.”
My face lit up. “People Magazine? I love People!”
He rolled his eyes. “People in general, Lucas.”
“Oh.”
“In any case, to what do I owe the honor?”
“Can we talk?”
He closed his office door and locked it. “Come on.”
We took a walk together. The weather was turning fast. In Montana, that was par for the course. Hot one day, freezing the next—and then the next and the next after that, until you forgot what warmth even felt like. Brrr like a motherfucker.
“That computer,” I started with. “The one back in the lab.”
He nodded. “What about it?”
“There was information on it,” I said. “My ex-boyfriend has it, took
