THE SAFE GUY
~MAYA'S POV~
The lecture hall was freezing.
It was not the crisp, expensive chill of Aspen. This was the wet, aggressive cold of a public university trying to cut utility costs in February.
I was wearing two sweaters. The breeze still hit my spine.
I stared at the whiteboard. The professor was drawing a supply curve. His red marker made a high-pitched skritch-skritch sound against the surface. It made my teeth hurt.
"Hey."
A whisper from my right.
I didn't turn. I had gotten good at ignoring things.
The eviction notice is on my counter. The three missed calls from my mother. The fact that my best friend's father—the man who had ruined me—was currently dating an art curator named Tracy.
"Hey. You."
A pen tapped lightly against my elbow.
I turned my head slowly. Bl
