“How am I supposed to hook up with this Carter Wright?” Fey asked Dirk early that afternoon when he told her his idea. “I can’t run into him at the university. Everyone’s on Christmas break at this point.”
“Easy,” Maverick replied before Dirk could. “You follow him when he leaves tonight and see where he lands. I’d be willing to bet it’s at some bar or club, given his age.”
“Or he goes to pick up his SO and they go out to a movie,” Fey said, rolling her eyes. “Is he cute?”
Dirk nodded. “He’s not bad looking. Probably five-ten, dark red hair, well built from what I could tell, since he was wearing a down jacket.”
Fey chewed her lip pensively. “It’s a pretty ritzy neighborhood. My car will stand out like a sore thumb if I park it close by.”
“Not a problem. You can borrow mine,” Dirk tol
