Tame the Beast (Ever After #1) - Allison Smith

Tame the Beast Book 1 of the Ever After Series By Allison Smith

Clarabelle Wright doesn't believe in someone else creating her happily ever after. In fact, she has spent her entire life ensuring a future for herself. When the family finances fall further in debt, her big college dreams are put on hold. Beaumont University has one thing to offer, a full ride, and Clara has no other choice but to accept. She's the reliable daughter, the responsible one. But what she truly desires is adventure and passion, and she doesn't expect to find either at the small town university. That is until she accidentally catches the alluring eye of the Adam Beaumont. He's entitled, careless, and a shameless flirt. Clara knows a man of his beastly reputation is nothing but trouble …

trouble wrapped in gorgeous, untamed trims. But Adam has a tempting offer to make. One that will keep his mother off his back so he can continue his regularly scheduled life filled with big parties and beautiful women. It sounds like the perfect plan until a certain beauty proves to be a much bigger challenge than he ever expected. Worse, he can't seem to get her off his mind. Confident that she's too smart to fall for his games, Clara accepts. But when two headstrong forces begin to clash, someone will have to fold or

break all their rules.

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Table of Contents Cover Matter Copyright Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five The Country Rose Excerpt About the Author

Dedication To my husband who gave me his patience to write and the push to publish. To Jerica MacMillan, author of the Rebound Series and Players of Maycliff University, who helped me through the journey. And to my readers who inspire me everyday. May your own ever after’s come true.

Chapter One “Beaumont University,” Clara muttered as she gazed around the campus she was sentenced to. For the next four years, she would be imprisoned amongst spoiled students who thought they were attending the next Ivy League school. But one day, it will all count for something, she reminded herself, swinging her loaded backpack over her shoulder. She pulled on her brown ponytail, saving it from becoming trapped beneath the strap. Her suitcase rested against a single cardboard box beside her. All of her worldly possessions wrapped up in a few small packages. “Are you sure you don’t want any

help bringing your stuff to the dorms?” her father, Gorge Wright, asked. Concern filled his eyes, their warm brown hue the perfect reflection of her own. The poor man’s hair had started to gray ever since his middle child boasted about wanting to attend the largest universities far from their little town of Kleinbrook. If only she were at one of those campuses instead. “I can handle it. I want to walk the campus, and I know you have to get to work,” Clara said, pausing to send a teasing glare toward her little sister, “and Harper to school.” Harper bounced with excitement, her long blonde hair mimicking her moves. Her smile beamed with the satisfaction

of sweet talking their father into letting her skip her first few high school classes to see Clara off. “How could I miss it?” Harper asked before pulling Clara into a tight hug. They were less than two years apart, and yet conjoined twins didn’t share the bond that Clara and Harper had. “Now, don’t forget to call. I want to know everything!” Clara smiled and embraced her sister. “I’ll call whenever I get a chance, okay?” “Well, you’ll have no excuses once I talk Papa into coming out of the Stone Age and getting high-speed Internet.” “Good luck,” Clara said with a laugh.

“All right.” Mr. Wright huffed and fussed before holding out his arms for his goodbye hug. “I’ll see what I can do, but until then, study hard, make friends, and for goodness sakes, take a little time and make some memories of your own.” “I promise … to try,” Clara said with a cheeky smile. Her father’s eyes rose to the sky in defeat. Books were Clara’s escape from the world. She could spend hours in the pages of a new adventure. Gorge lost count of how many times he had to tear her away from a novel and force her to join the family for dinner. In Clara’s defense, the most exciting thing about Kleinbrook was its library. Sure, the little town was beautiful with its

Germanic architecture, but Clara wanted more than the humdrum life it offered. She was sure Beaumont University wouldn’t be any different. Another little town filled with the same faces doing the same tiresome things. Where was the excitement? The adventure? Harper pulled her into one last hug and whispered, “Do me a favor and go to at least one college party, will ya?” “You think they actually have parties here?” Clara asked, keeping her voice low and teasing. Ignoring her, Harper added, “You know mom would have wanted you to enjoy it.” Harper pulled away, meeting Clara’s brown-eyed glare. It was an unfair card

she played. Harper knew it and yet Clara was unable to say anything without their father hearing. Instead, she sent a death glare flying towards her favorite sister until Gorge pulled them all into one last hug before saying their goodbyes. Clara waved and watched as their little car drove out of view. Pinning her box against her side, she took the first step toward her future. The suitcase rolled behind her as she walked the campus of Beaumont in a daze. Students scurried along the brick paths, boxes and luggage stacked in their hands. She could tell who the freshmen were from their starry-eyed gazes. The Main Hall was covered in vibrant green ivy, giving the whole

campus a very old-fashioned, gothic appeal. Clara took a deep breath and released her foul mood. She couldn’t deny how beautiful the campus looked with its stone buildings surrounded by the crisp green landscape. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, reminding Clara that she could have done a lot worse than Beaumont University. It wasn’t her first choice, but at least she would be close to home. That was the reason she applied for the scholarship to begin with. It was her fallback school, close to Kleinbrook, close to her father. She never expected a full ride. And now she was acting ungrateful. Guilt pooled in the pit of her stomach, and she shook her head at her

behavior. She should have been thrilled to receive such a gift even if Beaumont was the last school on her list. The very last. “It’s four years, five at most,” she muttered to herself as she made her way towards the residence hall. “Then you can move anywhere. The bigger the city, the better.” Her newly lifted mood dropped the moment she stepped into her tiny dorm. More like a prison cell, Clara thought, her face solemn as she gaped at the white brick wall and the small window that hardly allowed a sliver of light through. She stepped further into her new quarters and was greeted with bright pink décor overflowing half of the

space. A blonde girl leaped up from her desk, bubbling with excitement as she rushed over to Clara. “You must be my roommate,” the girl said with a squeal. Happiness filled her dark blue eyes. “Clarabelle Wright?” “Yeah,” Clara replied, setting her box on the hard ground. “But call me Clara.” Clara gasped as the girl pulled her into a tight hug. “I’m Rose.” She almost sang her name before letting out another excited shriek. “This year is going to be amazing! I hope you don’t mind, but I got here early and started to unpack.” Clara looked at the bright pink corner Rose had already created for herself. With a soft smile, she replied,

“Not at all.” One by one, Clara unpacked her things, placing each of her books on the small shelf below her new desk. Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Rose pick up a black blazer and hang it in the little closet the two would share. Clara tugged at her simple white top. Rose’s wardrobe was so vast and vibrant compared to hers. “So,” Clara began, taking a deep breath. She hated small talk. She preferred taking pen to paper rather than fumble through an awkward conversation. Clearing her throat, she searched for a smooth transition into a possible friendship. “Where are you from?”

Rose’s eyes beamed with joy at the chance to talk about her home. Clara half listened to Rose chat about life in what sounded like another small town with her mother and two aunts. Rose was in the midst of describing the last trip she took when she said, “But that’s just the beauty of living so close to Benson.” “Benson?” Clara interrupted. Benson was a big city filled with opportunity. A place she desperately wished to visit one day. She wanted to experience the hustle and bustle. Something she couldn’t experience at the small private university. If any college within the wondrous city limits had offered her a better option, she would’ve taken it in a heartbeat. But they didn’t, and her father

didn’t have the money to pay for those schools. “You live near Benson?” “Yes,” Rose replied. “Didn’t I say that?” Guilt rushed through Clara as she watched her roommate’s face twist in confusion. Rose looked like she honestly couldn’t remember mentioning it or not. Making up for her lack of attention, Clara said, “Sorry, I might have missed that. This is all a lot to take in.” “I know what you mean. New start! Finally out on our own. Isn’t it exciting?” Clara returned Rose’s beaming smile with a soft one, not wanting to ruin her roommate’s good mood. Avoiding Rose’s question she asked, “So what are

you studying?” “Interior design,” she replied, pulling out a sketchbook to showcase her drawings. “Wow, those are amazing.” “Thanks. Aunt Ava says the only reason I learned how to walk was to draw on every wall of the house.” Clara laughed as she thought of Harper. Something about Rose’s kind nature and passion reminded Clara of her younger sister. “How about you?” Rose asked as she organized the last of her high heels. “What do you want to study?” “Honestly, I’m just taking basic courses until I figure that out. I thought about being a nurse, but I don’t like

needles. Maybe something in business?” “Well, what do you like to do?” “Read,” Clara said with a laugh as she stared at the book in her hand. She loved the way words had the power to spring to life. There was something magical about exploring the adventures between the pages of a book. If only she could just … Her thought trailed as she realized what she wanted wasn’t practical. At least, it wasn’t practical for helping her father out of debt. Clara released a defeated laugh. “I just want something that’s not the same thing every day.” Rose nodded. Her eyes narrowed and fixed on some distant thought. “Well, you’re in luck because you have me as a

roommate. And I don’t do boring.” A surprised laugh escaped Clara’s lips as she admired Rose’s selfassurance. Soon the two were chatting about everything from their families to the upcoming year. When Rose asked about Clara’s sisters, she couldn’t help but grimace. She wasn’t in the mood to talk about Lydia. Clara loved her older sister, but she and Lydia hardly ever got along. Even hours before she left for college, Lydia felt the need to make snide remarks about how privileged Clara must have felt for going to Beaumont. It was the complete opposite of Clara’s relationship with Harper. Clara always wondered if Lydia’s resentment lingered from when Gorge

Wright remarried and surprised young Lydia with two new baby sisters in the course of a few short years. Clara tried not to let her older sister get the best of her. She made big plans for herself whereas Lydia seemed content working the rest of her life in the local bar. “But my little sister, Harper, is basically my best friend,” Clara said with a wistful smirk. “I always wanted a sister,” Rose replied. For a moment, her cheery smile faltered, but with a loud clap of her hands, the grin was back as she said, “Enough unpacking. Do you want to head down to the cafeteria? I met one of the guys from our floor earlier, and he’s gorgeous. Not quite my type but still nice

to look at.” “And what is your type?” Clara couldn’t help but ask. The curve of Rose’s lips fell into a frown. “I’m not sure. But when I see him, I’ll know.” “Like love at first sight?” Rose’s cheeks turned as pink as her flowing tank top. “I know it’s silly, but a girl can dream, right?” Clara wasn’t ready to admit it, but she understood the starry look in Rose’s eyes. There were not enough hours in the day to count the number of fictional romance heroes she had fallen in love with. Amused by her roommate, Clara asked, “So you don’t think hall-boy could be the one?”

“I don’t think so.” Rose’s nose wrinkled, giving her best impression of a Shar Pei. “And hall-boy’s name is Luke. I told him we would meet up with him later, so come on!” “We? We just met.” “And I knew we’d be good friends.” The look in her eyes left no room for argument. “So come on!” “Fine,” Clara whined. Fighting a smile, she added, “I’m almost done. I’ll meet you there.” “Okay. Just don’t stand me up.” Clara took a deep breath as her roommate glided out the door with a light spring in her step. Clara wasn't sure what the year would bring, but with Rose around it would be interesting. She

seemed like the type of girl who got along with everyone. Still, the temptation to blow off Rose and dive right back into her latest story was far too enticing. Dante, the gorgeous heartthrob, secret prince, and hero of her favorite guilty pleasure, was just about to ravish the beautiful Lady Genevieve. Clara's stomach twisted in anticipation, already knowing the passionate scenes ahead. If only life could be that exciting. But she’d promised to meet Rose in the cafeteria, and Clara was a stickler for keeping to her word. With a reluctant push, Clara tucked her favorite scandalous romance into her new bookcase and reminded herself that

stories like those did not end happily in the real world. If she wanted an adventure, she would have to seek it out herself. Beaumont was not part of the journey. It was simply a resting place before her real life began.

Chapter Two “Men!” Luke cheered as he held up his spiked drink and waited for his friends to do the same. Smuggling their flasks into the cafeteria was a tradition dating back to the first day they moved into the dorms their freshmen year. Luke’s baby blues scanned the table as he tipped his cup again and said, “To another year!” Adam smiled wide as he held his glass up high. Surrounded by his closest friends, he couldn’t wait for the year to begin. He’d known Luke and Deacon Conroy from the time they were kids. Trouble was a part of their daily schedule. Well, it was for Luke and

Adam. Despite being twins, the Conroy boys were nothing alike, right down to the looks. Luke was six foot tall and loved to chase the ladies with his blueeyed, blond hair, pretty boy charm, whereas Deacon was short, stocky, and by the book. Still, the three were inseparable. “To another year,” the group echoed as they took a swig of their drinks. “Come on, Adam,” Corin Sander urged from across the table. “Let’s hear it.” Adam’s blue stare narrowed, meeting Corin’s dark eyes. Corin Sander and his best friend Marcus joined their group at the beginning of freshman year, which meant the two were around long

enough to know the routine. A wicked smirk covered Adam’s face. He knew what was on Corin’s mind. “Nah, man. There are ladies present.” Adam gestured to the two girls who were lucky enough to stick around. “Oh, please.” Marcus snorted, his snub nose tilting upward as a smile spread across his broad jaw. “I don’t know about Natalie, but I’m sure Olivia has heard plenty worse from you over the summer.” Olivia giggled obnoxiously from Adam’s side. She’d been glued there for the past month. If it weren’t for the constant putting out, Adam would have ditched her weeks ago. Who was he to pass up a good time? And Adam had

nothing but time. Unfortunately, Olivia did not. Sure, he’d miss tugging on those red locks and watching those beautiful blue eyes light up for him, but the new school year was about to start, and there would be plenty more ladies just as willing to keep him company. A gorgeous girl like Olivia would find someone new in no time, and Adam was not a man to be tied down. Not if tied down meant commitment. With a wicked glint in his steel blue eyes, Adam held up his drink. His guys followed suit. He paid no attention to anyone passing by as he said, “Here’s to tappin’ kegs and speadin’ legs and hoping sperm don’t hit the eggs! Bottoms up, boys!”

Triumphant hollers orbited the table as the guys downed the remainder of their drinks, slamming the empty glasses on the table. Deacon was the last to finish. “Deacon,” Luke taunted, “I thought we talked about this, bro. You gotta step up your game!” Adam shook his head and suppressed a laugh. The Conroy twins couldn’t be more different. “Whatever.” Deacon grumbled as he rose from the table. “Just don’t come crying to me when you’re all too hung over to write your first paper.” Grabbing their empty glasses, he headed for the soda fountain for refills. “Where do you come up with this

shit?” Corin asked Adam between laughs. Adam replied with a smug smile and shrug that said he wasn’t sharing any sources. Luke was the only other guy around the year the former college gods shared their brilliant wisdom before graduating, and he was too distracted by some blonde who walked into the cafeteria. “Rose!” Luke called from across the room. He waved her over before lowering his voice to the group. “This is the girl who lives on the same floor as Deacon and me. She’s cool. You’ll like her.” Natalie shifted between Corin and Marcus. Adam watched as her eyes

jetted over to the girl who danced lightly across the cafeteria. It seemed Natalie didn’t approve of another blonde joining their little group. Too bad. “You calling dibs?” Corin asked. “Maybe. If it means she’ll be safe from the likes of you,” Luke said before turning to greet Rose. “Hey there, pretty lady, get your things unpacked?” “Yep.” Her smile was dazzling, causing Olivia to wrap her hands around Adam’s arm. Women, Adam mused to himself. “Where’s your roommate?” Luke asked. “Clarabelle said she would be down soon. She just got here.” “Clarabelle?” Corin asked,

weaseling into the conversation. “Her last name doesn’t happen to be Wright, does it?” “Yeah!” Rose’s smile grew wider. “You know her?” “Sort of. We both grew up in Trousdale. We went to the same high school until her family moved. Can’t wait to see her again,” Corin replied with a hint of excitement. “We just met, and I love her already.” She beamed as she held out her hand to Corin. “I’m Rose, by the way.” “Oh, sorry. That’s Corin, Natalie, and Marcus,” Luke said as he pointed around the table. “And Adam and Olivia.” Rose waved, her blue eyes wide and

gleaming as she looked around the seats. Adam approved. Not that he would hit on her. Sure, she was beautiful, but it was obvious his best friend had his sights set on her. Being the gentlemen he was, Adam offered Rose his seat. The daggered looks from Olivia were strong enough to pierce right through his heart. He was going to have to ditch her and fast. “Are you sure?” Rose asked sweetly. “Yeah,” Adam replied. “I have to go anyways. Meeting with my mother.” A chorus of “Oooo’s” bellowed around the table as if they were a bunch of middle schoolers and the principle called the class troublemaker down to the office.

“Knock it off,” Adam warned. “Tell Dean Beaumont I say hello,” Luke said with a suggestive wink. Adam replied with a glare, daring his friend to say more. Over the years, more than one cougar joke had been made at Adam’s expense. “Dean Beaumont?” Rose asked. “Your mother’s the dean?” “Yep.” Adam flashed his signature smile before giving a little bow. “Adam Beaumont at your service. See you around, Rose.” Without a single goodbye to Olivia, Adam was out of the cafeteria and headed for Main Hall. In the last couple of weeks, the girl had gotten too clingy for Adam’s taste. The chase was over,

and it was time to move on. Adam had two more years left, and he wasn’t going to waste them. At twenty years old, his life was only just beginning. Walking down the stone hallway, Adam’s mind wandered to all of his plans for the year. By the time he made it to his mother’s office, he was lost in thoughts of big parties and beautiful women. “Come in,” his mother called after his second knock. “Hello, Mother.” Taking a seat, Adam threw his feet up onto her desk. He was careful not to kick her shiny gold nameplate that read Angela Beaumont. “Feet down,” she instructed. She was the perfect example of how the esteemed Beaumonts should always

conduct themselves. Well-mannered, always composed, always aware of how she presented herself to the world. Even her designer clothes were tailored to demand respect and power. Her hair, pulled into her usual French twist, was dyed and smoothed to perfection. Not a single blonde hair out of place. The only hint of emotion on her poised face shone in her disappointed stare as she looked across the table at him. “Adam, we need to discuss your current behavior.” Shit.

Chapter Three Clara followed her orientation group in quiet agony. After what felt like hours of listening to her student tour guide discuss every single detail of each historic building, Clara was ready for a well-deserved nap. Her little flats proved to be a horrible choice in footwear as the vicious edges dug further into her skin. She would have blisters for a month. Her only source of comfort was the equally pained look on Rose’s face. At least they could suffer together. “Now, I would like everyone to take a paper for the scavenger hunt,” the tour guide said, her voice too excited for

Clara’s foul mood. “This will help you become familiar with campus before your classes start next week. You may split up into whatever groups you’d like, but meet back here at two.” “Partner?” Rose turned and asked as they received their papers. “Sure.” Clara glanced down at her sore feet. “What kind of impression do you think I’d leave if I ditched the shoes and just walked around campus barefoot?” Rose suppressed a laugh. “I’d be more concerned about what you might step on. Just don’t go down Greek Row.” Clara laughed and shrugged the thought away. “My little sister is

constantly barefoot. She prefers it that way.” “I think I’d like her,” Rose said, smiling as she linked their arms together. “Come on. We have time to run back to the dorm and change. My feet are killing me too. Flats, adorable with many outfits, not meant for walking around campus.” “I think I’ll wear slippers to my first class.” “Right there with you.” With a new determination to complete the scavenger hunt without blisters, the two retreated to their room. Lost in a discussion, they looked over the list. They took little notice of the guy in their path until they were almost

crashing into his large figure. “Ladies,” he greeted. “Headed somewhere?” Rose answered first. “Corin, right? Sorry we almost ran you over.” Corin’s deep laugh filled with amusement. With his height and even larger frame, there were very few who could run him over. His dark eyes darted to Clara. She shifted under his gaze, averting her eyes from his. “Clara, it’s good to see you.” “Yeah, it’s been a while,” Clara said. Two years to be exact. Corin Sander was not a man one could forget. She might have missed her hometown of Trousdale, but he wasn’t the reason. “It’s funny how life brings old

friends back together again.” Amusement filled his piercing stare. Clara replied with a soft smile, remembering why she never liked the guy. In Trousdale, Corin was the man every girl in her school drooled over, which made his over-inflated ego swell even more. Clara never understood the appeal. But the more she had tried to ignore him, the harder he tried to pursue her. Shivering at the memories, she prayed he’d grown up in the last couple of years. “So, where are you two lovely ladies headed?” he asked. “Scavenger hunt,” Rose replied, oblivious to Clara’s disinterest. She lifted the paper for reassurance. “We

have a couple of hours, so we are heading back to the dorms first.” “Scavenger hunt, eh?” Corin snatched the paper from Rose’s hands. “I remember this. They make all freshmeat do it. I’ll tell you what, I’ll get you the answers if you two ladies promise to come to my party tonight. And later, if you’re still lost on campus, I’ll give you a tour myself. What do you say?” “Thanks, but you don’t have—” Clara began to say, but Rose’s voice rang over hers. “Deal!” Corin’s dark eyes shifted between the girls. His smile crept across his lips into something Clara could only describe as unscrupulous.

“We’ll be there,” Rose assured. “Perfect. Meet me back here at a quarter to two.” With a wink, Corin continued down his path, the scavenger hunt clutched in one hand and his phone in the other. As soon as he was out of hearing range, Clara turned toward Rose. “Why did you do that?” “Do what?” “We were supposed to fill it out.” “Oh come on, Clara. First of all, my feet are killing me, and I know yours are doing the same. You didn’t want to go on the hunt as much as I didn’t. It’s not like it’s a graded assignment or anything. We could have probably filled out the answers without even leaving the

dorms.” Clara’s face remained sour. Even though she knew Rose was right, there was a larger problem with their deal. “I don’t want to go the party.” “Why? It sounds like fun.” “Trust me when I say that Corin Sander wants more from a girl than just showing up at his party.” “I’m sure.” Rose nodded as they turned past the last building before their dorm. “He seems like the type, but it’s a great way to meet more people. And I plan on enjoying these years. What about you?” “Yeah, but—” “And Luke and Deacon will most likely be there. They’re all friends,

right? I thought you liked them?” “Yeah from the few minutes I met them, but—” “But nothing,” Rose interrupted before Clara could make more excuses. “You told me your sister made you promise to go to at least one party, right? Why not get it out of the way now? Come on. Please, Clara?” Clara looked into the pleading eyes of her new friend. Rose’s pout was almost as good as her sister Harper’s. With one huff, Clara blew the few stray hairs that managed to escape her low bun. “Fine.” Rose cheered as they entered their residence hall. At least with the scavenger hunt taken care of, Clara

would have the rest of the day to rest. She planned on putting her sore feet up and diving back into her current story the second she entered their room. The hours of escape flew by fast, and Clara soon found herself catching hordes of clothes that flew her way. Corin was very persistent in telling them to dress to impress. Rose was thrilled, determined to turn Clara into her personal Barbie doll. Clara pretended to be unfazed, but her gut fluttered with the excitement of a makeover, even for one night. She blamed Rose’s sparkling optimism. It was contagious. Taking a deep breath, Clara took in her new look. The added makeup around her brown eyes made them stand out.

Her pale yellow button up flowed loosely around her torso while Rose’s dark skinny jeans did a number to show off Clara’s lean legs. Legs that went on forever thanks to her roommate’s black heels. There was no doubt that her feet would hate her after the night. She hated to admit it, but Rose had a great sense of fashion. Clara had never been concerned about her wardrobe unless it was for a special occasion. She always had other things on her mind. But one glance into the thin dorm mirror and Clara’s body tingled with delight. Playing with her hair that was no longer held prisoner by the usual hair tie, Clara beamed at Rose and asked, “Ready?” “Uh-huh,” Rose replied, smacking

her lips together as she applied a coat of ruby red lipstick. “Are you?” Clara nodded. “A little nervous. I don’t do parties.” A soft smile pulled at Rose’s pink cheeks. “Honestly, this will be my first that doesn’t include a birthday cake.” Self-assurance grew in her voice as her eyes met Clara’s. “But I’m going to enjoy this year.” Clara smiled wide. “I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Rose laughed as they waltzed out their door, arms linked. The cool summer wind brushed against Clara’s warm cheeks. Excitement buzzed through her. Walking toward the student apartments with Rose by her side made

her realize just how much her life had changed in a few days. Clara no longer needed to check in with her father when she was running late. Not that she ever ran late, but it was the idea of being on her own that gave Clara a new sense of independence. She was beginning to understand what made Rose so cheery. Somewhere between studying for exams and dreaming of the future, she had entered adulthood. She knew the day would come, but she’d been so concerned with graduating and moving on she almost missed the moment. By the time the bass from the party reached Clara’s ears, she was ready to enjoy herself. From the happy looks on the faces of the crowd, the party would

not disappoint. It didn’t take Corin long to spot them from across the room. He was at their side in a few long strides. His eyes swept over Clara with such lusty approval it made her skin crawl. She didn’t want Corin’s attention. Never had. Before she could turn and sprint back to her dorm, he asked, “What can I get you, ladies?” Rose was quick to respond, “What do you suggest?” With a wicked glint in his eye, he asked, “Do you trust me?” Before either could answer, he disappeared into the crowd and headed for the kitchen. The girls looked back at each other, both wondering the same

thing. Do they follow? With small shuffles, they stepped further into the room. It wasn’t long before Rose was bouncing to the song that poured from the speakers, encouraging Clara to do the same. The music itched at her body, and soon she was moving in sync with her friend as she scanned their surroundings. The apartment was not like she imagined it would be. Instead of the typical college bachelor pad with limited furniture and beer bottles scattered over every surface, Corin’s place looked like it came out of a home magazine. She was impressed which, to her dismay, made her distaste for him lessen. When he returned with two cups in hand, Clara happily reached out. The

red liquid sloshed around the rim. “What is it?” Rose asked over the pounding music. “Jungle Juice. Our own little blend, so take it slow,” he replied with a wink. Rose’s smile grew as the liquid touched her lips. “It’s good.” Clara swallowed hard and tilted her cup. The sweet mixture swept across her tongue. Its fruity tastes filled her senses, but the burning in her throat was stronger than any taste from her father’s beer or sip of champagne. Surprisingly, she enjoyed it. Corin nodded his approval. “Come on,” he said as he guided them to a long table where cups stood like bowling pins at either end. “You ever play

before?” Clara tried to hide her nervousness with a smile. She didn’t go to parties. At least not ones dominated by her peers who drank themselves silly. She wasn’t even sure what the proper protocol was. Afraid to embarrass herself, Clara struggled for words. The stuttering sounds that spewed from her mouth caused her cheeks to burn more. Bless Rose’s heart for coming to Clara’s rescue, as she batted her eyelashes and asked, “Why don’t you teach us?” Corin pounced at the opportunity by kicking the two teams off the table before yelling, “Hey Marcus, get your ass over here.”

Marcus’s wide frame pushed through the crowd and took his place at Corin’s side, the top of his head barely reaching Corin’s shoulder. “Are we going to take on these beautiful ladies?” “No, we’re going to teach them.” Corin’s lust-filled gaze left Clara feeling dirty. “You can be Rose’s partner.” Clara shivered at the thought of Corin creeping his way to her side under the pretense of teaching her how to play. There was no way she was going to allow that to happen. Raising her chin, Clara tried to mimic the flirtatious tone Rose used earlier. “Actually, I wanted to be Rose’s partner. You don’t mind, do you?” Corin’s gaze raked over her again.

Clara resisted the urge to throw her drink in his face. Perhaps the shock would snap him out of the little fantasy she was sure his mind was thinking. No way, no how. He could stare all he wanted. She wasn’t going to return his desire. “Okay.” A roguish smile pulled at his lips. “Maybe we’ll play for something good.” “Maybe you just teach us first.” To her relief, Corin’s attention returned to the game as he explained the rules. It seemed simple enough. Throw the little ball at the cups and pray it goes in. With Rose at her side, the duo proved to be quite the pair. They

dominated the table as new friends found their way over to watch and cheer along with every shot. In a daze, Clara looked around and soaked up the joy that pulsed through every one of her veins. She was about to turn her attention back to the game when she caught a glimpse of someone pushing through the overcrowded doorway. A hum of cheers greeted him. The energy of the room sent tingles deep within her stomach. A wicked grin formed on his full lips. A smile like that should be illegal, she thought as her heart pounded violently against her chest. She forced her attention to the red cups at the end of the table but her mind remained fixed on the tall stranger with

the broad, muscular shoulders. He had the type of arms that saw hours in the gym, strong and sculpted. Clara found herself wondering what each curve would feel like under the tips of her fingers. Her cheeks flushed red hot at the brazen thought. She didn’t gawk at guys, at least not any outside of the pages of a book. Those men were safe to swoon over. She couldn’t embarrass herself in front of a fictional man. Clara tried to focus on game, but her hormones were already in overdrive. She had never responded to someone so intensely from just one glance. It unnerved her in every way possible, and yet, she found herself trying to steal

another glimpse. This time, her eyes met his steel blue ones. Her heart pounded as she tried to force her cheeks from overheating. She couldn’t explain it, but something in the depth of her libido told her there was nothing innocent in the way he stared back.

* * * “Adam!” Luke greeted from across the crowded floor. The party was in full swing, and each step into the apartment felt like one more worry falling off of Adam’s shoulders. Here with the bass pounding, drinks pouring, and beautiful ladies dancing, he was in his element. Adam found his way to the keg where Luke handed him a much-needed beer. “Man, you look like you just came back

from a fight.” You have no idea, Adam thought. The meeting with his mother yesterday had been a nightmare come to life. For over an hour, she chastised him for his behavior involving a certain teaching assistant and her shame of giving away passing grades for a couple of reckless nights. In exchange for her silence, the assistant was transferred to a new university with a clean record, but under the condition she would squash any future rumors. Angela Beaumont was furious at the man her son was becoming. She even went as far as to remind him how disappointed his father would be if he were still alive. Adam’s gut twisted with guilt, but what pissed

him off the most was the moment she laid out her final ultimatum. “Yo!” Luke called out. “Adam, you okay?” Adam’s irritated thoughts were pulled away from the meeting and back to the party. Forcing a smile, he replied, “Yeah, man. I’ll tell you about it later.” “Does it have anything to do with why you gave your apartment up to Corin?” “Later.” Adam wasn’t in the mood to discuss why he was forced to move back into the family home, giving up his prized apartment. He would rather enjoy what was left of his night. Determined to push the last of his mother’s harsh words out of his mind, he

downed the contents of his beer and refilled his cup before venturing out into the mass of partiers. His eyes surveyed the beautiful women around him until they settled on a familiar pair that captivated him from the moment he stepped in the room. She wasn’t his usual target, but there was something about her. He watched as her brown eyes darted back to the pong game, giving him ample time to assess her properly. Not that her beautiful gaze would have stopped him otherwise. Still, with her attention back on the game, Adam took in her full appearance and almost let out a groan. He had the impulsive desire to wrap those long legs tightly around him, pull on her brown

strands, and show her precisely what the word pleasure meant. As if she knew his thoughts, her brown eyes found him again, and like a fool, he looked away and immersed himself in a conversation with the nearest person. The girl before him looked as if she had won a prize. She batted her eyelashes and laced her words with heavy flirtation. Any other day, he would encourage her efforts, but midway into their conversation, he found himself searching for the brunette. He didn’t understand why. She didn’t look like his type. He liked them easy, and this girl looked every bit of refinement. She would not bite at his lure like the usual women did.

No, this one was different. When he caught the brunette’s eye again, adrenaline raced through him as every ounce of blood made its way to one organ. He was hooked. He had to find a way to talk to her, even if it meant ditching the beautiful and very willing woman before him. Throwing out some lame "Excuse me" to the girl, Adam weaved in and out of the crowd. His fingers twitched around his beer as he searched for the best way to introduce himself. It needed to be smooth. Something in his gut said his typical game wouldn’t work on her. When he noticed a familiar blonde standing next to her, he almost leaped with joy. Now, if he could only

remember the girl’s name. Adam recognized her from somewhere, but with all of his blood currently taking a southern vacation, there wasn’t much left for his mind. He must have done something right in his lifetime to please whoever controlled fate, because as he approached the table, the brunette cheered, “Rose, that was awesome!” Rose! How could he have forgotten? She was the blonde Luke had his sights set on. With renewed confidence, Adam found his way in and congratulated his new friend Rose on her shot. He forced himself to keep his attention solely on Rose. If he played his cards right, his new friend would be making the

introductions. And she did not disappoint. “Adam!” she greeted. “Come to take your chances against Clara and me? Oh, Clara,” she turned to her friend, “you didn’t get to meet Adam yet. Clara, Adam. Adam, Clara.” Yes, Fate would be getting a Christmas basket this year. With introductions made and Rose’s attention focused on her next shot, Clara was left all to Adam. He sent her a grin he knew made women weak, but instead of the typical woozy response, Clara replied with her own striking smile and said, “It’s nice to meet you.” Adam was almost at a loss for words. There was an air of innocence

about her, which he was beginning to find extremely attractive. Despite the game going on, her brown eyes continued to shift back to him. He was intrigued by the quiet confidence she held. It was captivating, and he found himself asking questions to find out who she was rather than how to get in her pants. Her very tight, black pants. Adam’s heart accelerated at the thought, but he told himself to behave. “So, Clara,” he said in the smoothest voice he could muster. “What made you choose Beaumont?” “I didn’t,” she admitted in drunken honesty. “Well, not exactly. I applied for a bunch of scholarships.” With wicked concentration, Clara threw her little

orange ball into one of the last two remaining cups. Putting their conversation on pause, she celebrated her good fortune with Rose. At the end of the table, Corin and Deacon looked stunned, but the game wasn’t over yet. Smiling, Clara returned her gaze to him and shrugged. “Beaumont gave me one, so it was hard to turn down.” “Well, I’m glad you didn’t.” Clara’s soft cheeks flushed pink as Adam topped his sentence off with a wink. She may be steps above his usual game, but she was still a woman. Flustered, Clara turned back to the table just as Corin and Deacon sunk their last two cups. Game over.

Adam jumped at the opportunity. “That’s no way to treat two beautiful ladies,” his playful voice shouted over the music. “All right, my house, my turn. Clara, I’d be honored if you’d help me take the table back. What do you say?” He flashed another brilliant smile and watched as her eyes shifted back and forth as if she were struggling with an inward battle. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, a motion that had Adam filling with primal desire to nibble it too. This woman had no clue what she was igniting in him. Or perhaps she did. “All right,” she said and turned to face their opponents. “Let’s kick some ass.”

Adam almost let out a laugh. Everything about her screamed innocence and grace, and yet the spark in her eye and her choice of smack talk had Adam’s head in a spin. He wanted to know what else hid behind those big brown eyes, and perhaps what was under her yellow, flowing blouse. Within the first couple of shots, Clara proved to be a promising partner. Corin and Deacon were going down, and as the balls fell on their side, Adam caught Clara finishing her drink. A small drop escaped down the corner of her lip. Embarrassed, her hand flew over her mouth. The way her tongue wiped the drop back over her lips sent Adam reeling. Never had he been so aroused

by a simple motion. Keeping his cool, Adam reached for her cup and whispered, “Here, let me get you another. Keep the boys distracted until I come back.” Adam watched with satisfaction as her cheeks turned rosy. He hoped his closeness had caused the shift in her body temperature. She fascinated him for reasons Adam could not explain. His tool attitude raced to his side to justify that Clara was something he’d never had before. His response to her was pure lust. Plain and simple. As Adam made his way to the kitchen to refill both their cups, Corin cornered him. “What the hell are you doing, Beaumont?”

“Refilling our drinks, Sander. What’s with the attitude?” Adam asked, baffled by Corin’s outburst. Sure, the guy was a hot head, but there was usually a reason for it. “I invited Clarabelle.” So there is a reason, Adam mused. “Well, sorry to disappoint, but I think the lady can make her own choice.” Corin puffed up like a blowfish. “Back off, Adam.” Adam was enjoying the sight of Corin acting like a child. Clara, or Clarabelle, Adam thought, liking the sound of her full name on his lips, was old enough to make her own call. If she wanted Corin, then he would back down. Well … maybe. But if she preferred his

company instead, Adam would be happy to oblige. He was a gentleman after all. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll back down just because we’re friends,” Adam replied as he backed his way out of the kitchen. “But I can’t guarantee she’ll back off of me.” Leaving Corin fuming behind him, Adam sauntered back towards Clara and their little game. He set his drink on the table and made sure to lean in extra close, grazing free hand across her lower back as he handed her the drink. It may have been his imagination, but he swore she stiffened under his subtle touch. “My friend over there doesn’t look to happy I’m your partner,” Adam

whispered into her ear. It took a bit of willpower not to give it a quick nip. Clara laughed into her glass as she prepared herself for her next shot. The ball bounced high off the edge of the cup. As Deacon dove to retrieve it from the crowd, Clara turned into Adam’s tall frame and said, “I know. It seems he can’t take a hint.” Adam’s eyebrow rose as he looked down the table at Corin’s scowl. So Adam was right. Clara had no interest in Corin. Adam didn’t blame his friend for the daggers he was sending their way. Hell, he would probably do the same if he were on the opposite end, but as fate would have it, Adam stood a chance with this tease of a woman. He would be

damned if he didn’t take it. With Clara still facing him, Adam pulled her into his solid chest and murmured, “Stay close and I promise to keep him off your back.” The vibration of her laugh sent tremors down his spine. He moved away before a certain throbbing desire made itself known. He needed to end the game and fast if he wanted a chance to get Clara alone. He knew a girl like her would never put out the first night. To his own surprise, he hoped she wouldn’t, but if he wanted the chance to see her again, he’d have to seal the deal. And he definitely wanted to see more of her.

Chapter Four Clara lay on her lofted bed and replayed the events of last night. She could not believe how ridiculous she had acted. She was a smart girl, smart enough to have a full ride to Beaumont, but a few smiles from an attractive guy and she was giggling like an obnoxious, hormone-crazed girl. She blamed his eyes. They were a memorizing shade between blue and gray, like storm clouds rolling in, and they poured over her with an unspoken promise. “Wake up, sleepy head!” Rose sang as she entered the room. “I brought you a bagel and orange juice. Now, get up!” Clara chuckled and inched her way

off the bed. Her head was still pounding from last night’s drinks. “Thanks,” she managed to utter as she took Rose’s offering. “Here, this is for the headache,” she said, handing Clara two small pills. “I need you in top condition for the football game this afternoon.” “But I don’t want to go to a football game this afternoon.” “Oh, come on! You have to. It’s the first of the season. Everyone goes! Our team might not be the best, but I hear the games are always fun. Please, Clara. Adam might be there.” “So?” Clara tried to come off as disinterested, but her roommate was not convinced. Perhaps it was the rising

blush warming Clara’s cheeks. “Oh, please. I saw the way you two couldn’t take your eyes off each other. Just be careful. He’s cool to hang out with, but he has a huge reputation as a player. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Clara beamed at Rose’s concern. “Don’t worry. I figured he was. He looks the type.” Rose nodded as she rummaged through Clara’s side of the closet. Holding up a pair of Rose-approved jeans, she pouted. “Please, Clara. You would look super cute in these and the shirt I borrowed from Luke.” “What?” “Well, I knew you didn’t have any school gear in your closet, so Luke said

you can borrow one of his.” Clara held up the over-sized jersey Rose tossed at her. “You couldn’t borrow from someone who wasn’t three feet taller than me?” “He’s not that tall.” “Still!” Rose replied with the very definition of a puppy dog pout. Clara’s brown eyes rolled towards the ceiling, but she couldn’t suppress a smile. Rose was so much like Harper. It was no wonder why they became fast friends. Rose and her sister had both achieved the perfect pout to get what they wanted. Between the two, Clara was doomed. Heaven forbid the two ever team up. “Fine,” she replied with a groan.

The pout prevailed. * * * “My shirt looks good on you,” Luke teased as he nudged Clara’s shoulder, almost knocking her into another group of students walking along the path leading to the stadium at the far end of campus. “Yeah, maybe if it fit me properly,” she replied, opening her arms to show off the edge of the shirt floating around her thighs. “But thanks for letting me borrow it. I’ll have to go to the spirit shop and get my own if we’re going to make a habit of coming to these games.” “Of course we are!” Rose answered. She was dressed head to toe in Mustang gear. “There’s nothing like being right in

the middle of it all. Fans cheering. Your heart starts racing as you wait for your team to make the perfect play!” “Well, someone’s a fan,” Luke said. From the amused look on his thin face, Clara had a sneaky feeling he was interested. Rose blushed. “My Aunt Daph has always been a big football fan.” Luke gazed down at Rose with starry eyes. Clara was positive something was brewing between those two. She could see it in Luke’s eyes at least. Giving him a chance with Rose, Clara moved closer to Deacon. Unlike the others, he didn’t seem overjoyed about the game. Clara could relate. She was delighted to discover he’d much rather be back in his

dorm room … with a book. “The guys have no idea how important this year is for all of us,” Deacon said. He was afraid all the partying would interfere with their studies, and the deeper each of them plunged into their separate programs, the greater the stakes. Clara was beginning to like Deacon. He had a quiet presence and was just as serious about his studies as Clara was, but where she loved stories about adventure and romance, he preferred history. He was a no-nonsense type of guy, which made his friendship with the rest of the guys mind-boggling. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but how did you guys all become friends?”

With a hefty laugh, Deacon said, “I’ve known Adam almost my whole life. He’s as much of a brother as Luke is.” “And what about Marcus and Corin?” He shrugged, but the lack of excitement on Deacon’s face spoke volumes. “They started hanging out with us freshman year.” That was all Deacon could say before Luke interrupted with chatter about the opening game. Apparently, their topic choice was not boisterous enough in Luke’s eyes. As they entered the stadium, the arena echoed with pregame jitters. Hidden in the crowd, Luke broke out

a silver flask to pass around their group. “Ladies first.” Rose took a hefty swig before passing it to Clara. To new experiences, she toasted to herself. The liquid burned the back of her throat. “There you go, bookworm,” Luke said. “We’ll make you a Mustang yet!” Despite the busy stands, Corin and Marcus were easily spotted standing on a set of bleachers and waving their arms around to get the group’s attention. Luke helped the girls up on the seats as everyone shuffled across the hard metal. Clara took the far end away from Corin. She wasn’t up for fending off his advances today. Clara took a moment to absorb her

surroundings. The cool breeze tossed loose hairs into her face, signaling the end of summer, and yet, Clara didn’t mind. To her own surprise, she was excited for the upcoming semester. Her father would be shocked! Clara blamed Rose and the guys, and possibly the shot of alcohol warming her insides. Their eagerness to enjoy every new day inspired her. Maybe this was the adventure she desperately sought. Even Corin was growing on her, at least enough for her to tolerate his company. Then there was Adam. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him, but she reminded herself not to fill her mind with delusions. She was not going to become another number on his

ever-growing list. She was serious about her studies while he was a serious partier. Day and night had more in common than her and Adam. Still, she couldn’t help the warmth that spread through her at the thought of him. And it had nothing to do with Luke’s silver flask. Clara was pulled from her thoughts when the crowd’s roar echoed throughout the stadium. Men scattered around the field as the brown ball soared through the air. Her father was never the type to get into the game, or any sport for that matter. Clara didn’t know the rules, but she was drawn in by the sheer energy of the fans. The crowd was in the middle of

another racy chant when Clara noticed movement from her right. She felt frozen as she watched Adam take her side. For a brief moment, she met his beautiful blue eyes, and time slowed down. Slow enough for a lump the size of the stadium to grow in the middle of her throat. Glued to Adam’s large arms was some redhead who looked like she held a grand prize. Clara’s eyes snapped back towards the game before her face could betray her. What a fool she had been. “Yo, Adam, about time you made it,” Luke yelled from the other side of Rose. “Wouldn’t miss it,” Adam replied. The sound of his deep voice put Clara on edge. She didn’t understand why she was so upset by the redhead.

Clara had no claim on him. They had only met last night, and all they did was talk while playing a drinking game. There was no reasonable cause to be upset at seeing him with another woman. “Hey, Clara. Didn’t peg you as the sporty type,” Adam said in a teasing tone. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Her words came off a lot harsher than she intended. She tried to calm her nerves and forced a cheery tone as she looked toward the field. “I love football. Go Broncos!” “Mustangs,” Rose quietly corrected, not taking her attention off the game. Clara’s voice fell to a low mutter. “Mustangs … whatever.”

She could hear Adam’s hushed chuckle from her side. Her cheeks flushed as she turned back to the game. Clara tried to understand why she was so annoyed with him. It was the way he looked at me, her thoughts rationalized. At the party, he looked at her and only her. Every time she would try and steal a glance, he was already looking back. She may be inexperienced, but she was smart enough to know when a man desired a woman, and the looks Adam Beaumont was giving her that night were enough to make any woman weak-kneed. The roar of the crowd drowned out Clara’s thoughts as the team scored another touchdown. She tried to ignore the nonsense sputtering between the

couple beside her. “I don’t get why we even had to come,” the redhead whined. “Olivia, I told you before that you didn’t have to come,” replied Adam. “But I wanted us to spend more time together like we did in the summer.” Maybe it was Clara’s imagination, but the redhead’s—or rather Olivia's— voice grew louder as she mentioned the summer. A spark of pain flickered through Clara. Adam seemed equally eager to ignore Olivia as he turned and asked, “So Clara, what are you taking this semester?” Clara’s face twisted with confusion as she picked apart his actions and held

them up to his words. She was positive Adam had flirted with her the night before. But then he had the audacity to come to the football game with another woman? A woman he spent the summer with? She knew she shouldn’t be so irritated about it, but she was! Clara looked up at him with narrowed eyes as she replied, “Classes,” before turning back to the field. She could have accepted the flirting and Olivia if that were all. She knew he was a bit of a player, but how dare he rake his eyes over her again and ignore the woman glued to his side? Adam seemed to lump Clara in with every other girl he used, and it didn’t sit well

with her. He could play all the games he wanted, but Clarabelle Wright would never fall for his tricks. She was far too smart to allow her heart to be fooled by a pair of stormy eyes.

Chapter Five Adam lounged on the sofa in his room as he flipped through the channels on the television for the third time. The ice in his whiskey melted long ago. A knock on the door pulled him from his futile search for entertainment. “Dude, haven’t heard from you all day,” Luke said as he entered the room and took his spot in the armchair. “Had to make sure you were alive.” “Just living the life.” Sarcasm dripped from his words. “Uh-huh.” Spotting the drink in Adam’s hand, he asked, “Sneaking bottles out of the liquor cabinet again?” “Don’t have to sneak when Mother’s

not even home.” Then again, when was she home? “Come on, Adam, tell me what’s up. You’ve been seriously out of it since the game, and we won.” They might have been best friends, but there was no way Adam was going to admit his foul mood was over a woman. Not just any woman, a woman who was probably too good for him in every way. The way she spoke to him at the game still haunted him, like he had insulted her. In hindsight, he shouldn’t have shown up with Olivia after flirting all night with Clara. Women typically frowned on that sort of thing. Regardless, it wasn’t like he was serious about either of them. Hell, he

wasn’t serious about anyone. So why did this one plague his mind? “It’s nothing.” If he was honest, his bad mood had less to do with Clara and more to do with his mother. “I don’t believe you.” Luke knew Adam well enough to tell when he was lying. He was probably the only one. With a long exhale, Adam admitted, “My mother found out about Whitney.” “The T.A.?” Adam took another swig of his watered down drink. “Yep.” “Oh come on, she can’t put the blame it all on you.” “Oh, she didn’t. Whitney’s been transferred, and I was given an ultimatum.”

A long pfff escaped Luke’s mouth. “The chick’s lucky she was only transferred.” “A transfer for her silence. Wouldn’t want to dirty the Beaumont name.” Luke shook his head and snorted as he slumped further into the chair. “So what’s the ultimatum?” Closing his eyes, Adam downed his drink. “I’ve been told I must behave. No more living on campus. No parties. No women. I’m to be a respectable adult and not disappoint my father.” Luke’s jaw almost fell to the floor. “She didn’t.” “Oh, she did,” Adam replied. It was barely a year ago that Edward Beaumont passed away from heart disease. His

mother bringing up his father’s possible disappointment in what little of a man his son had become was like pouring the largest salt grains in an open wound. His mother’s voice echoed in his words. “She told me I won’t receive my inheritance when I turn twenty-one. Not unless I can show I’m a respectable young man, worthy of carrying on the Beaumont name.” “Ouch.” “You haven’t heard the best part. To make sure Whitney wasn’t the only assistant I was sleeping with, she took the liberty of rescheduling my classes. I’m retaking any class that had a pretty assistant.” Luke couldn’t suppress his laughter.

“I’m sorry, man. I’m not trying to sound like an ass, but I can’t say I’m shocked. You’ve been living large for how long? I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. I thought your parents were going to put their foot down after the time we threw that kegger here.” “Oh yeah. That was a great party.” Luke nodded. “I think the whole college showed up.” Adam grinned at the memory. He appreciated Luke’s attempt at cheering him up, but it wasn’t going to change the hell his life had just become. His mother believed he spent far too much time drinking and whoring his way around campus the last few years. It was time to buckle down and become a real,

respectable man. A man who could carry on the family name with honor and dignity. A man his father would be proud of. “Once the semester begins tomorrow, you won’t see much of me.” Adam felt like he was cursed. “Oh come on! Your mom just can’t hide you behind these walls.” “She can, and she has.” “Well, can’t we find you a tutor? One who needs to help you on … say a Saturday night?” Adam couldn’t hide his laugh. “And where will we find this tutor?” The fire in Luke’s eyes diminished as they faced reality. There was no way they were going to find someone who

would also back them in any cover story they might need. Deacon was the smartest of the group, but his mother would see right through it. The school’s tutors were out of the question. It would be far too easy for the Dean to check in anytime. He would just have to face the fact that he couldn’t have both worlds. “What about Clara?” Luke asked, his tone too eager for Adam’s taste. “What about her?” “Oh come on! Don’t you see it? We’re all friends. You said she’s here on a full scholarship.” Luke paused as if he was waiting for Adam to catch on. “She’s perfect. Work your magic on her. See if she’ll tutor you. Although frankly, you wouldn’t need a tutor if you just

tried.” “I doubt she would go for it,” Adam said, ignoring Luke’s last statement. “And why not? As far as I can see, she is your best bet to keep your mom happy and still enjoy this year. What do you have to lose?” Adam didn’t want to share the disgusted look Clara gave him at the opening game. “I don’t know, man.” “Well, I do. So stop pouting and get your act back together. I need you this year. And I’m not going to spend the next months trying to cheer your mopey ass up.” “Fine. I’ll ask her.” Truthfully, he wasn’t sure if he would. One thing was for certain; he

needed to show his mother he was more than the reputation that hovered over him. He just wasn’t positive Clara would willingly be his scapegoat. * * * The over-excited students entering Adam’s Creative Writing class made him want to hurl. Anyone glancing his way would realize he had no desire to be there. Then again, why would he be excited about a class he’d already taken? Slowly, he found a spot towards the back of the classroom. He hated being back in the familiar seats. It was the same class that ended his reign as party king. Not that it was a hard course to take. But Adam had felt his studies were best focused elsewhere, like in social

environments with a strong drink in his hand. He was great at making connections, and who better to connect with than his beautiful classmates? Sinking into his chair, Adam sketched useless marks in his notebook. He only took the course as an easy elective, and he found it even simpler when the teacher’s assistant proved to be … well … easy. This time around, Adam didn’t even check out the prospects. He knew there would be no point. Instead, he stared at his notebook as the teacher began. “It can entertain as well as connect personal thought and emotion and share human experiences. It can be a poem or a story or even a song. But above all, it’s

a form of art,” a very familiar voice said. Adam’s attention snapped away from his meaningless sketches. He recognized the voice in an instant. Its soft enchanting sound took center stage in his most recent fantasies. “Well said, Ms. Wright,” the teacher replied. Clara sat in the second row with her long brown hair pulled over her shoulder. Luke’s words about needing a tutor echoed in his mind and he found himself agreeing with his friend. He would get Clara to tutor him because he wanted to enjoy his year, not because he wanted an excuse to be around her. The seconds seemed to slow as he

waited for the class to be dismissed. He was almost bouncing in his seat as the teacher wrapped up the day’s lesson and the students shuffled out of the small lecture room. Adam stood outside the door as he waited for Clara to exit the building. He was at her side the moment she did. “So, you’re taking Creative Writing this year?” he asked. “I guess I am,” Clara replied. The hostility in her tone did not escape him. He gently tugged her arm, pulling her beautiful gaze to his. “I’m sorry, did I piss you off somehow? Because if I did, I’m truly sorry. And I’d like to start over.” Clara looked as if she was holding

something back, but she finally said, “Yeah. Sure. Let’s start over.” With a million-watt smile, she held out her hand and said, “I’m Clara.” “Adam.” He tried dazzling her with his own grin as he shook her hand. “Would you like to get some coffee with me?” It felt like a small victory when she agreed. He guided her to the nearest coffee stand before she could change her mind. He found himself distracted by the way the wind pulled at her hair the way it had at the football game. He tugged at her low ponytail as he asked, “Do you always wear your hair pulled back?” “Usually,” she replied before

swatting his hand away. “It’s just easier.” “But you didn’t the night of the party,” Adam said as they found an open table. For a moment, she looked confused. “That was Rose’s doing. Why the fascination with my hair?” “No. I’m not.” He tried to brush it off. “Just making small talk. Actually, I need to ask you a serious question?” “You wanted to know if you spent too much time on your own hair?” “No!” His hand pulled at his brown strands. He didn’t think a little styling wax was too much, but her sudden comment made him feel like he overdid it. “Umm … no. I was wondering if you

would be willing to tutor me? Clara’s big brown eyes froze as her smile fell. “Wait, seriously?” “Yes. I would pay you, of course. A little extra cash couldn’t hurt, right?” Clara seemed lost for words. Adam pushed on. “I would fully compensate you for your time.” “What’s the catch?” “No catch.” “I don’t buy that. You seem like the type of guy who comes with a catch.” Adam’s brow rose and his mouth stretched into a lazy smirk. “Judging me before you know me?” “Just calling it like I see it.” He should have acted offended, but the fiery look in Clara’s eyes caused his

pants to tighten in response. He loved a woman with a little fire in her. Women like that were equally entertaining in the bedroom. The image of Clara lying on his bed with the same burning look in her eyes provoked him more. Matching the heat in her eyes with his own, Adam said, “I thought you weren’t supposed to judge a book by its cover.” To his disappointment, Clara only shrugged as she took another sip of her coffee. Damn. He was hoping for a much more heated response. Instead, he was the one left craving more. “So what do you say? Be my tutor?” Clara thought about his offer. Adam desperately wanted to know what went

on behind those beautiful brown eyes. Instead of agreeing, she asked, “You need a tutor for creative writing?” “Not exactly. I need a general tutor. You know, for all subjects. I’m dumb or anything, I just—” Adam stopped himself before he talked his way into a hole. “Look, I’ll be honest with you. My mother has kind of put me on lockdown this year. I need a tutor who will help make sure I stay ahead of the curve.” “You don’t need a tutor. It sounds like you need an assistant.” A sharp snort escaped his lips. He couldn’t tell her that having an assistant was what got him into this mess. Sending her the most charming smile he could muster, he asked, “So will you help me

out?” His heart rate accelerated as he waited for her answer. It was maddening not knowing what danced beyond her brown eyes as she thought about his offer. “Fine,” she said in one long, hesitant breath, “but let’s talk more about this compensation.” Adam grinned ear to ear. “Whatever you’d like, Teach.”

Chapter Six Clara waltzed into her dorm room as if she were dancing on clouds. She felt like she was the queen of the campus. She could finally save up some money to help her father get out of debt. Ever since her mother Mary became ill, the family finances had fallen into a rather large hole. It did not matter how many pennies they poured into new medicines. Nothing could defeat her mother’s leukemia. With the loan sharks nipping at Gorge Wright’s ankles, Clarabelle knew her only chance to help her father was by attending Beaumont University on a full scholarship. “And why do you look so happy?”

Rose asked the moment she noticed Clara’s chipper mood. “No reason,” Clara replied. “Liar. Something put that huge smile on your face, and I doubt it had anything to do with class. Unless it involved a cute guy in your class. Did it? Oh please tell me it did!” “It did, but not for the reasons you think. I swear you have such a one track mind!” Clara teased. “Adam just hired me as his tutor.” “Uh-oh.” “Hey, I told you it’s not what you think.” “Uh-huh.” Rose didn’t seem convinced. With a wicked smile, she said, “I didn’t think you were the type to

take sexual favors.” Clara sent the nearest pillow flying through the air at her. “I did not! This is going to be actual cash for actual tutoring!” “I hope so,” Rose muttered. “Just don’t let him get away with anything, okay?” “Of course not.” Clara knew exactly what Rose was getting at. Neither of them was happy with the reputation he made for himself, especially after the way he targeted Clara at the party. Still, Clara had no reason to be jealous towards anyone Adam brought around. The football game was merely a small slip of her character. She wasn’t the type of girl to lose her

mind over a guy. When they were at the party, Clara gave into the silly notion that Adam wanted her for more than her looks. She jumped ahead to the idea of dating him long before he even showed interest in commitment, and all because she fell in love with the possibilities life opened up to her. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Regardless, Clara could still be friends with him. It would be even easier now that she knew his intentions. In a strange way, she envied his freedom. He would never know the fear of becoming a disappointment. Clara, on the other hand, was exhausted from always trying to please her parents. She was the smart one. The one who would

excel to great heights and demand the world to step up to her level. At least, that was how her family viewed her. She lived in constant fear of not rising to the level they put her on. “So do you want to watch a movie tonight?” Rose asked, pulling Clara from her thoughts. Clara shook her worries away. “Yeah. Sounds great. What do you have in mind?” “I don’t know. Maybe a romantic comedy?” Clara’s nose wrinkled at the thought. She usually loved romantic comedies, but lately, her mind drifted to a certain pair of steely eyes whenever the topic of romance came around. She couldn’t help

it. She was entitled to a fantasy or two, but there was no way she was going to sit next to her friend and watch a steamy scene with Adam on her mind. The heat he created within her could pop the darn popcorn without so much as a microwave. “How about this one?” Clara asked as she held up a murder mystery. “It has a great twist.” And will kill any chances of thinking about getting it on with Mr. No Good Player, her thoughts added. The movie choice did not matter because halfway through, the girls found themselves lost in popcorn and conversation. “So I have to ask,” Clara began, “Why all the pink?” Rose laughed. “It was a phase I went

through thanks to my two aunts. Aunt Ava made a big deal about how little girls should be showered in pink, so just to piss her off, Aunt Daphne would dress me in blue or green, or any color that wasn’t girly. Over the years, it just stuck.” “So did Aunt Ava help you shop for your dorm?” “You got it,” she replied with a winked. Clara chuckled and wondered what it would have been like to have her mother help prepare for college. “You’re really close to your aunts, aren’t you?” “Of course! When my ma found out she was pregnant with me, she knew she couldn’t do it all on her own, so she

moved in with her sisters.” “What about your dad?” The moment the question left Clara’s lips, she wanted to take it back. Rose seemed unfazed as she replied, “Actually, I’ve never met him. My ma never talked about him except to say he was a good man. But My aunts had other words to say.” “I’m sure,” Clara said, keeping her tone sincere. “I’m sorry, by the way.” “Don’t be. I was raised by three wonderful women who love me. Maybe I’ll meet my dad one day, but if not, it’s his loss.” Clara felt inspired. She wanted to be as bold as Rose. The girl always seemed to see the bright side of things. “You’re

right,” she said. “It is his loss.” The movie credits rolled on the screen, but the girls were engrossed in toasting to everything from family to taking chances. Clara even felt brave enough to open up about losing her mother, and like a faithful friend, Rose was there to cry on. “Hey,” Rose said, “I will always be here for you.” “Thanks,” Clara replied as she wiped the tears from her cheeks. It was silly to get so emotional, but there was one thing she was certain about, Rose was the type of friend you kept for a lifetime. * * * The first week of classes flew by,

and Clara found herself waiting in the library for Adam. He was late, and she was growing impatient. Adam promised to be there by noon, but it was twenty after by the time he strolled in. Clara would have been angrier if he hadn’t snuck in two cups of coffee. “I know I’m running late,” he said in a hushed tone, “but I brought a peace offering.” “You wouldn’t need a peace offering if you were here on time. Honestly, Adam, what’s the point of making plans if you’re not going to keep them?” “I know. And I would have been here on time if it wasn’t for Olivia.” “Your girlfriend,” Clara stated with a little hostility.

“Not my girlfriend.” The look in his eye was too seductive for Clara’s taste. “In fact, she never was. We dated a little over the summer, but she’s far too clingy. I’ve been trying to get her off my back for weeks.” “Finally managed it?” she asked, surprised by the attitude in her tone. “Hope so,” Adam joked. “And honestly, I’m annoyed it took so long.” There was a lingering look in his eyes that sent Clara into instant defense mode. She didn’t care how stunning his eyes were, or how blue they looked. They would only storm on her sunny day. “Why don’t we just get started with your classes this week? Okay?” To her relief, Adam agreed, and they

dove into the many requirements Adam would need to pass the semester. While Adam seemed overwhelmed, Clara was eager to begin. She was a freshman to his junior, and yet, she enjoyed the challenge of helping someone meet the standards of an upperclassman. They were knee deep in the requirements for one of his business courses when Adam asked for a break. He claimed he needed a moment to clear his mind before it hit overload. Adam leaned in closer. “So, you never said what you were studying.” Warmth rose in Clara’s cheeks. Despite the warnings, she found herself gravitating in his direction as she replied, “I know.”

“Oh, is that how’s it’s going to go?” he asked. “Let me guess. You want to be a teacher.” Clara wrinkled her nose. She had the highest respect for the profession, but it wasn’t for her. “No?” Adam asked. “How about a nurse?” Again, Clara shook her head. Adam inched closer with such skill she wouldn’t have noticed his movements if it weren’t for the warm breathe that brushed her cheek. At this distance, unnerving and intimate, Clara could see the clear desire within his eyes. “I bet you’d have a great bedside manner,” came his husky whisper. The heat rose in her cheeks. He was

trying to rile her up, make her feel vulnerable. A small part of her enjoyed the effect he had on her. From the way his gazed bounced from her eyes to her lips, she knew she had the same effect on him. She wanted to give in, feel the full desire his eyes promised. A few more inches and she would no longer have to fantasize about how his lips would feel on hers or what kind of pleasure those sly fingers were capable of. All she had to do was let him make his next move. Her eyes narrowed, keeping the small distance between them. There was a hint of cockiness in her tone as she said, “You’ll never know.” Before he could reply, or close the space between them, Clara turned back

to the table. “Time to get back to work,” she informed him, leaving him staring at her with a confused look on his face. She withheld her smirk and reminded herself not to fall for his tricks. A fantasy was one thing, but she would not be so stupid as to let it drift into the real world. Still, a small part of her enjoyed playing his little game. But it’s not worth the broken heart. * * * Clara busied herself with Adam’s school papers. He sat beside her, mesmerized. One moment she was accepting his advances, and the next she was back to business. The small distance should have unnerved her, but

instead, there was playfulness in her eyes he had not expected. It was clear he had overestimated her quiet beauty. “So what’s the last class you’re taking?” she asked. “Huh?” he asked, too busy wondering how playful she would be in other areas. Shaking away the tempting thoughts, he said, “Principles of Microeconomics.” Clara grimaced. “I hate to say it, but you might need to get a real tutor for this one.” “You won’t have to worry about it.” “What do you mean? You said you needed a tutor—” Adam cut her off before she talked herself out of their deal. “I’ve already

taken this class. I’ll do fine. I just need you to make sure I stay focused.” Clara’s thin brows scrunched together. “But if you’ve already failed it than you need someone who knows what they’re doing.” A warm smile spread across his lips. He enjoyed watching those brown eyes flicker back and forth as if trying to put together some mysterious puzzle. It was almost as enjoyable as her feistier side. Wanting to light up those embers again, he asked, “Do you doubt your abilities?” “No,” she replied in a far too serious tone. “Just knowing my limits. I mean, come on, I’m just a freshman.” “A freshman with the highest scholarship.”

“That doesn’t make me qualified.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes again as she picked away at the puzzle. “Why choose me anyways?” “Because I trust you.” “But you hardly know me.” Adam released a long breath. “My mother is the dean of this school. If I go to the tutoring department, it would be way too easy for her to check in on me.” Clara slowly nodded her head but didn’t reply. “And for the record,” Adam began, “I never said I failed the class.” “But why would you need to retake it?” Adam considered his options. He knew he should tell Clara the truth. He

would get huge brownie points for being honest. On the other hand, he wasn’t confessing that sad movies made him cry. No, his truth would show Clara the worst in him, and for some reason, he wasn’t ready for that. It was one thing to have a reputation. It was another to own up to it. Instead, Adam opted for a partial truth. “My mother doesn’t think I passed the class on my own.” “Why not?” “Doesn’t trust me,” he said with a shrug. Clara slowly nodded. Adam was sure she didn’t fully understand, but she was too polite to push it further. Instead, she wrote Adam a list of things she

expected him to do before their next session. “See ya later, Teach,” Adam called as they exited the library and went their separate ways. He made sure to send Clara a wink, enjoying the way she blushed and turned away. Adam was getting to her. He could see it in the way she looked at him, the way she tested him. Clara was playing her own game, whether she would admit it or not. Adam didn’t mind. He enjoyed the challenge, and it would make winning her over that much more satisfying. Adam thought about all the ways to tip her scales in his direction as he walked towards his old apartment. Luke

had the patio door wide open the moment Adam turned the corner. “How was your tutor date?” Luke asked as he handed Adam a cold beer. “Interesting,” he replied honestly. The rest of the guys greeted Adam with one loud cheer from the kitchen before returning to their game of beer pong. With no walls between the kitchen and living room, there was more room to party. It was one of the things Adam loved about owning the apartment and another reason he was so pissed for having to give it up. From the looks of it, Deacon was in the lead by three cups. Corin huffed and puffed on the other side. He was always a sore loser.

“What do you mean?” Luke asked, pulling Adam’s attention away from the game. Adam plopped down on the leather sofa and kicked his feet up on the sturdy coffee table. Luke fell beside him. Adam took a long sip of his beer before he said, “Not sure yet.” Luke stared wide-eyed. Adam knew he was not making much sense, but he was still trying to figure Clara out. He would not admit he was losing his mind over a girl. It wasn’t Adam’s style. “What are you two ladies gossiping about?” Marcus asked from across the room. He stood near the center of the pong game, although everyone knew he was rooting for Corin. The guy was half

of Corin’s height and probably Corin’s biggest fan. Adam never trusted either of them, but they were always down for a good time and that was enough for Adam to keep them around. “Adam’s date with Clara,” Luke answered in a far too excited tone. He knew Luke was baiting him. If Luke could get Adam defensive, he might slip and say more. “It wasn’t a date,” Adam announced before the girlish ohhhs could commence, but he was too late. Marcus didn’t hesitate to taunt him while Deacon actually looked interested. “You’re right,” Luke teased. “Clara is tutoring him.” It was like setting fuel to the fire.

“But who’s going to translate when she uses big words?” Deacon taunted. Marcus made crude, thrusting motions as he asked, “When does the student become the teacher?” Their coarse laughter filled the room as they all joked at Adam’s expense, but it did not surprise him one bit. Their entire friendships were built on demoralizing each other the best they could. Corin was the only one who made no remark. In fact, he looked downright pissed. “What’s wrong with you?” Adam asked him. Corin shrugged his large shoulders. He looked like he wanted to tell Adam off, but something held him back.

“Nothing, man. I’m just surprised she went for it.” The harsh tone of Corin’s voice rubbed Adam the wrong way. His nonchalant words didn’t match the anger in his eyes. Adam refused to hide his own irritation as he eyed Corin. “If you have something to say, then say it.” “Okay.” Corin puffed out his chest as he accepted Adam’s challenge and stormed into the living room. “I think she’s too good for you.” Adam rose from the sofa. Corin was slightly larger, but that wouldn’t stop Adam from putting Corin in his place. He knew the guy had a thing for Clara, but this was just ridiculous. “And what?” Adam challenged.

“Think she’s better off with you?” “I know Clara.” Fire blazed in Corin’s dark eyes. “We went to school together. So I think I know her a little more than you do.” “I think you’re pissed that I’ve gotten farther with her in two weeks than you did in all those years of knowing her.” Adam’s words enraged Corin further. With one long, stride he was in Adam’s face. “Watch it, Beaumont. We both know she could do better than you. And it won’t be too long before she realizes it. You’re never serious, so just back off.” “What makes you think I’m not serious about her?” Adam asked, allowing a smug smile to cover his face.

They all knew Corin was right about Adam never being serious with a woman, but the fact that it angered Corin was far too amusing, especially when the vein on his neck bulged to the point of popping. “Oh yeah? Tell me, who’d you go home with the night of the party?” An awkward silence settled in the air. Luke made a noise that sounded like someone hit him in the gut. Deacon wisely exited the room. And Marcus almost choked on his laugh. They knew Adam hooked up with Olivia. Corin was calling his bluff about being serious, but Adam was damned if he was going to give in.

“Don’t pretend like you’re any better. Or do you want to talk about who you hooked up with?” Adam asked, recalling the pretty blonde wrapped around Corin’s arm that night. The tension around them grew heavier as the power shifted towards Adam’s corner. “Next time you want to jump down my throat, I’d think about the leverage you really have against me. I’ll have your ass out on the street before you even have the chance to tell Clara, or anyone, what you think you know about me.” “Are you threatening me?” Corin was so close Adam could feel the heat of his anger radiating off of him. “No,” Adam replied with a steady tone. “Just reminding you of your place.”

Corin’s chest rose as fast as it fell. It was not the first time the two wound up in a heated argument. In fact, Adam was surprised no punches had been thrown yet. Corin was known to have anger issues, but the guy also recognized a losing battle. Without a word, Corin stormed out to the balcony, cigarettes in hand. Marcus was on his heels, ready to patch up his bruised ego. “Damn, Adam,” Luke said as Adam slumped to the sofa. “You know how to take a guy out.” “He started it,” Adam replied and sipped his beer. He didn’t care how childish he sounded. “Yeah, but would you throw him

out?” “The guy’s a hothead, but he’s not stupid. He knows it’s better to have me as a friend than an enemy.” “Would you throw him out?” Luke repeated. “Hell no.” The guy could commit anything short of murder before Adam threw him out. “He’s paying top dollar for this place, and if my mother decides to take away my inheritance, I at least have some cash to fall back on.” “True.” Luke still seemed suspicious of Adam’s outburst. “So what’s really the deal with Clara?” Adam met Luke’s hard stare. His friend wasn’t going to take some bullshit answer. Adam never got in a near

fistfight over a girl. Although, Clara wasn’t just some girl. She was a woman who showed up on his campus doorstep and then had the nerve to give him those tempting fuck-me-eyes and the cold shoulder. “Truth?” Adam asked. “I’m not sure. But I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” Luke eyed him carefully but nodded rather than push things further. “Does that mean you’re not coming out with us tonight? “Thought about it. But I figured it was best to play this one safe. Next week I’ll casually tell my mother that my new tutor can only help me on Friday nights.”

“Subtle.” Finishing the last of his drink, he asked, “Tell everyone I’m on a hot date?” “Of course,” Luke replied without missing a beat. Adam nodded with a satisfied smile before fetching another beer from the fridge. He would make up with Corin later by letting him win at a game of pong and praising his ego. For now, Adam had more important things on his mind, like convincing his mother he was not a screw-up and showing Clara a whole other side to himself. The side that was going to make her ache in all the right places.

Chapter Seven “Harper!” Clara shrieked as she raced across the dorm parking lot to greet her sister. “Clara!” They both bounced with excitement as they embraced each other in a warm hug. It was just over a month ago that Clara left for Beaumont, but it seemed like ages. It was the longest amount of time the two ever spent apart. “I’m so excited Dad actually let you come up,” Clara said. “I know!” Harper’s blue eyes sparkled with excitement. “Although if he knew you were out partying every weekend … I don’t know if he would’ve

let me.” Harper meant it as a tease, but it sent Clara into major defense mode. “I don’t party every weekend! Just once in a while. And it’s not really a party. It’s more like hanging out with new friends.” Clara’s brown gazed narrowed on her sister. “I thought you wanted me to go out and live it up.” “I did,” Harper replied with her own firm stare as they made their way through the parking lot and into the dorms. “And I must say I’m impressed you took my advice.” “Well, sorry to break it to you, but Rose had a lot more to do with it than your advice.” “That hurts.” Harper held her hand

over her chest in mock pain. Her false grief was replaced with excitement over the upcoming weekend. “But I can’t wait to meet her. And Luke and Deacon.” “I think you’ll love them.” “If you do, I’m sure I will.” Harper’s warm smile twisted until her lips pinched together and her nose scrunched up like she caught a whiff of something awful. “But I can’t believe Corin Sander goes here. He was such a tool in high school.” Clara nodded, her face reflecting the same distaste for the guy. Harper may have been a freshman when the three of them attended the same school, but Corin was the type who made himself known to everyone whether they wanted to

know him or not. “I don’t think he’s changed,” Clara said with a snicker. In the weeks apart, Clara spent hours on the phone with her younger sister, sharing everything from her new friends, what classes were like, and even her side job as a tutor. Well, almost everything. Clara artfully avoided talking about Adam, but she was not sure why. They were just friends, despite Adam’s flirtatious efforts. With him, no topic was safe. Even Clara’s attempt to discuss their next creative writing assignment turned into a big joke when Adam charmingly suggested Clara write erotica. He was even generous enough to offer to be her inspiration.

Harper was deep in conversation about her own boy troubles when they entered Clara’s room. At the sound of the door shutting behind them, Rose hopped off her bed and welcomed Harper with open arms. “You must be Harper,” Rose said with a huge grin. “I’m excited to finally meet you.” “You too! I’ve heard so much about you, I feel like I already know you. And thank you for making my sister get out once in awhile.” “Hey!” Clara snapped. “You make me sound like a shut-in.” “Well? How many times did you go out during high school?” “Just because I chose to study

instead of going to the movies or mall or wherever … doesn’t mean I didn’t have a social life. I had plenty of friends.” “Uh-huh.” Harper’s perfectly plucked eyebrows met her hairline as she stared back at Clara. “And how many do you still talk to?” Clara replied with a glare. They both knew Clara left the majority of her friends back in Trousdale. When they moved halfway through Clara’s high school years, she lost contact with most of them, and since their new school was plagued with more cliques than the latest Hollywood melodrama, Clara chose to spend her time reading and studying. It was the only way to ensure a future outside of the dull, little town of

Kleinbrook. “So, Harper,” Rose began, breaking up the light taunting between sisters, “how long did it take you to get here?” “I left shortly after school let out, so about an hour.” “Yeah, if you have a lead foot,” Clara teased as everyone settled around the room. “Well, the sooner I got here the sooner I could brighten your weekend.” Harper flashed a giant grin. “So, what do you have planned?” “Someone has to tutor the OhSpoiled-One.” Rose answered before Clara could. Her blue eyes filled with humor as Clara turned her daggered stare from sister to roommate. “But after,

everyone will meet up at Corin’s place to hang out. They have a few people over. Nothing too crazy, but it’s always a good time.” Harper nodded in approval but asked, “Who’s the Spoiled One?” Rose glanced at Clara whose cheeks burned from the heat. Rose must have been messing with the thermostat again because the room felt like a thousand degrees. “Adam Beaumont,” Rose replied. Laughter danced around her voice. “His family founded the college, although they were rich before that. Old money.” She said it like it answered everything about Adam. In a way, it did. All one had to do was look up the family

name and a whole history of generations would come flying through any search engine. But there’s more than that. The moment the thought crossed her mind, she shook it away. It was much easier to keep Adam in the Don’t-Even-ThinkAbout-It category. “So when do you tutor him?” Harper asked. “Uh … at six,” Clara replied, still trying to shake him out of her mind. “Seems kind of late.” Clara shrugged. She was sure he would rather spend the time pre-gaming with the guys, but he insisted and so Clara went along with it. But only because he paid her well and she needed the money. Yes, that was the only

reason. “He chose the time,” Clara said with another shrug. “But don’t worry. We’ll still have plenty of time to hang out.” Harper looked pleased, and to Clara’s relief, the girls moved on to other topics. It seemed natural to have her sister at college with her. Harper had a year left of high school, but they both knew she would never have the grades to get a full ride to Beaumont like Clara did. Clara was the brain of the family. Harper was the beauty. As dinnertime approached, Clara dug through her closet for something more appropriate to wear than sweats. Behind her usual clothes hid a pale blue sundress she almost forgot she owned.

She was surprised it hadn’t collected cobwebs. Feeling bold, she slipped it on and paired it with her flats and a light sweater. Stepping out of the bathroom, she faced the judgment of her most trusted fashionistas as she asked, “How do I look?” “You look gorgeous!” Harper cooed. “But since when do you care?” “Since her pupil is a gorgeous playboy,” Rose replied with her I-knowexactly-what-you’re-up-to smile. “No,” Clara replied. She hoped the panic in her voice didn’t sound as obvious to them as it did to her. “I just figured since we were going out after that I’d put in a little effort.”

Rose rolled her eyes. Her ruby smile was still splashed across her lips, but she didn’t push it further. When Clara arrived at the library, Adam was already waiting at their usual spot. Her heart almost beat right out of her chest as his eyes raked over her with pure desire. “Dress up just for me?” he asked as Clara took her seat. His deep voice was filled with heat. She suddenly wished she picked something else to wear or a more public space to meet. Their small corner of the library, hidden behind the fiction shelves, seemed too intimate. She tried to ignore the warmth that rose from every inch of her body. They should

have chosen the reference or biology section. Students were always flooding those areas. For a moment, she thought about asking him if they could move, but with her luck, he would start asking a thousand questions why. She was not going to give him the satisfaction. “No,” she lied more to herself than him. “If you must know, my sister is in town and since we are going to Corin’s after, I figured I’d dress up a little. Is that a crime?” “Not at all.” His smooth voice pulled her in like a moth to a flame. “So your sister’s here. Harper, right?” Clara stopped pulling out her materials and glanced up at him. His gray eyes were still shaded with the

same lust they held when she waltzed in. The air around her cranked another twenty degrees. Clearly, the librarians were as cold-blooded as Rose, because the library was beginning to feel just as scorching as their dorm. “You remembered my sister’s name?” she asked, averting her gaze. She tried to remember when one of their sessions trailed off into a discussion about Clara’s family. “Of course. I can’t wait to meet her.” His voice turned teasing again as he asked, “Is she just as gorgeous as you are?” Clara met Adam’s playful smirk with an icy glare. She could not tell if he was serious or just trying to rile her up. For

safe measure, she said, “Stay away from my sister.” Adam’s grin grew wider. “Don’t worry. I promise my only intention is to get on her good side. I have so many questions to ask about you.” Clara folded her arms across her chest. She chewed on her bottom lip, trying to keep her stubborn mouth from betraying her amusement. “Why do you do that?” “Do what?” “Say things just to rile me up.” Adam leaned forward, making sure to push himself right in the middle of her personal space. Other than their first tutor session, he always kept his distance even when he teased and

taunted her into a giant ball of sexual frustration. Now, he invaded her area. A mischievous smile pulled at his lips. “Because I love the adorable shade of pink that covers your cheeks when I do.” The gray in his eyes blended with shades of light blue, pulling her in. The hairs around her neck rose from the electricity that emanated from those stormy depths. “Well, stop it. It’s annoying,” she replied and rejected the effect he had on her. Damn librarians, she thought and demanded her cheeks return to a normal temperature. She needed to direct his attention to the main reason they were there. His classes.

After reading his first draft of his creative writing assignment, Clara was sure his failing grades had more to do with lack of trying than anything else. “I don’t get it,” she said as she passed back his rough draft with a surplus of notes spilling over the margins. “The idea is good. Development is decent. The spelling and grammar are impeccable. But it’s like you gave up with the rest. There’s hardly any depth to it. Why?” Adam shrugged. “Better things to do with my time.” “Like drinking with the guys?” “Exactly.” Adam flashed a wide smile so dizzying Clara almost lost her train of thought. Her eyes rose to the

ceiling as she shook her head. What was she going to do with him? “Oh come on,” he said, sensing her annoyance. “It’s just an elective.” The crease in her forehead deepened. She never thought of a class as ‘just an elective,’ especially a writing course. It happened to be her favorite part of the week, and it had nothing to do with a particular spoiled heir who enjoyed trying to distract her every waking moment. Her mouth set in a hard line as she tried to figure out what could motivate him into giving his best. If he put half the amount of work into his paper as he did honing his skills as a relentless flirt, he would have been top of his class.

“Fine. I’ll add more depth to it,” Adam said, breaking the silence. She didn’t appreciate his mocking tone, but she was satisfied nonetheless. With a crooked smile, he added, “That’s not fair, you know.” “What’s not? The fact that I want you to get an A, rather than just a passing grade?” “No,” he replied, pausing until he had her full attention. “The way you get exactly what you want from me without saying a word.” Clara snickered. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Sure you do. You’ll have to teach me that little trick.” Clara tried to muffle her laugh, but

the quick intake of air almost caused her to snort. “That would be like giving liquor to an alcoholic.” “Are you saying I couldn’t handle it?” “Oh no,” she said, trying to keep her eyes on his papers. “I’m saying it would be stupid, and I’m not going to be your enabler. I’m sure you already know how to get exactly what you want.” “Not everything I want.” The rough sound of his low voice sent small vibrations across Clara’s skin. She was well aware of the effect he had on her, and it didn’t sit well with her conscience. Stay focused, she stubbornly told her overactive imagination, but it was

already jumping at the possibilities he presented and none of them were good. Needing a distraction she asked, “What do you say we wrap this up and head over to Corin’s? I’m sure my sister and Rose are already there.” “Whatever you say, Teach,” Adam replied as they gathered their things and headed towards the apartment. Under the moonlight, Clara felt the familiar sense of freedom flow through her. She never thought of a library as being confining, but with Adam around, every enclosed space turned stuffy. The night air was just the fresh breath she needed to focus. “So, is it ever weird for you?” she asked. “You know, walking around a

campus your family built?” “Never. I like being a part of something I know took generations to build.” The pride in his voice warmed right through to her heart. Don’t go there, she reminded herself. An occasional fantasy was one thing, but combining it with anything else would be foolish. They were friends and only friends. Keeping herself in check, she smiled wide as she said, “And walking around like a minicelebrity must be nice.” Humor flashed through his eyes. “It has its perks.” “Well, make sure you wrap it up,” she teased, feeling bold. “Or you’ll start the next generation sooner than planned.”

Adam’s surprised laugh echoed around the campus trees. “You sound like Luke. And don’t worry.” His voice softened as the corner of his mouth rose to meet a very suggestive wink. “I always do.” Her heart skipped two full beats, but she shook it off with a laugh, trying not to focus on the image his heated words created. Her nerves danced around her stomach and she caught herself wondering what it would be like if he were the dating kind. At times, it seemed like the most natural thing in the world. He made her want to be carefree and experience everything life had to offer without the fear of consequences. If it wasn’t for the Grade A jerk he became

when the masses arrived at any party, it might be worth a chance. But Clara knew better. His need to be Big Man on Campus trumped everything else, and that was not a chance her heart was willing to take. This good-humored, sometimes sweet, beautiful version of Adam was only available during their slow walks through campus. * * * The music from Adam’s old apartment was blasting through the walls as he and Clara entered the building. He wasted no time in getting them both a drink. As expected, Rose and Harper were already there. Adam took a long look at Clara’s sister. She was traditionally beautiful with long blonde

hair and bright blue eyes. He immediately recognized the similarities between the siblings, not to mention the facial expressions. The energy that buzzed from Clara to Harper was amusing. Harper had a charming presence, which captivated those around her, but it was nothing compared to Clara’s natural beauty and quick wit. Watching Clara prance around the party with her sister by her side only made Adam want her more. The duo played off of each other like a wellrehearsed skit, something he was sure they perfected at the expense of their parents’ sanity. Double trouble, he thought, shaking his head.

“You’re not planning to seduce them both, are you?” Luke teased as he and Deacon joined Adam in the kitchen. Adam laughed into his beer. “Yeah, like Clara would ever allow that.” “And that’s stopped you before?” Deacon asked with a raised brow. “Would you want to try?” “To take on Clara?” Deacon’s brow arched higher. “Yeah right. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Something tells me she’s feistier than she lets on.” “You have no idea,” Adam agreed before taking another slow sip of his beer, enjoying its spicy taste. “You’re hooked,” Luke said, smiling like a damn fool.

“No,” Adam replied, but as the word left his lips, his eyes searched for her. “I just like a challenge.” “Uh-huh.” Luke wasn’t convinced. His gaze followed Adam’s until they spotted Clara, Harper, and Rose in the middle of the living room, dancing without a care in the world. Deacon eyed Adam carefully. He seemed even less convinced. “It’s not like I could date her anyways,” Adam said. “I’m still on lockdown, remember?” “Oh come on.” Luke gave Adam’s arm a good nudge. “You already talked her into being your tutor. I doubt she would object to a little extra … anatomy lessons.”

“I didn’t tell her everything.” “Why not?” Deacon asked, still shaking his head at his brother’s suggestion. Adam shrugged. He wasn’t diving into that messy argument. Instead, he said, “It’s not like we know her very well.” “Yet,” Luke finished before dancing his way over to the girls. Adam watched as Luke took center stage, stealing Rose away from the sisters. When Corin jumped at the chance to persuade Clara to dance with him, something twisted in Adam’s gut. He almost dashed forward with some flimsy excuse about coming to her rescue, but Clara was already brushing

Corin away. Adam relaxed against the counter, admiring the tact and elegance with which Clara could turn a man down. Corin was left standing there, most likely thinking that Clara was too innocent or too buzzed to understand his intentions. The sight brought a smile to Adam’s face. Corin’s attention turned to the nearest group of victims, and Adam shook his head knowing that the guy had one more drink to go before pulling out his prized, piece-of-crap blade he received from his granddad. The story lasted longer than the actual history. Not that it stopped Corin from bragging to anyone who would listen, nor did it stop some dreamy-eyed chick from falling for

the overstretched tale. Adam’s gaze drifted back to Clara, but not before catching the annoyed look Harper continued to cast Corin’s way. Adam’s smile deepened. She didn’t care for Corin either, which meant the arrogant bastard didn’t stand a chance in hell with a certain brunette Wright sister. Music to Adam’s ears. “So, what do you think?” Adam asked, turning to Deacon. “About what?” “Clara.” He wanted a straight answer, and Deacon was the only one who wouldn’t make it into something larger than it was. Luke would’ve teased him for days. “I think Corin’s right. She’s too good

for you,” he said, his brown stare fixed on Adam. “But why should you let that stop you?” Deacon didn’t wait for a response as he left Adam alone to think. Why should it stop him? The words danced around his head. Deacon was right. Nothing stopped him before. Why would he let it now? Drink after drink, Adam thought about how he could get Clara alone, if only for a moment. The usual partiers were strolling in, and soon there would not be much room left in the apartment. With the girls owning the makeshift dance floor, the guys took refuge at the pong table. Pong balls soared through the air, and Adam was trapped in a game against Marcus and Corin. He would

have enjoyed the game more with Clara as his partner. Luke was tanked, which made him the world’s cockiest player and also the worst. “Game!” Marcus yelled as he sunk the last cup. “Bull,” Luke slurred as more trash talking spewed from his mouth. The cups were stacked for a rematch, but Adam relented, giving his spot to Deacon, and the new battle began. Having no interest in the game, he slipped out to the patio for some fresh air where he could think straight. As luck would have it, his beautiful torment was already there. “Hey,” Clara said softly. “Had to get some breathing room too?”

Adam nodded. With a crooked smile, he said, “Too much testosterone at the pong table.” Clara laughed as she took a long drink from her plastic cup. “Too many sweaty bodies dancing.” “What do you say we go for a little walk?” Clara eyed him with a skeptic glare. “I don’t think I should leave my sister in there by herself for too long. The wolves might descend.” “I think she can handle herself for a few minutes. Plus she’s not alone. I’m sure Rose will watch after her. And I’d beat the crap out of the guys if they don’t save her from any drunk advances.” Clara’s brown eyes seemed to wage

an inner battle. She was so close to giving in he could feel it. Taking a few encouraging steps away from the apartment, Adam waited for her to decide. Slowly, she set her empty cup on the patio table. With a soft smile, she said, “Fine. But only because I’d like my head to stop pounding with the bass.” Adam laughed as he fell into step with her pace. God, he loved the night. In his experience, people behaved differently once the sun set. They were more carefree. And with a little alcoholinduced persuasion, fear of judgment was thrown to the stars. Tonight wasn’t any different. The autumn air was the perfect contradiction to the heat from his

buzz. Adam glanced to his side and the heat burned a few degrees hotter. Clara looked gorgeous under the moonlight. Images of laying her down on the cool grass and watching the stars bounce in her eyes flashed through his mind. Needing a distraction from his wayward thoughts, he asked, “Having a good time?” “Yeah,” she replied with a smile. “It’s nice to have Harper here.” Adam nodded. “I like her.” Clara’s suspicious glare jetted up to him. Her feet stopped moving as she turned to face his tall frame. The look of anger in her brown eyes was intoxicating under the moon’s white glow.

“Stay away from my sister, Adam,” she said, her voice matching the growl of a mama bear. He had to suppress a laugh, but a smile remained glued to his face as he held his hands up in mock surrender. “I have no intention of doing anything with your sister.” Her eyes filled with challenge. “Then what are your intentions?” “Have a little faith in me,” he said as he stepped closer. The way her chest rapidly raised and fell enticed him further. He was either going to get close enough to kiss her or get slapped. The latter would be worth it. “Is that what you tell all your girls?”

There was a slight bite to her words, but she didn’t push him away. “What girls?” he absently asked as he brushed the side of his thumb over her cheek. It was so soft under the pad of his finger, so warm. “The ones who practically throw themselves at you.” Her voice was soft, but the edge in her tone was still there. “I won’t be one of them.” A deep laugh vibrated through his chest. “I’d never ask you to.” It was the truth. He knew from the moment he met her that she wasn’t his usual type. He was sure she would have run for the hills by now, but there she was, staring up at him with those beautiful brown eyes.

Just when Adam thought she would pull away, something inched her closer. His heart leaped at the small victory. Taking his time, he ran his thumb across her chin and over her smooth lips. When his gaze flickered back to her eyes, he noticed her gaze transfixed on his mouth. It was all too tempting. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he brought his mouth to hers. Clara’s entire body tensed. He slipped his hand down her neck, cradling her as she relaxed in his embrace. The spice of the beer he’d sipped all night mixing with the sweet liquor from her lips spiked his desire like never before. Greedily, he nipped her bottom lip, deepening the kiss. She seemed lost in

the moment as she tried to follow his lead. He didn’t know if it was the alcohol racing through her body or possible inexperience, but her unsure movements had him wanting to teach her more. So much more. Everything about her was pure and sweet, but then she did the unexpected. She leaned closer, brushing her pert chest against his. When her hands slid between them and she caught his lip between hers, primal desire raged through him. If there were a bed nearby, he would have hauled them to it without a second thought. She was too addicting, too irresistible with her soft body pressed against his. There was no way he could pull away from her.

To his dismay, Clara did. Even under the dim light, he could see the blush in her cheeks. Through broken breaths, she said, “We should get back to the party.” Adam fell in step with her hurried pace. He searched her face for some kind of clue as to why she was suddenly running away from him. He needed something to read her thoughts about the kiss they’d shared. “Clara,” he began, keeping his voice low as he reached for her hand to slow her down. Her brown eyes briefly met his before gluing themselves back on the path. Her response came out a flustered mess as she said, “I—I should find

Harper and Rose.” A feeling he could not explain swirled around his head. Women didn’t run from him after a heated moment. And their kiss was definitely heated. At least, it was for him. Adam slowed his pace as Clara rushed into the party. Leaning against the open patio door, he watched her rejoin her friends. The way she responded to him was anything but timid, which confused him more. Yet, she continued to laugh and drink with her friends as if nothing had happened between them. He almost regretted making a move too soon. Almost. It was her eyes that gave her away as their brown depths continually found his

over the crowded room. Adam grinned. Whatever her reason was for putting distance between them, it had nothing to do with being unsatisfied. She was smiling too.

Chapter Eight The bass of the party pulsed at the speed of snails compared to the pounding in Clara's chest. Harper and Rose chatted with the group around them, but Clara couldn't focus. She smiled and nodded to the conversation that buzzed around her, laughing when others laughed, but her mind was still soaring from her walk with Adam. She shouldn't have left the party with him. She knew it was a mistake the moment his hand cupped the side of her face, and yet she found herself inching closer to him. She wanted him, and the thought terrified her. He was experienced while she felt more like a

newborn fawn on ice skates. They were a match destined to crash. If she were lucky, she could walk away with a few minor scratches. Chugging the last of her drink, Clara searched the crowded room. Perhaps she should tell Adam things could never go any further while she still had some liquid courage. It sounded like a good plan until she met his hazy blue eyes from across the room and everything came slamming to a halt. He stood near the stereo, chatting with faces she didn't recognize. Although they dominated Adam's time, his attention was fixed on Clara. One long, lusty look from him and Clara’s head spinning. She fought a smile, positive

that the grin would give away the wicked thoughts he stirred within her. And boy did he stir up things she never thought imaginable. Maybe a few bumps and bruises would be worth it ... temptation teased. "I'm going to grab a refill," Clara yelled over the music. Harper nodded and began to pull Rose back towards the speakers to dance again. Clara pushed her way to the kitchen, needing more of that sweet liquid courage. Leaning against the counter, she kept a watchful eye on Harper. The girl loved to dance. Clara wanted to join them, but their proximity to Adam was too close for her taste. At the moment, she didn’t trust herself near

him. He was clouding her senses more than the liquor was. Taking another gulp, she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do. There was no denying the attraction between her and Adam. She was hooked from the beginning, but that didn’t mean she should just throw all caution to the wind. How many girls did he use those same lines on? How long before he tossed them aside for someone new? There were too many questions and not enough answers. Sip after sip, Clara’s mind fiddled with the pieces of the puzzle that were Adam Beaumont. Why her? Why did he have to go after her? Worse, why did she enjoy it so much? It didn’t matter which

way she spun it, she couldn’t see the full picture. The possibilities, the risks, they were all too cloudy. Clara refilled her cup and downed it in three long swigs. Instant regret washed over her as a sour taste filled the back of her throat. Tossing the cup in the trash, she pushed her way to the restroom. The party slowed to a dull hum the second she slammed the door behind her. She felt woozy. She tried to focus on her reflection, but the girl in the mirror wouldn’t sit still. Who was that girl staring back at her? Gone was the responsible girl, the one who always made her parents proud. Was this the girl that Adam liked?

The girl who drank herself silly and threw herself at him in the middle of the sidewalk? If it was, Clara wanted no part of her. A few drinks and parties were one thing, but Clara hated the feeling that surged through her now. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could she be so foolish as to chug down her drink without thinking? Clara splashed her cheeks with water, trying to wash the guilt away. She needed to go home, but first she would have to go back to the party. Frantically fixing her hair and makeup, Clara took a deep breath and left to face the crowd. Her new mission to drag Harper and Rose back to the dorms was interrupted as Corin’s massive body blocked the

small hallway. “Clara,” he slurred. “I was wondering where you ran off to. Thought Beaumont might have kidnapped you.” “Nope,” she replied as she tried to maneuver around his large frame. “Good. I don’t like him.” Again, Clara attempted to move between him and the wall, but he pinned her in place. His rough hand wrapped around her neck. She heard the drunken whisper of “Sh-should be with meh” before he crushed her mouth with his. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Clara wedged her hands between them and tried to use all of her force to push him away. His kiss was hard and sloppy and completely unwelcome! It took a

moment for his drunken mind to register her lack of cooperation, but to Clara, it felt like hours passing. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Clara took his brief confusion as a chance to slip under his arm. She attempted a quick getaway, but his hand grabbed her wrist. The pain that shot up her arm stopped her in her tracks. “Let go of me,” she demanded. “Why?” His grip tightened. “Because I’m not Adam?” “No, because you’re drunk.” Clara ripped her hand out of his grasp. She filled her words with as much distaste as she could. “Sober up, Corin. And don’t touch me again.” Clara stormed back into the living

room, running her fingers over her bruised lips. What the hell? Behind her, a door slammed shut, shaking the apartment walls, but she wasn’t going to worry about that. She just needed to find Harper and Rose as fast as she could. She was about to ask them if they were ready to leave when the sight of Adam caused her to freeze. Her heart pounded as she looked across the room at the girl who had her bony arms wrapped around his neck. Clara wanted to pull her away by her stupid, perfectly curled hair. She only knew one person with hair that icky shade of red … Olivia. Clara felt stone cold sober as she

watched his hands run down Olivia’s slinky arms. With gentle movements, he slipped her hands from his neck as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Clara didn’t need to know what he was saying. All she needed to see was the smile plastered on his face and the intimacy that seemed to buzz around them. She couldn’t take anymore. Reaching for Harper, she said, “I need to go home. Where’s Rose?” It took Harper less than a minute to locate Rose lip locked with Luke. Harper darted out the door after Clara, dragging Rose behind her. “Clara, slow down!” Clara didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Her head was pounding, her body was

shaking, and she felt sick to her stomach. Nothing made sense. Corin. Rose and Luke. Her and Adam. Adam and Olivia! It all made her head spin. Her frustration was threatening to break out in a flood of tears. Another wave of nausea rushed over her as she raced through campus with Rose and Harper at her heels. She couldn’t answer any of their pleading questions without coming undone. Bursting through the dorm room, Clara ran to the bathroom and heaved the contents of her stomach down the toilet. Harper pulled Clara’s hair out of the way as she cooed, “You’ll be okay.” Rose knelt by her side, rubbing her back. “Sweetie, what’s wrong?”

“Everything. The party. This!” Clara cried between broken sobs. She hated herself for drinking so much. It wasn’t like her to do such things. That thought alone made her sick to her stomach. “I— I can’t … I just can’t.” “Can’t what?” Harper asked with concern. Clara couldn’t answer. Her head was still spinning and if she opened her mouth, she would get sick all over again. She was losing control of everything. Her emotions, her judgment, her balance. She hated it. After a second stumble, Harper and Rose took over, helping Clara back to the main room where she collapsed on Rose’s pink futon.

“Drink this,” Harper said, handing Clara a large glass of water. “I’m sorry,” Clara replied in a daze. “I’m so sorry.” “For what?” “For seeing me like this. For taking care of me.” Clara was the older sister. She was the one who was supposed to look out for Harper, not the other way around. “I’m s-sorry.” “Don’t be. That’s what I’m here for,” Harper assured as she took a spot next to Clara. Rose sat on the floor in front of them. Her hand rested on Clara’s knee as she asked, “Hun, what happened?” Clara stared at her glass of water. She didn’t know if it was possible after

everything she threw up, but she felt even drunker than before. It was like every ounce of liquor she drank came crashing through her system simultaneously. “He kissed me. Now everything’s messed up.” “Who did?” “Adam. Oh, and Corin.” Clara waved her hand as if it was an everyday occurrence. “WHAT?” Harper’s shriek bounced off the dorm walls. “When?” “At the party.” “Well, I gathered that much. I mean, when at the party?” Through mumbled words she told them everything she remembered. “And you!” Clara drunkenly spat at Rose.

“When did you start seeing Luke? I thought he wasn’t your type.” “It just happened! I swear,” Rose said in defense. “Besides, I’m allowed to change my mind.” “Well, I’m never going over there again. I’m so embarrassed.” “Don’t say that,” Harper said calmly as she rose from the futon to let Clara spread out. Covering Clara with a blanket, she added, “Wait to see how you feel in the morning. And I wouldn’t worry about this Olivia chick. Adam didn’t seem too pleased when she showed up tonight. Maybe hear him out first.” “Stupid party,” Clara slurred. She didn’t want to hear what she should or

should not do. She certainly didn’t want to hear what Adam had to say. She wanted to sleep. Her eyes became heavy as she mumbled, “Stupid boys.” * * * Clara adored having Harper around, but she was happy when the weekend was over and she could get back to her studies. She never made a complete fool of herself when it came to classes. Clara was thrilled when Harper approved of an all day movie marathon on Saturday. It meant she didn’t have to run into anyone while she nursed the world’s worst hangover. She vowed right then and there that Friday was the first and last time she would ever drink to that excess. It wasn’t worth the morning after

consequence. With Monday morning classes behind her, Clara had her creative writing course left to face. That meant her chances of running into Adam would be higher. If she were lucky, Clara could snag her usual spot towards the front, slip out the side door when the class was over, and avoid Adam altogether. She prayed Lady Luck would be on her side. Until then, Clara sat under a young willow tree as she waited patiently to execute her plan. Waiting was easy, especially when nuzzled under the tree’s shade. It quickly became her favorite spot. A peaceful place to watch student life buzz around her. It was also the

perfect place to write, which was exactly what Clara was doing when a large someone fell to her side, scaring the wits out of her. “Hey, beautiful.” “Jeez, Adam!” she said, clinching her racing heart. “Don’t you know you’re not supposed to attack someone from behind?” “I didn’t attack you,” he said as he rested on his side, bracing his weight on his right arm. “Close enough.” “So, what were you doing?” Clara snatched her brown journal away from his greedy reach and shoved it in her bag. “Nothing. Just thinking up ideas for our next writing assignment.”

“Do you ever think about anything other than school?” His voice was playful which annoyed her to the core. She hated the way he seemed so calm in light of recent events. Playboy. Her tone was filled with irritation as she said, “Sometimes.” “Whoo, what’s wrong?” Adam sprang up, adjusting himself to Clara’s level. “Nothing.” Clara fumbled with the book she desperately wanted out of her bag. Maybe if she ignored him, he would go away, and they could avoid the awkward conversation she knew was approaching. “Well, maybe I can cheer that nothing up.” With a hypnotizing Beaumont smile,

Adam leaned in to kiss her. Clara’s hand flew between them. When his face lit up in surprise, she knew she wasn’t going to escape the awkward conversation after all. “Look, why don’t we just call Friday night what it was? A mistake.” “You don’t mean that.” Clara almost laughed. “I believe I do.” “What happened? I mean after the party.” Adam’s face filled with concern. “Luke said you practically ran out. And you still haven’t replied to a single text.” Clara scoffed. Adam was not the only guy she was avoiding all weekend. Corin must have sent a half a dozen texts apologizing for his behavior. He wanted

to take her out to dinner to make it up to her. She was so close to telling him that leaving her the hell alone would be the only way to make amends. Without thinking, she blurted, “If you wanted to talk to someone, why not try Olivia?” “What?” he asked. Clara glanced up from her book. His eyes were the same light blue as his shirt. The fact that she noticed it annoyed her further. “Why would I want to talk to Olivia?” With slight panic in his voice, he added, “What did she tell you?” Clara raised an eyebrow. “What should she tell me?” “Nothing. At least nothing true. Olivia’s the type of girl who doesn’t

stop ‘til she gets what she wants. And she can be downright vindictive when she doesn’t.” “Well, it looked like she got what she wanted at the party.” The edge to her tone sharpened with each word. Adam stared at her unblinking. It seemed Clara would have to spell it out for him. “I saw her pretty little arms wrapped around you before I left. It’s no big deal. Aside from one drunken mistake, we aren’t together, so you can do whatever you want. But I’m not going to make the same mistake again.” Adam ran his hands through his light brown hair and around his face. He looked like he struggled with what to say. Scooting closer to Clara, Adam

draped his arm across her legs, locking Clara between him and the tree. “I’m sorry,” he began. “But I promise you nothing is ever going to happen between Olivia and me. I was done with her long before I met you.” “Sure you were.” “I’ll admit she hung around longer than she should’ve, but that doesn’t mean anything happened Friday. Apparently Corin invited her. She doesn’t take rejection well, and I’m sure what you saw was just me not trying to make a scene.” “And I’m supposed to believe that?” “You can believe what you want to, but it won’t change the truth.” He paused, lowering his voice as he leaned

in closer. His free hand, soft and warm, followed the line of her jaw. “Why would I do anything with her after kissing you? Something … might I add … I’d thoroughly enjoy doing again.” “Isn’t that what you do?” she asked as she tried to ignore the shivers that ran down her neck. “Chase after one girl, only to trade her for another?” “Don’t believe everything you hear.” One look into those blue eyes and she wanted to believe every word. She tried to see it from his perspective. Olivia throwing herself at him because she didn’t take rejection well? If she truly thought about it, it was the exact same thing Corin tried with her. Jeez, those two were a match made in psycho

heaven. “Fine,” she finally said, but she kept the distance between them to be safe. “I’ll admit that there’s a possibility that you might be telling the truth.” “I’ll accept that. Now, since that’s all sorted out, I actually came over to tell you that my mother wants to meet you.” “What?” Panic rose in her throat. “Why?” “Relax. It’s not a ‘meet the parents of the guy you’re seeing’ sort of thing—” “We are not seeing each other.” A wicked glint flashed in his eyes. With a smile, he continued, “I just mean that she wants to meet my tutor.” “Oh.”

“How does a late lunch sound? We would go after our writing class on Wednesday.” “Umm …” How could she turn down the Dean’s request? “Sure. That sounds fine.” “Good. Now, about not wanting to see me …” he teased. Clara cursed the fuzzy feeling that swirled in her stomach. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” “Yes.” “Can I ask why?” “Adam, you’re paying me to tutor you.” A cocky smile formed on his lips. “Afraid of mixing business with pleasure?” For a second, Clara could not

answer. She was lost in tingling feeling that smile gave her. Damn him. He was becoming a major hazard to her thoughts. His mouth inched closer to hers. Her rational side did not consent. “What if I promise to be on my very best behavior during all tutoring sessions?” Humor danced in his eyes. “No teasing, no flirting. Scout’s honor!” Clara’s brow arched high. “Were you ever a scout?” “No,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t be true to my word.” Clara scoffed. She tried to think about his offer, but she couldn’t focus. Her nerves were sent into overdrive by his simple touch. Could he really keep the two separate? Could she? Should

she? “I’ll think about it,” Clara said with a smile. “Something to help persuade you,” he whispered as his hand gently wrapped around her neck. “I don’t do PDA,” she said, but her words lacked conviction. “Good thing we aren’t in public.” His mouth slowly caressed each word. “It’s just you and me.” She didn’t argue with his reasoning. Instead, she welcomed the taste of mint as his lips brushed hers, and the world around them faded. There was something sweeter in the kiss that wasn’t there before, as if he were savoring each second. Hazily, she followed his slow

movements, enjoying the pure sensation of it. Damn, the man could kiss. A quiet moan of protest escaped her lips as Adam pulled away. His mouth hovered inches from hers. She could hear laughter in his voice as he said, “Just something for you to think about while we’re in class. Now, come on. Wouldn’t want to be late, would we?” Clara could not answer. Her head was still reeling with mixed emotions. Sooner or later, she was going to give in to him. They both knew it.

Chapter Nine Adam fiddled with the silverware in front of him. Instead of eating in the small kitchen area as he suggested, his mother chose to host Clara in their large dining hall. They sat at the far end of the table, leaving the fifteen remaining chairs vacant. It was excessive. The room was reserved for hosting annual parties not eating a small lunch. “Your home is beautiful,” Clara said to Angela Beaumont. “Why thank you. It has been home to many generations of Beaumonts,” his mother replied. Adam’s eyes rolled toward the crystal chandelier. Please don’t let her

get started on family history, he prayed. Growing up, he loved his home and the countless stories told by his parents and grandparents. But now was not the time to get into it. He needed the lunch to end as soon as possible. The less amount of time Clara spent with his mother the better. “That painting behind you,” Clara began, “I’ve seen it before, but I can’t remember the painter.” Angela didn’t need to turn around as a proud smile filled her face. Adam’s gaze shifted to the classic piece, tuning out their discussion. His father’s favorite. The rough, painted strokes illustrated a boat battling a harsh snowstorm. It was hauntingly beautiful,

and quickly became a young Adam’s favorite backdrop to recreate his own shipwreck scenes. He could spend hours propped up on the decorative table below it, or until one of the maids chased him away. “Joseph Mallord William Tuner,” his mother replied. “A captivating piece, isn’t it? Clara nodded. “My roommate would love it. She’s taking an art history class this year and won’t stop talking about all the pieces she gets to study.” “If I’m correct, your roommate is Rosalia Laurence,” his mother said. “How are you two getting along?” “Great.” The smile in Clara’s voice was as evident as the one on her face.

“Rose and I are good friends.” Adam smiled to himself as he fumbled with whatever gourmet salad his mother insisted on serving. The whole ridiculous luncheon was just a show of power meant to intimidate Clara, testing what type of girl she was. But Clara was holding her own in the tedious conversation. “That’s so good to hear.” Angela took a moment to sip her ice water. The awkward silence was stifling. At least, it was for him. “So tell me, how is Adam coming along?” “Can’t we, at least, finish lunch before we talk about me?” he asked. “Of course not. It’s the reason we are all here.”

Adam groaned. He dreaded this part of the conversation. It was the main reason he argued against the stupid lunch date to begin with. His mother was determined to ruin his junior year. Thanks to her, he would have to take summer classes to graduate on time or suffer an added year. “Actually, he’s doing very well,” Clara said. “Wonderful! I’ll admit I was a little concerned when he said he found his own tutor. Especially one so much younger than him.” “Clara’s here on full scholarship,” Adam said. There was no way he was going to let Clara’s age become a factor in her tutoring abilities.

“Oh I know,” his mother cooed. “Very impressive. It speaks very highly of you, Clarabelle.” Clara’s cheeks flushed brightly. “Thank you.” From where Adam sat, it was clear Clara was nervous as she shifted in her seat. And why shouldn’t she be? Her afternoon consisted of facing Angela Beaumont, a woman who could rub elbows with the wealthiest of the wealthiest and not break a sweat. Even if Clara wasn’t tense, Adam stressed enough for the both of them. The dining room was turning into the damn Sahara. He relaxed slightly when Mrs. Thompson reentered the room to bring her mouthwatering tea sandwiches. He

released a heavy breath as he watched his favorite housekeeper serve Clara first. Mrs. Thompson’s caring presence helped cool the stuffy atmosphere. “Thank you,” Clara said as she chose a couple slices from the silver tray. “These look delicious.” “They’re Adam’s favorite,” Mrs. Thompson replied. Her dark magenta stained lips curved into a warm smile before she sent a wink his way. Adam responded with a soft smile of his own. As a young child, he had satisfied his boredom by terrorizing the staff that kept the Beaumont estate in pristine condition. Countless maids and groundskeepers resigned. Adam’s relatively harmless pranks ruled the

manor until Mrs. Anne Thompson ended his reign of mayhem. With four boys of her own, she knew just how to put her foot down when it came to a six-yearold menace. She was a stern old broad with the world’s kindest heart. “Thank you, Anne,” Angela said as she received her food. “And please bring the tea out.” “Yes, ma’am. It’s almost finished brewing,” Mrs. Thompson replied before scurrying back to the kitchen. “As I was saying,” his mother continued, “I appreciate that you’ve taken time out of your nights to help him.” “You’re welcome,” Clara politely said between bites.

“I must say I’m surprised a beautiful girl like you wouldn’t rather be out partying on a Friday night.” Adam shifted in his chair. He didn’t like where his mother was headed. He assumed she would ask general questions, not investigate every detail he stretched to no end. He should have known better. “It’s no problem,” Clara replied. “It’s not all that late.” Angela Beaumont waved her perfectly manicured nails in the air. “Oh, to be young again. In my day, eight p.m. would’ve been the perfect time to go out. Although, I have to say it’s nice to know Adam is home by midnight. He hasn’t tried anything after he walks you back to

the dorms, has he?” The sound of near choking echoed off the walls as Clara asked, “Ex-excuse me?” “Mother, please!” Adam scolded. “Given the circumstance, I believe it’s a valid question,” his mother argued with a harsh look. Adam had to force his gaze past his mother to keep his anger at bay. His father’s favorite painting stared back. It was like looking at a reflection of what his life was going to become if his mother had her way. Taking a deep breath, he said, “I disagree.” “Agree or not, we can’t have you falling back into old habits.” Adam’s eyes shifted toward Clara.

The look on her face resembled a lost puppy. It was clear she was caught in the middle of a domestic battle. “Mother,” he warned. Ignoring him, Angela turned to Clara. “I’m sorry to have to drag you into this, but you see, I have to ensure that my son isn’t paying someone else to do his work.” “I’ve never paid someone to do my work for me.” “Yes, but you did exchange something far more important for passing grades. Something that cost a student her assistant position. And something that will not be tolerated at this University.” Adam’s jaw dropped. His mother had brought the waves crashing down on

him. Frozen by he icy words, it took Adam a moment to register that Clara was politely excusing herself from the table. Adam turned his head in time to watch her brown hair bouncing off her shoulders as she scurried out of the dining room and toward the door. “Nice, mother,” he snapped before speeding off after Clara. He was amazed she had already made it out the door and halfway down the front entrance. “Clara, wait!” “Why?” The tone of her voice cut right through Adam’s core. “So you can feed me more lies?” “Clara, let me explain—” “Explain what exactly? How your mother thinks we meet two hours later

than we actually do? At first, I thought she was mistaken, but then she said you walk me home after?” Adam searched frantically for something to say to make it better. He expected her to be upset, but she sounded downright pissed. “Clara, please—” “No, Adam. You can lie to your mom all you want, but count me out!” “Clara, just listen to me.” She replied with a hard stare, her chest rising and falling with each angry breath she took. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you everything,” he rushed out. “I just thought the less you knew the better. Then you wouldn’t have to lie if it ever

came up.” “How thoughtful.” Her words were laced with heavy sarcasm. “Obviously, being blindsided was the better option.” “I’m sorry. I really am.” He prayed she would see the sincerity in his face. “Next time—” “No,” she interrupted. “There’s not going to be a next time. I quit. I can’t have your mother, who happens to be the Dean, thinking that you’re paying me to do your work.” “She doesn’t think that.” Adam tried to reach for her hand, as if it would make her understand his deceit. If he could just touch her, maybe she would understand. “You’re right,” Clara said as she

pulled out of his reach. “She thinks I’m some kind of tutoring prostitute. Well, if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather take the check.” Clara turned to storm off, but something caused her to spin back around. Adam felt a brief moment of joy before her scolding words knocked the breath out of him. “Is that why you kissed me? Because you thought you could manipulate me into doing your work? Passing grades for a night with Adam Beaumont?” “No! Clara, I would never do that you.” How could she think that? She seemed unaffected by his plea. It only fueled her rage. “At least when Corin kissed me it was because he

wanted to.” “What?” Adam had to take a step back. “When?” “It’s really none of your business.” “Bullshit it isn’t.” His head was beginning to spin as each one of his veins filled with jealousy. He thought she didn’t like Corin. Why would she kiss him? What kind of game was she playing? Ridiculous questions spun around his head and before he knew it he said, “I didn’t take you as that type of girl. Who’s next on your list? Luke? Marcus?” The moment the words left his idiotic lips, Adam wished he could take them back. Clara’s mouth opened in utter shock. He felt like the world’s largest

tool as he watched her struggle to stay composed. She was already accused of enough during the lunch. Before he could even attempt to apologize, Clara looked him dead in the eye. “Go to hell, Adam. And find a new tutor while you’re there.” Her words were as sharp as a knife and cut through him just as easily. He stormed back into the house, unable to watch Clara walk away from him. He knew it was his own dumb fault. The moment he saw his mother still sitting at the table, calmly finishing her lunch, he lost it. “What the hell was that about?” he bellowed. His mother dabbed the cloth napkin

over her lips before warning, “Watch your tone, young man.” “My … my tone? Are you serious? You attack my friend under the pretense of a lunch date, and I’m the one that needs to watch his tone?” “Are you sure she’s just a friend?” “Yes, Mother. You told me I can’t date like I’m some damn child, and what do I do? Exactly as you ask. You told me to bring up my grades, so I hire a tutor. What more do you want from me?” She ignored his question. Instead, her motherly voice said, “She’s very pretty.” “What the hell do her looks have to do with anything?” Adam looked at mother, dumbfounded. “Sorry, all the trolls were too busy to help me.”

Angela slowly rose from her chair and walked toward her son. “Don’t sass me, Adam. In the past, when you would act out, your father would say you were just being a boy. You needed to blow off some steam—” “Don’t blame this on my father.” His mother held up her hand in protest. “I wasn’t. I was simply stating a fact. We spoiled you. I know that. But who you are and how you act today? That’s your choice. You’re not a child anymore.” “Thanks for noticing,” came his snide remark. His mother sent him a warning glare. “Now, Clara is a bright girl with an even brighter future ahead of her. It’s why I

chose her for the scholarship. Her essay portion of the application was beautifully written.” “I’m not surprised.” Adam smiled at his mother’s disclosure. It was clear Clara had a way with words, even if those last words cut him down to half the size of a pea. “I may be your mother, and I know you think my judgment is unfair, but you must remember I’m also Dean of this school. It is my duty to ensure the welfare of the students and the university’s name. This family’s name.” “And accusing Clara of sleeping with me was your way of doing your due diligence?” His face grew warm as the familiar feeling of irritation returned.

“We both know that’s not the case,” she replied. “I don’t think a girl as smart and respectable as Clara would do something that would jeopardize her scholarship.” “You wouldn’t!” Adam openly gawked at the woman before him. This couldn’t be the mother he remembered. She wouldn’t take away someone’s scholarship because of her association with him. “Perhaps not. But I also believed your father and I raised a respectable young man.” Adam couldn’t take anymore. He stormed out despite his mother’s protest. She could be as angry or disappointed as she wanted. I won’t let her take it out

on Clara, he thought as he slammed his bedroom door behind him. The irony of his thoughts echoed through the empty room. He did the same thing to Clara. He took his anger towards his mother out on her, and now Clara hated him because of it. She had every right to. Could he ever make it up to her? Without further thought, Adam locked his door and blasted the stereo. His mother wouldn’t be surprised. It was the typical way he dealt with his anger. With her bedroom on the other end of the massive house, she wouldn’t even be bothered by the noise. He didn’t waste a second as he opened his window, welcoming the fall

breeze. Carefully planting his feet, he scaled the stone wall before jumping off the thin ledge above the first floor. His smooth landing was a testament to the skills he’d perfected as a teenaged rebel. He didn’t care if he was sneaking out like a child. If his mother was going to treat him like one, then it only seemed fitting. At the moment, one thing mattered. Finding Luke and Deacon. They would know how to help him sort this whole mess out. They always did.

Chapter Ten Three weeks passed since Clara told Adam off in front of his stunning estate, and she did not regret it. She hummed and danced up and down the aisles of the University library. She found her new job as a student librarian to be much more peaceful than dealing with the deceitful Adam Beaumont. Clara praised her wise decision as she adjusted the footstool to reach the top shelf in the fiction section. If only she were a couple of inches taller. Standing on her toes, she carefully placed a novel in its rightful spot. Quiet giggles broke her concentration just as her fingers pushed

the book's leather spine. Her body grew rigid and her footing staggered as the flirtatious laughter became louder. It couldn't be. There was no way the muffled, husky laugh belonged to Adam. He wouldn't have replaced her so soon. Would he? In his defense, Clara did tell him to find someone new. Could she hate him for doing so? Clara tiptoed toward the secluded corner of the library. She could feel her heart rate rising as she peaked between the many novels that thrived off jealous women and mismatched lovers. The irony was not lost on her. Her heart pounded in her ears. She told herself she was just afraid of being caught snooping,

but jealousy disagreed. Cautiously, Clara spied on the annoying couple who were far too giggly for a study session. She didn't know what was worse, realizing that she expected to catch Adam with her new replacement or seeing that the guy making out with his overexcited date was blond and not the brown haired man she was quickly falling for. Get it together, Clara. Her hands shook as she grabbed the cart of books and darted towards the far rows before anyone could see her shame. It wasn't fair the way Adam had wormed his way into her mind in just over two short months. He didn't belong there. Not after the way he’d lied to her.

Of course, you would have never agreed to tutor him if you knew the full truth, her reasonable side argued. She sent it an inward glare. Fighting with her conscience would make matters worse. It could even lead her to forgive Adam, and that was something she was not willing to do. It was for her own good. She was deep in the historical section when she heard his soothing voice behind her. "I heard you got a job here." Clara spun, facing the man who haunted her subconscious. Clenching the thick biography in her hands, she asked, "Why are you here, Adam?" Adam shrugged his broad shoulders. "I have a history report, and I was

wondering if you knew the best resources I should use." "Liar.” A soft smile crossed his lips, causing her traitorous heart to leap. She hated the effect he seemed to have on her. It was annoying. "You're right," he said as he slowly enclosed the distance between them. "I lied. I came here with the crazy idea I might get a chance to apologize for the situation I put you in." When Clara didn't reply, Adam took another step closer. "I should’ve told you the truth to begin with, but can you blame me for not wanting to broadcast my past mistakes?" Clara glanced at their surroundings. Nothing but old stories would hear

Adam's confession. "I can't just pretend like it didn't happen.” "Why not?" "Because this isn't some fairytale. One apology doesn't make up for a mountain of lies." "It wasn't that many.” "Close enough." Clara didn't want to talk herself out of being angry with him. She couldn’t. "Let me help you," Adam said as reached for the books in her hand. "How do you even file these?" Clara's gaze rose towards the tall ceiling before she took the book from Adam's hands. His brief touch sent soft tremors up her arm and down her back. "Here," she said as she pointed to the

spine. "First by letters, then by numbers." A crooked smile crossed his lips before he put himself to work. Clara didn't want to admit it, but after three weeks of absenting herself from the group, she realized how much she missed their presence. She didn't think it was possible to feel so close to a group of guys after a few months of friendship, but she did. Despite Rose's pleas for Clara to join her every Friday night, Clara was determined to stay strong. But as Adam helped her sort through the mound of books she needed to restock, she felt a familiar heat rise in her cheeks. Damn him.

Trying to break the quiet tension, she said, "I heard the guys have been teasing you.” “Oh yeah?” Adam pushed another volume back in its place. "And what have you heard?" The teasing tone in his voice was building up Clara's confidence. "Oh, I don't know … something about you sneaking out after dark. How old are you again? I didn’t know I was a cradle robber.” "Ha. Ha," he replied with as much sarcasm as he could gather. "Well, instead of believing what you hear, why don't you come out Friday night? I know Rose has been bitchin' every time she shows up alone."

Clara groaned. She was tired of hearing Rose gripe about it as well. "I’ll think about it, but that doesn't mean I'm going to tutor you again. I’m sure you already found a replacement anyways." "It's not that easy." The stormy look in his eyes set Clara off balance. "Actually, I still have three checks to give you for the last few weeks." Confused, she said, "But I quit." "Yes, but I never told my mother that. In fact, she believes we still meet on Friday nights." "Stop lying to your mother, Adam." "You don't have to help me if you don't want to," he replied. "But the checks are still yours if you want them. We made a deal, and I plan on following

through even if you don't." "I don’t want your money," she snidely remarked before scurrying towards a new section, leaving him behind with a handful of history books. There was no way he was going to buy his way into her good favor. * * * "Please come out with me tonight?" Rose asked for the umpteenth time. Her whine stretched the words into a thin, desperate plea and tugged on Clara’s last ounce of willpower. Combined with the phone call from her father urging her to get out and enjoy her weekend and Clara was doomed. Groaning loudly, she asked, "You swear we're not going over to Corin's?"

"No. Luke said we would hitting up a frat party." "Oh joy," came her snarky reply. "How about a movie night?" "Come on. You refuse to go over to Corin's or to do anything that might involve Adam. The least you can do is come with me and Luke to another party." Her cry turned into lyrical excitement as she sang, “It will be fun.” With another exaggerated groan, Clara relented. "Fine." Rose wasted no time in stripping Clara of her everyday attire, replacing her sweatpants with a short jean skirt and low cut, white blouse. The warm night air that brushed against Clara’s bare legs almost made

her forget that they were on the brink of winter. For now, she would relish Mother Nature's generous gift as she walked with Luke and Rose towards Greek Row. Clara welcomed the pulse of the stereo that raged through the fraternity. Over the past few weeks, she had isolated herself from anything that would remind her of Adam, or worse, Corin. She didn't want Corin to think he had any chance in hell with her, regardless of what she’d led Adam to believe. It served Adam right after the way he’d lied to her. Clara was thankful when Rose handed her a full drink and pulled her to the dance floor. She didn't want to think

anymore. As much as she denied it, Clara missed their nights out. It was the one time out of the week where she didn't feel pressured by grades or expectations. The only other time she felt so free was in the presence of a man she desperately wanted to escape. Ready to forget her troubles in another drink, Clara danced toward the keg, but a small group of guys blocked her path. The way they swayed around was dizzying. "Whoo there, gorgeous," one man said as he steadied Clara's balance. Confidence seared through his green eyes. "Need a refill?" another asked, reaching for her empty cup.

"Um, yes," she replied. “Thank you.” Clara bounced on the tip of her toes and looked everywhere but the intense green stare of the man at her side. She liked his attention even less than she liked Corin’s. To her left, his friend settled against the back of a sofa and raked his own dark eyes over her as he asked, “You got a boyfriend, beautiful?” “Don’t want one.” Clara narrowed her focus as she reached for her full cup and thanked the guy who filled it. She didn’t want their attention. She wanted to hurry back to Luke and Rose. Less than a step away, she felt a hand wrap around her arm. “Hey, not so fast. How about a dance?”

Clara twirled around to face his piercing green stare. His eyelids dropped as a cocky smile pulled at his lips. Clara shuddered at the thought of what was going on in his drunken mind. “No … no, thank you.” One laughed and took a step closer. “Ah, come on, baby. Lighten up.” Clara froze as his hand slithered beneath the hem of her white shirt and the tips of his fingers danced across the heat of her back. A wave of disgust ripped through her. “Stop it,” she said. “I hear ya give tutorin’ lessons?” “No,” she said as another shiver crept up her spine. She was sure he wasn’t interested in anything to do with

academics. “I don’t.” “You sure?” green eyes asked. His unwanted gaze slipped down her bare thighs and up to the last button of her blouse. “Could’ve sworn you were the one tutoring Adam Beaumont. Or do you two have a some kind of deal that only he can use ya?” The way the word ‘tutoring’ rolled off his tongue made Clara feel dirty. Did everyone on campus think she was sleeping with Adam? Color drained from her face as she realized the guy in front of her was hoping for the same deal he thought Adam made. Clara resisted the urge to slap the drunk right out of him, but the sudden touch of his friend pressing against her backside turned her

to stone. “Nothing but a tease," she heard him whisper in her ear. Clara’s head whipped around the party, but no one glanced her way. They were all too wrapped up in their own worlds. Her throat tightened as she tried to push her way out of their confined circle. “Oh come on, baby,” green eyes slurred. “Guarantee I’ll show you a better time than any Beaumont.” Again, his hand slid around her hip. Clara thoughts protested as he stepped closer. Sirens blared through her mind. What would it take for them to take the hint that she wasn’t interested? Never would be. They were either too drunk to

decrypt the word no or they never had the skills to begin with. Clenching her drink in her right hand, Clara threw her left elbow into his side. Pain greeted her poor bone as it crashed into the brick wall he called a chest. The curse that threatened to slip past Clara’s lips was caught between her teeth as she watched her harasser being ripped away. Her mind slowed, trying to process the sudden distance. There was no way it was from her doing. In a blur of commotion, Clara’s attention snapped to her rescuer. She could almost see the hate that surged through his veins. Curses roared through the room as the three jerks held their ground against him, but it was a feeble

attempt. There was too much alcohol in their systems. And he was red-hot, boiling fury. Clara cringed as the sound of knuckles hitting skin rang through her ears and right down her spine. Her heart pounded with each strike. She had never witnessed a fight before. If the sloppy battle of wills before her were the standard, then she would be happy to never to see another again. It was terrifying, and yet, she could not tear her gaze away from him. He moved like a beast ripping through easy, and completely drunk, prey until each dropped to the floor, gripping their sides. And Clara was left staring back at a pair of fuming stormy eyes.

Chapter Eleven Drunken murmurs were left in Adam’s wake as he marched into the fraternity’s kitchen. If his rage wasn’t enough to send the few partiers in the room packing, the violent swing of the door did. “You didn’t have to do that,” Clara’s soft voice called behind him. His whole body spun in her direction. Still fuming, he asked, “What? You think you could’ve handled them yourself?” “No. Although I doubt they would have tried—” “Don’t be so naïve.” Clara’s body went rigid. “Don’t be

such an ass. I’m trying to say that you didn’t have to. But …” Taking a deep breath, she continued, “I’m glad you did. Thank you.” One look at her worried face and his anger vanished. When Luke messaged him earlier, Adam expected to show up and casually bump into Clara. There was a greater chance she would be more receptive after a few drinks. He never thought he would walk in and find her being harassed by a bunch of drunken fools. The moment one of them put his hands on her, Adam saw red. “You’re welcome,” he said before letting his bruised body fall to the nearest chair. He sat in silence, watching

Clara rummage through the dirty white cupboards. “What are you looking for?” “A plastic baggie,” she replied with a tone that implied the obvious. She dove into another drawer. “I need it for — Ah! Here we go.” She shuffled to the freezer and filled the gallon-sized bag with ice before handing it to him with a small smile. “Sorry. It’s the smallest they have.” “What’s it for?” She looked at him as if he asked the color of the sky. “For your eye.” “It’s nothing.” “It’s bleeding.” Adam grazed his hand over his right brow. A warm liquid stained his fingers. “Assholes,” he muttered before

shrugging it off like last week’s news. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.” “Still.” It was obvious she wasn’t accepting his he-man answer. Lifting the bag, Clara pressed the ice to his wound. The bitter cold was like a thousand tiny daggers. Adam jerked away, releasing something that resembled a caveman grunt. “Hold still,” she demanded. The sharp sting of the ice against the open cut caused more pain than fighting ten drunken losers. “Damn it, woman! That hurts.” Clara adjusted the ice pack, applying more pressure than needed and sent him a stern glare. “You wouldn’t be in any pain if you didn’t get in a fight.”

“I wouldn’t have been in a fight if you wore something more appropriate to the party.” “So this is my fault?” Adam wanted to run his head into the wall. Of course she wasn’t to blame. That fault went to the drunken idiots. Adam released a heavy breath and said, “No. I didn’t mean it like that. Those idiots would have gone after anyone.” Another flash of irritation filled her eyes. “Yeah, that makes me feel better. Don’t worry, Clara, you’re nothing special.” “Oh my god, stop,” he said, groaning. Reasoning with her was useless. “I’m just saying it wasn’t your fault. Although, next time I suggest you

dress less … like this.” “What’s wrong with it?” Clara’s voice rose with concern. “This is far from the shortest skirt here. And the shirt is—” “The shirt …” Adam fingers slowly reached for the gold chain around her neck before continuing, “is just revealing enough.” His fingers played with the gold necklace. He’d noticed the chain during their tutoring sessions, but it was always hidden away. Adam followed the delicate links, enjoying the feel of her soft skin under his fingers. Tonight her light blouse exposed enough of her beautiful skin. A few more undone buttons and Adam could stop imagining

what lay underneath the loose cotton of her shirt. He hoped something black and lacy. Carefully pulling out the locket nestled between her breasts, Adam distracted himself by asking, “What this?” “What’s what?” Her words seemed distant. “Oh, you mean my necklace. My —uh ... my mother gave it to me. It was my grandmother’s. Well, one of. She had two. An old pocket watch that my sister has and this one. Pretty, right?” “Very.” Adam restrained his smile. If her babbling were a sign that he was affecting her, then he would listen to it all night. He kept his gaze on the faded picture of the miniature globe. His thumb

swept over the ancient piece. The letters CPL were engraved on the back. “Clara Paige Leprince,” Clara answered in anticipation. “She died the year before I was born.” “And your parents named you after her.” “Sort of. My father fought for Clarabelle, but my mother insisted on keeping Paige.” An unfamiliar warmth pulled at Adam as he watched Clara smile wide. “He said after he met my mom, there wasn’t anything in the world he wouldn’t do to make her happy.” “Tell me more about them.” For a moment, she looked confused. “My parents?” “Yes.”

Leaning back in his chair, Adam listened to her voice fill with the joy of distant memories. He was captivated by the affection in her words. She spoke as if it were her own love story. Adam’s thoughts drifted to his parents. On the surface, it would appear Clara and him were cut from the same family cloth, but deep down she was romance and board games. He was board meetings and family duty. How could two stories be as different as night and day? “Which is why you and I can only be friends,” Clara almost whispered. Adam’s attention snapped back to her. Either she’d read his thoughts or he’d missed a vital part of her story.

How did her parent’s happy marriage lead to that conclusion? Not letting his annoyance speak for him, he said, “I don’t follow.” “Look, it’s obvious there’s something here, but I don’t do flings.” She averted her gaze from the heat of his eyes. “I want love. And passion—” “I can do passion.” Adam inched closer, pulling her beautiful eyes back to him. “In fact, I’m very good at passion.” Clara drew in a long breath and a smile stretched across her lips. “Oh, I’ve heard. Everything from teaching assistants to twins.” Adam leaned back and his deep laugh filled the room. She could go from sweet to brash in one breath. “So I’m no

saint.” “Far from it.” Adam took another chance and leaned forward again. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t change.” Clara’s swift movements reflected his own. “I’m not trying to change you, Adam. And I wouldn’t.” “You don’t think I can?” “I didn’t say that. But you don’t change for people. You change for yourself.” “I disagree. So what are you afraid of?” Clara gently bit down on her lips. It was an unconscious effort to keep her mouth shut, but it drew Adam’s thoughts toward a much more carnal impulse.

“Honestly? Heartbreak.” The color in her suddenly rosy cheeks enticed him further. If it weren’t for the hum of the party vibrating the kitchen walls, Adam would have slowly taunted and teased her until she was convinced he was worth the risk. He didn’t believe a broken heart was her biggest fear. There had to be more. After his talk with Luke and Deacon, it was obvious he would have to step up or step aside. Adam leaned closer, pushing her soft cheek until her gaze saw nothing but him. His voice filled with desire as he whispered, “I can change that.”

Chapter Twelve Finals were over! Choirs of angels sang from every corner of campus. Drops of pure bliss fell on Clara like each gentle snowflake that covered her knit hat as she bounced her way back to her dorm room. Two weeks of locking herself away from the social world had paid off. She could feel it in the brisk air. Better yet, Clara had survived her first semester at Beaumont University and had surprisingly enjoyed most of it. She was busy dancing to her own little tune when Corin’s deep voice called from behind her. Clara resisted the urge to groan out loud as she turned to face him. He closed the gap between

them in a few large strides. “You’re in a good mood,” Corin said. “Finals go well?” “I think so. How about yours?” Corin shrugged. “Can’t complain.” “That’s good.” The words rushed out. The last thing she wanted was to spend too much time with him. Things were still awkward since the night he tried to kiss her. “Well, I promised Rose I would meet her for lunch, so I better get going.” “I’ll walk with you.” His long steps fell into place beside Clara. “So we’ve missed you at the apartment the last few weeks.” Clara shifted under the weight of her bag. “Yeah, I’ve been pretty busy. You

know … with finals coming up.” “I heard.” His voice was tense. “Adam mentioned it. Sounds like you had enough time to tutor him again.” The little hairs on the back of Clara’s neck stood up at the sound of Adam’s name. She didn’t want to discuss him. Not with Corin. Ever since the night Adam fought off the drunken wolves, Clara felt obligated to help him again. To her surprise, Adam was nothing but a studious pupil. Gone were the days of his heavy flirting and constant innuendoes. Clara should have been relieved, but instead, it left her feeling confused and slightly annoyed. “Corin, I don’t see why that’s any of your business.” She was in the perfect

mood. She didn’t need Corin to ruin it with his misplaced jealousy. “I just don’t get why you’d take him back after the way he lied to you.” “Take him back?” Clara stopped so fast she almost slipped on the icy ground. “We were never going out to begin with. Just because I’m helping out a friend doesn’t mean—” “The fight?” Corin interrupted. “Was just one friend protecting another,” she said with a little hostility. Even her final wasn’t this big of a pain. “If you say so. But it sent a different message to everyone else.” Corin sent Clara a heated stare. “Look, there’s a lot you don’t know about the guy. I’ve watched countless girls throw

themselves at him. They’re all the same. They think they’re something special just because Adam Beaumont looked their way. They think they’ll be the one to tame the beast,” he said mockingly. “And what do you know? They’re all crushed when he turns out to be exactly like his reputation. Don’t be that girl, Clara.” She returned his gaze with a glare. “Try giving me a little credit.” Her effort to storm away was short lived as his large hand pulled her back. “I’m just looking out for you.” “Well don’t. I never asked you to. And we both know you’re as bad as he is, so don’t pretend you’re not.” She tried to escape again, but he blocked her with one large step. He

moved so fast, she almost collided with his large chest. The familiar pulse of annoyance rippled through her. She was tired of oversized men blocking her path. “When will you see that I’m the only one looking out for you?” Corin asked. “Adam doesn’t care about you. Rose is too busy with Luke. Half of Adam’s friends are just there because they know his name will open up future doors. The other half hates him because he slept with their girlfriends. No one’s going to give two shits when he uses you.” “Oh yeah? And Luke and Deacon? They seem to care about what Adam does.” A deep, menacing laugh echoed throughout campus. “Those two

dipshits? They’re more like his little loyal subjects.” “And you?” Corin’s voice grew uncomfortably calm. “Adam can be an asshole, but like I said, he can open a lot of doors for me once I graduate this shithole. And I know you’ve dreamt of getting away from all this …” Corin took a step closer, and his hard stare softened. “I’m sorry if that sounds rude. I just never thought you would fall for someone like him. You and I are the same. We want the same things. Together we could easily make a name for—” “I think I’ll make a name for myself, thanks.” Successfully ducking around him, Clara made a break for it. There

was no way she was going to stand there and listen to Corin pretend he was doing her a favor. “Don’t come crying to me when he screws you over,” Corin yelled. “I’ll be sure to remember that at the Dean’s holiday party,” she called behind her before quickening her pace. Clara wasn’t going to let him ruin her good mood. She’d learned from their first year of school together that Corin was the type of guy to say and do whatever he thought would get him ahead in life. He was a ticking time bomb with a short fuse, and Clara wanted to be miles away when he finally went off. If it weren’t for his own family name, he would have been in juvenile

detention long before he ever graduated high school. He was nothing but a thug with a trust fund. * * * The night was almost perfect. For the second time in the past few months, Clara found herself seated at the large dining table at the Beaumonts’ grand estate. She was impressed by the home the day she came for lunch, but tonight the place was immaculate. Every inch was decorated to perfection. Large ornaments and garland lined every mantel. Candles scented with cinnamon flickered at every height. If it weren’t for the modern attire of the many guests and recognizable Christmas tunes, Clara would have sworn she leaped right into

one of her historical romance novels. The Dean’s Annual Holiday Dinner was proving to be as spectacular as the rumors. It was a night to honor the school’s best and brightest. However, most believed its sole purpose was to flaunt the gifted students under the rich noses of Beaumont University’s largest contributors. None of that fazed Clara. She was lost in another bite of the red velvet mousse cup that was served after the five-course meal. Her guilt about eating such a beautiful piece of art was stripped away with one bite of the rich dark chocolate shell. A quiet moan slipped past her lips. Clara’s eyes darted around the large table, hoping no one had heard her

unladylike response to the mouthwatering dessert. Relief washed over her. The rest of the guests were lost in their own dishes. At least everyone except a pair of steel blue eyes at the far end of the table. Damn it, Clara’s thoughts cursed as she averted her attention from Adam. He looked breathtaking in his dark suit. He’d been the proper host all night alongside his mother, greeting every guest into his home with a charming smile and firm handshake. Heat filled every inch of Clara when his eyes had raked over her in the foyer. Now, she felt like she was trapped in an inferno. The storm in his stare intensified as if he wanted to devour every inch of her.

Her stomach flipped in anticipation, which caused her blush to deepen at the thought. She was thankful when Angela Beaumont rose to invite her guests to disperse throughout the first floor of the home. Most of the men snuck off to challenge each other to a game of pool, while the wives huddled around to catch up on each other’s lives. Clara’s happy distraction was short lived as wave after wave of alumnus greeted her, asking about her future and praising her for receiving such a high scholarship. She hoped Deacon would come to her rescue, but he was deep in conversation on the other end of the room. “Yes, it’s quite an honor for a young

woman like yourself,” the man before her said. “Joseph Ashby received the Fullmont Honors Scholarship in my day. Good man. I believe he’s still the CEO at Benson General Hospital. The trouble we got into back in those days …” Clara remained mostly silent as the man relived his years at Beaumont. She laughed when appropriate and nodded when it seemed fitting. She wasn’t trying to be rude, but small talk was never a gift of hers. After chatting with so many new faces, Clara couldn’t remember any names. So she smiled sweetly and sipped at her glass of punch, trying to get her wandering mind to focus. Clara was lost in idle wonders of how many rooms made up the stunning

estate when a familiar deep voice interrupted their one-sided conversation. “Your football team wouldn’t have stood a chance against the boys we have today.” Clara’s attention snapped to her right as Adam joined them in the opening that divided the living room from the billiards room. It was clear she’d missed something important, but at the moment, she was too transfixed on how good Adam looked in a perfectly fitted suit. Too good. With the tie loosened, he was even more striking than he looked at dinner. “Don’t believe a word James says,” Adam continued. “He’s notorious for embellishing his stories.”

The room filled with the man’s husky laugh before her turned his attention back to Clara. “Adam doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He was dropped as a child. Awful head injury.” Clara’s gaze shifted between the two as they fell into an easy conversation regarding Adam’s plans for his future. They looked generations apart, and yet a familiarity hung in the air around them. Without a single pause, Adam reached for Clara’s empty glass and replaced it with a new one. “Thank you,” she quietly replied before taking a sip. The moment the liquid touched her tongue, Clara almost choked. What should have been sweet punch had been mixed with the distinct

taste of hard liquor. A sly smile wrapped around Adam’s lips, but he continued talking to James as if nothing was out of place. He replied with a subtle wink that heated every inch of her much faster than any booze. “There you are,” a woman called, interrupting the conversation and giving Clara a moment to recompose herself. The woman wrapped her beautifully manicured fingers around the arm of her husband. “Why don’t you let these kids enjoy their youth instead of listening to an old man relive his.” James looked lovingly at his wife as he shook his head. “Yes, dear.” Turning back to Adam, he reached his hand out and said, “Now you let me know when

you graduate. I might have a good investment coming your way.” “Look forward to it,” Adam replied. As the couple walked away, Clara searched for something casual to fill the sudden silence. “So how’d you know I needed a drink?” “Because I watched you sip on the other one every time someone new started talking to you. Nervous habit?” She fiddled with the long sleeve of her red dress, ignoring his question. “You were watching me?” she asked, unable to hide the pleasure that filled her words. “Just making sure you didn’t need rescuing,” he replied. His hand swept down her back, its warmth seeping

through the fabric of her dress. Her heart pounded, aware of his every movement as he guided her down the long hallway. “It’s easy to get cornered at these events. One friendly hello to the wrong person and you could spend hours talking about politics or the newest business trends. Or worse, the latest gossip about names you’ll never meet or even remember.” His playful attitude was annoyingly addictive, and Clara’s heart thudded with each step they took down the main hall. She tried to be as graceful as possible. With the way Adam’s closeness was toying with her nerves, she was positive she would trip on the material of her long gown. “So where are you taking me now?”

she asked in her own playful tone. “Upstairs,” he whispered suggestively. The simple reply was a sudden shock to her system. He must have noticed the terrified look on her face because he quickly laughed and said, “A bunch of us like to hide away for awhile before facing the party again. Not all of the scholar students enjoy being sober and yacked at all night. The other half is here because of their parents.” “Oh.” She was surprised by the trace of disappointment in her voice. She wasn’t hoping Adam would make a move on her. In fact, she was constantly reminding herself what a bad choice that would be, but something about Adam

made her want to be reckless, at least for a night. Or perhaps two … “Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll give you the grand tour. Although we don’t let guests past the first floor,” Adam said with a devilish wink. “Then why are we going upstairs?” “To hide away of course.” Clara’s eyes rolled with her laugh. “Always the rule breaker.” The sound of Adam’s low chuckle sent wonderful chills down her spine. “Oh, you have no idea. But what I meant was aside from letting some friends retreat to my room for a few drinks, we don’t let guests wander the second and third floors.”

A mischievous smile pulled at Clara’s lips. She itched to see each nook and cranny of the gorgeous estate from the first day she’d arrived for lunch months ago. That was until she had stormed away as fast as her feet could carry her. “So what’s on the second and third floors?” she asked. “Mostly just bedrooms on the second. The home was built in the 1890s, so the third floor used to be servant quarters, but now the entire interior has been redone. A few times actually.” Clara’s head spun from trying to wrap her mind around that kind of family history. “What’s up there now?”

Adam flashed a wicked smirk. “Well, there’s another office, living room, family theater, weight room, torture chamber …” Catching the humor in his eyes, Clara narrowed hers. “Very funny.” “I thought so. We actually moved it to the basement.” He lowered his head, his voice low and husky as he whispered, “Maybe I’ll show you later … find out what you’re really into.” “What makes you think I’m into anything like that?” “I’ve seen your book collection.” Clara bit on the insides of her cheeks to keep from smiling. He didn’t need any more encouragement. His ego was already big enough. If it grew any larger,

they would have to build a fourth floor just to accommodate it. When she didn’t respond, he asked, “Impressed?” “Maybe a little.” Her grin stretched, betraying her amusement. “But don’t let it go to your head. It’s not like you built the place.” Adam’s laugh bounced down the hall as he led them up the closer of the two grand staircases that encompassed the room. Clara took each step carefully. The red lace hugged every inch of her down to her hips before flaring out to the floor. Combined with heels, it was a death trap. The last thing she wanted was to trip up the stairs with Adam following behind her.

Be elegant, she reminded her feet as her hips swung with each step. She kept her shoulders back and chin high and thanked her lucky stars that she didn’t stumble. She let out a relieved breath as the last step was behind her. She expected Adam to take his place at her side again, but he didn’t. Clara twirled around to see he was standing three paces behind her, still holding the rail at the top of the staircase. “You okay?” she asked, worried. “Yup,” came his speedy reply. He looked everywhere else but at her. “Just a little winded.” Clara squinted back at him. Every flawless inch of him looked to be in

perfect condition. She knew most of his down time was spent in the gym with Corin and Marcus. He had the broad chest to prove it. The hallway was dim but from where Clara stood, he didn’t look one bit winded. He did, however, look to be in pain. Alarmed, she closed the distance between them and asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?” Adam clenched his jaw. When Clara took a step closer, he held his hand up in protest. “I’m fine.” Ignoring his motion, she argued, “You don’t look fine.” Out of instinct, she ran her hand down his arm. It was a gesture meant to comfort him, but Adam seemed annoyed

by her effort. With two long strides, he pushed them both away from the open banister and further down the dark hall. Clara stumbled, her bare shoulders meeting the rough texture of the wall. Adam held her at arm’s length and hissed, “Damn it, woman. You’re impossible.” “What’d I do?” “You’re too damn stubborn,” he said through a strained breath. Clara stared back, wide-eyed. “What’d I do?” Adam released a long breath. Slightly relaxed, he took a small step closer. Clara tried to decipher the look in his stormy blue eyes, but they were overcast with an emotion she couldn’t

place. When she didn’t pull away, Adam took another step. And another. His rough fingers gently ran down her cheek. “This,” he began as he pressed his body to hers, “is why I need a moment before I walk into that damn room.” A small gasp escaped her lips. Despite the layers between, Clara could feel the full length of his desire. Her hand shot up to her mouth to suppress her laughter. “Oh, you think this is funny?” His tone was mixed with irritation and amusement. She couldn’t help it. The idea that she had somehow aroused him excited her. She felt a sense of … power. It made her want more. More of him.

“Control yourself,” she whispered, but she wasn’t sure which one of them she was talking to. “I don’t think I can around you. I tried to be good, but never have I been more turned on than I was watching you move in this dress.” The deep rasp of his voice sent chills through Clara’s, his words setting her skin on fire. Rose had insisted the dress was perfect for the party. Clara felt elegant in its red lace, like a perfectly cut ruby, but she never thought it would have such an effect on him. She would have to thank Rose later. At the moment, she could only focus on Adam’s hand as it trailed up her waist. His movements were agonizingly

slow. She knew she shouldn’t want him, but she did. As if answering her silent plea, Adam covered her mouth with his. She responded instantly, throwing her arms around his neck. His hands moved everywhere, tangled in her loose curls, drawing lines around her exposed collarbone. It was too much, and yet, not enough. When his touch brushed across her breast, her body inched forward, pressing them closer together. She wanted to feel everything his touch promised. “Clara,” he moaned as he kissed down the line of her jaw. When his scorching lips found a very sensitive

spot on her neck, it took everything to stay quiet. “I think you should wear something like this more often.” She was robbed of all words, drunk on the sweet smell of his cologne. The thought of someone finding them like this both terrified and thrilled her, but the moment he burned a trail of kisses down her exposed collarbone, all thoughts vanished. There were too many layers. She wanted to feel his skin on hers. Needed to. When his fingers lingered on the zipper of the dress, she silently screamed, Yes! Just as she was ready to lose herself in the fantasy, the sudden jolt of a door pulled them both back down to earth.

Someone stumbled out from the upstairs party. “Damn it, Luke,” Adam cursed. Luke’s voice boomed as he staggered over to them. “Adam! My man. We thought someone down there swallowed you up. Oh …” A broad smile filled his face as he noticed Clara. She was still trying to readjust her mess of curls. “Maybe someone did.” “Go back to the room, Luke,” Adam warned. “You’re drunk.” “But your mom always lets me hang around after the dinner.” His pout deepened. “It’s my reward for helping ma in the kitchen.” “Yeah, when you’re not smashed out of your mind.”

“Ma?” Clara asked as she tried to cool her scorched cheeks. “Mrs. Thompson,” Adam replied. “You met when we had lunch.” “She loved you,” Luke slurred. He slung his arm over Adam’s shoulder and flashed another grin at Clara. “She also thinks you should give this guy a chance.” “Thanks,” Adam replied as he gave his drunken friend a pat on the back. “Now, let’s go sober up. My mother will kill you if you throw up in her crystal vase again.” The corner of Luke’s mouth lifted. “My ma would too. After making me clean it.” Adam’s laugh filled the hall as he led

Luke back to the room. He signaled for Clara to follow but not before sending her a look that promised they would continue what was interrupted. The muscles in her stomach clenched in anticipation. Adam had awoken something deep inside her. She was ready to be reckless.

Chapter Thirteen Three weeks. Three long weeks since the Dean’s Annual Holiday Party and Adam hadn’t seen Clara since. Despite his persistence, Clara rejected his suggestions that she skip spending the holidays with her family and stay at Beaumont instead. Anxiously, Adam fiddled with his pool stick and waited for Luke, who took his sweet time lining up his next shot. The longer Luke took, the further Adam’s mind drifted to Clara in that red dress. He wouldn’t mind bending her over the pool table and … “If you take any longer Adam is going to fall asleep standing there,”

Deacon said over the brim of his book. “Hey, I like taking my time,” Luke said. With one sharp hit, Luke sunk his ball and lined up for another. “And it doesn’t look like he’s about to fall asleep. It looks like he’s daydreaming.” “You might be right,” Deacon said with a smile. “Of course, I am.” A quiet damn was uttered under Luke’s breath as his last ball hooked away from the pocket. “Twenty bucks says he’s thinking about a certain brunette.” Adam snapped to attention and sent both his friends seething glares. Deacon shook his head. “I don’t take losing bets.” “I’ll take that bet,” Adam said with a

little too much hostility. Aiming for a more nonchalant tone, he circled the table to take his shot, and added, “And I’ll raise you thirty if I bank the eight ball off that cushion, side pocket.” Luke’s broad smile grew as Adam leaned over to line up the cue ball. “Let’s see what you got.” Just as Adam prepared for his shot, Luke smugly added, “Did you see the way Clara’s ass moved in that red dress she wore—” Crack. Adam’s pool stick slammed to the table as the cue ball flew into a side pocket. Scratched. Curse words echoed off the walls as Adam stormed towards his friend. Luke’s words came rushing out as he

threw his hands up in surrender. “Bro, calm down. I wanted to mess up your shot, not piss you off.” “Yeah real funny,” Adam murmured before moving toward the mini bar. He shouldn’t have reacted like that. The thought didn’t sit well with him. He needed a drink, preferably something with whiskey. “What the hell’s been up with you lately?” Luke asked as he re-racked the table. “Nothing.” “Bull. I think Clara’s getting to you.” “I don’t let women get to me.” Deacon eyed him from the edge of his book. “Not even Vivian?” “No,” Adam said, a warning in his

tone. “Not even her.” The brothers exchanged looks of doubt but knew better than to push that particular topic. “Deny all you want,” Luke began, “but you’ve been an ass the last few months. After the Christmas party, I figured you’d lighten up a bit.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” At Adam’s stubbornness, Deacon said, “Extra drinking, getting pissed every time someone mentions Clara …” “Face it, man,” Luke piped in, “You’re either in love or need to get laid.” “Probably both,” Deacon added. Laughter echoed between the

brothers. Adam glared in response and nursed his drink. He couldn’t argue Luke’s last point. He hadn’t slept with anyone in the past three months, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. Clara somehow waltzed into his life and made every other woman pale by comparison. He needed a few sleepless nights with her to get her out of his system, plain and simple. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up,” Adam grumbled. “Oh come on,” Luke said, “Drop the act. It’s us. Clara’s good for you, man. You’re used to walking into a room and having some girl throw herself at you. But Clara’s never done that. She doesn’t put up with your crap, which makes her

exactly what you need. So what are you going to do to seal the deal?” “I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” “Liar. How about her birthday coming up?” Panic rose in Adam’s throat. “Her birthday’s coming up?” “Uh, yeah. Rose’s been talking about doing something for about two weeks now. It’s in a few days. The seventh or something. I’ll double check.” Adam nodded his appreciation, but hesitated to ask, “What should I get her?” “I don’t know. What does she like?” “She likes to read. Should I get her a book?”

Luke eyed him from one raised brow. “Not unless it’s some signed, limited edition by her favorite author. Come on, bro, wake up. I’m usually the one coming to you for advice. What gives?” Adam shrugged it off. “It’s like you said. Clara isn’t like most of the girls I’ve dated. She’s not going to go for the usual. Wouldn’t matter anyways. I don’t even know who her favorite author is.” “Pick any classic,” Deacon replied. “Austen, Shakespeare, Brontë … either Brontë.” “How do you know that?” Adam asked, surprised that Deacon knew something about Clara that he didn’t. He wasn’t angry. A bit jealous perhaps, but only because it was something he

should’ve already known. Deacon shrugged. “We talked during the first game. I don’t care for romance novels, but you have to appreciate the classics.” Adam thought about Deacon’s idea. “Bro, you’re a genius.” “Thanks, but I was just telling you her favorites, not suggesting—” Adam wasn’t listening. He was busy plotting. “Adam,” Deacon called, “For the price some of those go for, you could buy her an entire library … Adam!” Deacon’s efforts were useless. Adam was already down the hall and up the stairs. Clara was going to have the perfect birthday gift.

* * * Funny how the perfect plan could end up an utter disaster. Adam should not have listened to Luke and his babble about how to woo Clara. Compliment her, but don’t let it sound cheesy. Talk about her interests, but don’t make things up just to impress her. She’ll see right through it. Take charge, but be a gentleman. He’d never needed Luke’s romantic advice before, but every moment spent with Clara had him further off his game. He was treading in unknown territory. Nervous he would resort back to his usual bullshit lines, Adam scarfed down his entire meal like a starved animal. After the painfully awkward dinner,

he hurried them back to his family home where her gift waited. It was his last hope to save the night before taking her back to her dorm. He no longer deluded his mind with thoughts of getting lucky. Hell, he’d be lucky if Clara was even still interested in him after tonight. “Thank you for dinner,” Clara said as they walked along the side path to his house. Adam ran his hands through his hair. “Yeah, you’re welcome. I’m sorry it didn’t go as smoothly as I hoped. Should have picked a different restaurant.” Once Clara had her gift, they could hop right back into his black Audi so he could take her home before heading to drown away his failures with the guys.

“No, it was good. I usually don’t eat French cuisine, so it was a nice treat.” Adam’s reply was interrupted as a snowball flew through the air, smacking him in the face. He was ready to destroy whoever dared to make his date even worse when a child squealed from behind one of the tall bushes. Instead, he shook his head, chuckling at how horribly derailed his perfect plan went. “Who’s that?” Clara asked between laughs. Dusting the snow off his neck, Adam replied, “That’s Collin. Mrs. Thompson’s grandson. Or at least, he used to be …” Adam wasted no time in racing around the bush as Collin peaked out the

other side. A scream filled with excitement ricocheted off the stone side as Adam scooped up the boy and tackled him into a snow pile. “I give up, I give up!” Collin yelled. “Are you sure?” “Yes!” Collin burst into a fit of giggles. Adam helped the boy to his feet. “All right, I’m trusting you.” “I promise,” he said with a very mischievous smile. “Who’s your friend? She’s pretty.” Adam playfully pushed him aside. “Slow down, little man. She’s taken. And too old for you.” “But Uncle Luke says—” “Don’t listen to Uncle Luke. He

doesn’t know what he’s talking about. When the time comes, I’ll teach you all you need to know,” he said as he patted Collin on the shoulder. “Collin, I’d like you to meet my friend Clara. Clara, this is Collin.” “It’s nice to meet you, Collin,” she greeted with an extended hand. Collin took her hand like a skilled pro and kissed the top of her mitten. “It’s nice to meet you mad-moiselle.” Adam shook his head as Clara laughed. Even at six, the boy knew how to ham it up. With his natural Conroy charm and lessons from Uncle Luke, the boy was going to grow up a ladies’ man. “Adam, will you help me finish building my snowman?” Collin asked as

he walked them over to three huge snowballs. “I wanted to make the biggest snowman ever, but I can’t lift them.” “I promise to help you as soon as I run inside to get something, okay?” Clara waved her hand in protest. “What’s the rush? Collin, I would love to help you.” Collin’s eyes shined as he led Clara over to the beginnings of his snowman. Adam took a moment to watch them. He thought Clara the partier was gorgeous. Clara in red was downright sinful. But watching her now, playing with a child she’d just met and laughing like they were lifelong friends, that was a sight. The urge to join them won and Adam found himself feeling like a child again.

Collin usually had that effect on him, but here with Clara, a whole other feeling took over. He couldn’t explain it. “You make a pretty good snowman, Adam Beaumont,” Clara said as she sashayed over to him. He was mesmerized by the mischief in her brown eyes. For a moment, Adam thought she was going to wrap her arms tightly around his neck. He was ready to pull her into him when a handful of icy snow slapped the back of his neck and seeped down his shirt. Clara laughed loudly as she dove away from Adam’s reach. The minx would pay for her actions, and pay dearly. Collin giggled in the background, collecting his own set of snow to throw.

“You have no clue what you just started,” Adam yelled. “Bring it on,” she challenged as she giggled with reckless abandonment. Adam lifted a ball of packed snow over his shoulder, but before he could send it flying, Collin’s own assault smacked him in the back. Turning towards the six-year-old Judas, he yelled, “You traitor!” Collin squealed with excitement as he ran to Clara’s side for protection. The two darted away, collecting more ammo with haste. White powder flew in every direction. Adam couldn’t feel his hands but that would not stop him from winning this battle. He chased after the she-devil

with new determination. Just as his numb hands reached for her coat, the slick ground took them down. Clara’s back hit with a thud, but all thoughts of worry vanished as she laughed wildly. It was the greatest sound he had ever heard. She was downright beautiful. It took all his strength not to have his way with her right there in the snow. If he were correctly reading that devious look in her gorgeous eyes, she wouldn’t have objected. “Come on,” Adam said as he reluctantly helped Clara to her feet. “How about some hot chocolate?” “I love hot chocolate!” Collin squealed. “Nonna makes the best!” That was all it took for Collin to

race to the kitchen. Adam and Clara lingered behind him. It could have been Adam’s imagination, but he swore Clara kept glancing his way. Maybe the date wasn’t completely ruined. When they stepped through the sliding door of the kitchen, Clara’s eyes lit up. A satisfied smile wrapped its way around Adam’s lips as he watched Clara look around his home. He knew the dark wooden décor and appliances were mammoth-sized compared to most kitchens, but it was needed to hold the many charity events and annual parties the Beaumonts were known for. The pantry alone was the size of an average apartment bedroom. “This is beautiful,” Clara said.

“You should see the wine cellar,” he whispered with a smug smile that acknowledged her preference for all drinks sweet. At the long counter, Collin bounced up and down as he waited for Mrs. Thompson to finish the hot chocolate. Adam allowed the little man to dominate the conversation, sharing everything from what he was learning in school to what he had received for Christmas. Clara listened intently, sharing stories of her own school days and holiday gifts. For once, Adam found himself wanting to know more. But it was getting late, and her gift was still waiting. “If you’ll excuse us,” Adam began as he moved toward the kitchen door,

“Clara’s birthday was this week and I have her gift upstairs.” “I love birthdays! Mine is August second,” Collin said, proudly. “Can I come too?” “No, dear,” Mrs. Thompson replied. “We need to get going.” Collin’s disappointed “Ahhh” was followed by promises that Clara would see him next time. Adam said his own goodbyes as he guided Clara through the door and down the hallway. Filling the sudden silence, Clara asked, “So Collin is Mrs. Thompson’s grandson?” “Yes.” Adam walked at Clara’s pace, slowing every time she took a sip from her mug.

“And that’s Luke and Deacon’s mother, right?” “Yep. She had four boys with her husband. Nicholas, David, Luke, and Deacon. I think Luke and Deacon said they were four when their dad passed. And then we were still in high school when David and his girlfriend were in a bad crash. Collin was a month old. It was a miracle he survived. But he did, and Mrs. Thompson has raised him since.” “That’s awful! About David, I mean. Mrs. Thompson must be a saint.” “She is,” Adam said, smiling as the memories filled his mind. Clara grinned into her mug. “Collin’s a sweet kid.”

“Just like David too. You would’ve liked him. He was a lot like Luke, just a few years older.” Clara smiled again as she took another sip of her hot chocolate. “Collin’s right. Mrs. Thompson makes the best.” Adam nodded and opened his bedroom door, gesturing for Clara to enter first. Again, he enjoyed the mesmerized look in her eyes as she gazed around his room. She didn’t fawn over his home like his typical type of woman did, but Adam still took pride in knowing she could be impressed. “You know, when I first came here for the Christmas party, I thought, this room looks like you,” she said with a

laugh. “What do you mean?” “I don’t know. It’s sort of a rustic meets modern feel. Even the art is manly.” She laughed again as she walked toward the two brown canvases that sat like bookends around his entertainment center. The tan shades swirled together like coffee and Irish cream. “What’s it supposed to be anyways?” It was Adam’s turn to laugh. Walking towards his bedside table, he pulled out her gift and said, “Actually, I have no idea.” Joining in on his amusement, Clara made herself comfortable on his leather sofa. Damn, that was a sight he could get used to.

“Now to the real reason you’re here,” Adam said, pushing away his lustful thoughts of all the things they could do on that leather. He needed to behave. Taking a seat, he handed her the perfectly wrapped gift. In place of a bow sat a yellow rose. “Happy Birthday, Clara.” “Thank you. You know you didn’t have to get me anything.” Carefully, she untied the ribbon and lifted the flower to her nose. A smile crossed her lips. Adam nerves buzzed as he waited for her to unwrap the colorful paper. Clara stared down at her gift in awe. “Oh my god, this … this is …” “It’s an original. Do you like it?” “Do I like it?” she repeated in a

daze. “How could I not? It’s beautiful! It’s …” Placing the book on the coffee table, Clara threw herself into his arms. “It’s perfect. Thank you. It’s way too much. I don’t even know if I can accept it—” “I’m not taking it back. It’s yours.” Her grip around him tightened as she sank further into his embrace. What he wouldn’t give to stay like this. “Thank you,” she replied before pulling away from him. His body groaned in protest. To his surprise, she didn’t venture too far. Instead, she placed a soft kiss on his cheek. The feel of her lips on him was becoming addictive. But the peck wasn’t enough. He wanted more.

Turning his head, he caught her mouth with his. A surprised sigh said she wasn’t expecting his sudden attack, but she didn’t pull away either. Instead, she relaxed in his arms. Adam pulled her closer, adjusting them to fit perfectly together. Greedily, he nipped at her bottom lip. He wanted so much more but he knew he had to take it slow. Adam cupped her face with his hand and welcomed the taste of hot chocolate as he eased them into a deeper kiss. For someone he assumed was inexperienced, Clara knew just how to take him from hot to burning with need. His hands moved at their own will, running down her back, slipping under

her shirt and around her waist. He needed to go slow, but the way she moved against him was threatening his control. His cock pushed against his jeans, responding instantly to the feel of a woman who pressed herself so perfectly against him. Adam’s mind snapped to attention. Forcing space between them, he said, “We need to stop.” She looked down at him, confusion written all over her beautiful face. “Did I do something wrong?” He wanted to laugh, her innocence only adding to how much he wanted her. “No. Not even close. But if we don’t slow down, we’ll end up doing

something you’re not ready for.” Clara chewed on her bottom lip. She was contemplating something and if she didn’t spit it out soon, he would have to go back to kissing her senseless. From here on, he would be the only one giving her lips that kind of attention. “And what if I am ready?” Adam felt his heart leap out of his chest. “Clarabelle, don’t tease me like that.” Slowly—very slowly—she ran her shaky hand down the front of his shirt. “I’m not teasing. I want this, Adam. I … I want you. And don’t you dare judge me, but I haven’t done this before.” A smile crept over his lips. “Come here,” he said as he pulled her back into

the kiss. Hearing her say it made everything real. It should have scared him away. He didn’t sleep with virgins. Being someone’s first was huge, and he was a man who lived for a good fling, no emotions attached. Tonight, he was throwing out all his rules. Clara was worth the risk. * * * Clara obeyed, following each one of Adam’s skilled moves. If his scorching kisses were any indication of what sex would be like, then she would have no regrets. Since the night of the holiday party, she had thought about nothing but this moment. She knew it was reckless. Hell, her mother always told her nothing

good ever happened in the late hours of the night, and yet there she was throwing herself at him like a cat in heat. Clara could not explain it, but Adam ignited something deep within her. Something that had her wanting to take that dangerous path into an unknown territory. It was that same feeling that coursed through her entire body that first night they met. The rationalist in the wee corners of her mind was shooting off flares in a desperate attempt to warn her heart to back out now before it was too late. She should have listened. She wanted to. But the moment his lips scorched her soft skin, all thoughts diminished. Acutely aware that they were moving

towards the bed, she asked, “We’re alone, right? No one’s going to come barging in?” Every look, touch, and kiss had led to this. The last thing she wanted was to be interrupted. She would probably die of embarrassment. “No, sweetheart.” His voice rasped with need. Its rough sound excited her further. “My mother’s out of town until Monday and the staff have tomorrow off. It’s just you and me.” Her eagerness was put on hold as his hands slid under her shirt, pulling it over her head. She felt exposed as the cool air pricked her boiling skin. Her arms flew around her chest, suppressing the urge to shiver.

“Oh, no,” Adam whispered, placing light kisses down her neck. His hands trailed around her waist and his fingers hovered over the button of her jeans. “You are too gorgeous to be covered up.” Just like that, her skin was on fire again. A sense of power surged through her as she swiped his hands away. “Uh-uh. You first.” At his surprised look, she gestured to his shirt. He nodded, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. Taking his sweet time, Adam unbuttoned his black shirt. The storm brewing in his blue eyes had Clara’s stomach in a thousand knots. With one swift motion, he let the top fall

to the ground and pulled his V-neck over his head, exposing his toned chest. The hours spent in the gym certainly paid off. Clara was ready to come apart right there. The urge to touch his was too great, but she didn’t want her innocence to show. She wanted to tease him the way he teased her. She wanted to feel like she was capable of bringing a man as gorgeous as Adam to his knees. Taking a page out of one of her novels, Clara’s brown eyes matched the intensity of Adam’s. Not breaking contact, she let her hands fall over her body and down to the button of her jeans. The air crackled between them as his

eyes flickered between her movements and her stare. His chest rose and fell with steady speed, but he didn’t move. Just watched as she slid her jeans down her thighs. The sound of her buttons hitting the wood floor sent her nerves pulsing with excitement. That was all it took for Adam to close the distance between them, lifting her to his waist and letting them fall to the center of his bed. Lost in his kiss, she reached blindly for the buckle of his belt. She wanted him. Now, before the good girl in her talked her out of it. “Shit,” Adam cursed into Clara’s neck. Propping himself up, he gazed

down at her. “I have to run out to my car.” “Why?” She didn’t want him to leave. Once he walked out of the room, anything could happen … or not happen. “Because that’s where I keep my condoms.” “Why?” she asked again. She didn’t mean for it to sound as judgmental as it came out, but it was as if he’d said he kept his milk in the cupboard. The sound of his laugh sent chills throughout her body. “I know this will surprise you but I don’t actually bring women up here. Ever. I’d either go to their place or my apartment. At least, when I had the apartment. And since I wasn’t expecting to get lucky after our

date, I didn’t see the need to grab one.” “Are you saying I’m the first one to have you in this bed?” she teased. His words about other women was white noise. Adam placed light kisses around the edge of her black bra. “Don’t let it go to your head.” It was too late. Her head was already spinning, not just from his burning lips, but from his words too. She was smart enough not to expect a relationship. He wasn’t that type of guy. She’d known it from the first time they’d met. Still, the thought that she would be the first to have him in his own bed made her stomach dance. “You don’t need a condom. That is

… if you don’t want it,” she quickly added. “I’m on the pill.” Adam eyed her carefully. “For how long?” “About a month. Shortly after the Christmas party.” The way Adam looked down at her made her feel so small. He didn’t answer, just contemplated what she said. Panic rose in her throat. What if he didn’t believe her? He had to know her well enough by now to know she would never lie about something like that. For the last few months, Adam had thrown her world off its axis. It was only a matter of time before she gave into him. She wanted this, wanted him. Even if everything came crashing down in the

end, she wanted to know what it was like to be in the arms of a man capable of setting every inch of her on fire. But she also wanted to be prepared. She was ready to be reckless, not foolish. Whatever troubles flooded Adam’s mind, they seemed to vanish as he pulled Clara back to him. The taste of his mouth sent all of her worries away. With the skill of an expert, his hand moved behind her back, finding the clasp of her bra. Clara’s chest tightened as his mouth made its way back down her neck. He was like a boy discovering a new toy. He left no part of her untouched. His hands were everywhere, teasing, pulling, cupping her breasts to fit his grasp. His

mouth worked in perfect unison, sending her heart into overdrive. Her hips rose on their own, begging for the attention he gave her chest. “Patience,” he teased, as he pressed closer to her. “We have all the time in the world.” “The hell we do.” Her breath was heavy with need. The anticipation was driving her wild, and if he didn’t get the show on the road, she was going to go insane. Adam shook his head, laughing as he kissed his way down her bare stomach. “I need you ready for me first.” “I’m ready.” Her voice was on the verge of desperation. “Relax.”

She didn’t think she could follow his quiet command, but when his lips brushed her inner thigh, she froze. More panic began to set in. What if she wasn’t good enough? She knew nothing except what she’d read between the pages of her favorites romances. She was beginning to think what a horrible idea this all was when she felt his mouth run along the lining of her panties. His fingers ran over the center of them, sending shockwaves of pleasure like she had never thought possible. If he continued to tease her this way she would burst into flames. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips, but she wasn’t ashamed. She wanted more, needed more. Answering

her cry, Adam tugged her panties away with skilled speed and buried himself between her legs. His mouth was hot on her soft skin, a feeling better than any steamy scene she’d ever read. This man was real. And he wanted her. Wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Her heart was racing so fast she thought it would give out. It was all too much. She could feel the intensity building with each skillful flick of his tongue. First, he moved slow, savoring each movement. The heat that filled her body was hot enough to challenge the sun. Then he did the unexpected. His pace quickened as his fingers dug into her soft thighs. Her hips arched forward as she grabbed handfuls of the sheets

below her. Every inch of her skin tingled. Without warning, stars around her exploded. Her hips bucked as an uncontrollable scream ripped though her. Pleasure rushed over her in giant waves, and her body shuddered in the aftershocks. She could feel a soft grin spread across her still tingling cheeks. She didn’t realize her eyes were closed until she opened them and found Adam smiling wildly at her. He adjusted himself above her, brushing her hair out of her face as he whispered, “Now, you’re ready.” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. All she could do was enjoy the elated feeling of coming unraveled. Adam waited patiently. At Clara’s single nod,

Adam gently eased inside her. Pain ripped through her, and she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. Adam tried to soothe it all away with his kiss. Everything hurt. She knew it would, and yet she wasn’t prepared. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to ignore it, focusing on him instead. Her thoughts replayed the pleasure he gave her. “Are you okay?” he asked. She nodded and pulled his mouth back to hers. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to make him feel the way she did moments earlier. But he moved too slow, waiting for her body to adjust to him. Growing impatient, she raised her hips to meet his.

Adam’s hands dug into the mattress, and a deep moan tore through his chest. “Clara, don’t—” She froze, alarmed by the sting in his voice. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She could feel every wondrous part of him as he laughed into her hair. “No, sweetheart. Not even close. But this night isn’t for me. It’s for—” Clara cut him off as she raised her hips again and moved with new determination. The pleasure in his moans excited her and she wanted to know what it was like to make a man come undone. Gazing up at him, she watched in awe as he struggled for control. He was a magnificent sight of controlled strength. She wanted to know what those

muscles could do when they weren’t trying to be gentle. She lifted her hips again and enjoyed the moan that ripped through his chest like a growl. Every muscle in Adam’s body tightened. Clara wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him as his body came crashing down on hers, leaving no space between them. Her mind soared as she listened to him cry out her name. “Clarabelle.” Never had it sounded so beautiful.

Chapter Fourteen Adam slipped out from under the covers as Clara shifted in her sleep. Pulling on a pair of gym shorts, he took a moment to admire her. The sun was just starting to rise, casting the perfect glow on her bare back. He was beginning to fall for her. He could feel it. This was why he didn’t sleep with virgins or women who expected commitment. Too many messy emotions. This time, he hadn’t expected them to be his own. Lifting Clara’s discarded clothes off the floor and grabbing his phone from the bedside table, Adam tiptoed out of the room. Her jeans were stiff from where the snow had melted then dried.

Hopefully, he could wash them before she woke. Down in the kitchen, Adam waited for the coffee to finish brewing. He didn’t know what the day would bring. Would Clara regret what they did? He hoped not. He was certainly looking forward to next time. But as his thoughts replayed the night, he wanted to shoot himself in the foot. He hadn’t worn a condom, something he always made sure to do. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. There was something natural about being with her, no barriers between them. It was like she was meant to be his. And she was, his possessive thoughts growled. He had something no man ever did. It was a good feeling.

He’d be damned to let that go. He was deep in thought when a consistent buzz from his pocket pulled Adam back. Luke’s name flashed across the screen of his phone. “Yeah,” Adam greeted as he sipped his coffee. “I have a huge favor to ask.” “At seven in the morning?” Luke scoffed from the other end. “We both know you wake up before the sun. Unless you’ve been drinking. Were you drinking last night?” “No,” Adam replied. Not unless Clara counted. She certainly had the same intoxicating effect. “Well, then I don’t see the problem.” Wanting to get back to the gorgeous

woman in his bed, Adam cut to the chase. “What’s the favor?” “So I told Ma I’d watch Collin today, but Rose said she wants to meet for lunch.” “Okay.” He tried following Luke’s dilemma. “Just take the little man with you.” “Well, that’s the problem. One, I’m not ready for Collin to meet her. And two, I’m hoping to get a little action after. Come on, help me out. Watch Collin for a couple of hours?” Adam laughed into the phone. He couldn’t leave his brother hanging, could he? “Okay. What time you going to lunch?” “Thanks, man. I’m meeting her at

eleven, so I’ll bring Collin over around ten thirty.” There was a slight pause. “I have one more favor to ask. I want you to invite Clara over too. I figured it would be cool since Collin won’t shut up about meeting her yesterday. Seriously, bro, I think he has his first crush.” “I told him to back off,” Adam replied. Humor filled his tone. Glancing up toward the ceiling, Adam’s thoughts lingered on their night. He wasn’t ready to share that with anyone just yet, even Luke. “Yeah, man. I’ll give her a call.” “Thanks. Deacon’s getting tired of me asking him to leave every time Rose comes over.” “No problem,” he said with a laugh.

“See you in a few.” Ending the call, Adam poured a second cup of coffee and made his way back upstairs. Clara was sleeping soundly, just like he left her. She only stirred when Adam slipped between the sheets and wrapped his arms around her. “Good morning,” he said as she twisted to face him. Even with sleep in her eyes and her hair spread every which way around the pillowcase, she looked downright beautiful. “Morning,” she muttered through a yawn. Adam pulled her closer into his arms. Her skin was warm from hiding under the blanket. “I brought you something.”

She shot up, adjusting the blankets to keep her bare skin covered. He couldn’t help but chuckle at her modesty. Last night she hadn’t been the least bit shy. He thoroughly enjoyed the contrast. Her brown eyes beamed with excitement as he placed the coffee mug in her eager hands. “Thank you.” Adam smiled as she sipped greedily. “When you’re done, you can shower if you’d like. Or take a bath. Your choice. My bathroom has both.” “And will you be joining me?” she asked over her cup. Adam’s body snapped to attention. Just like that, the little vixen was back. In Adam’s experience, there were two types of women. The lady to bring home

to Mom and the temptress to take to bed. Clara was the very definition of a lady. It was in the way she held herself. The way she spoke. But last night there were flashes of a temptress waiting to be unleashed. He could see it in her eyes now. There was nothing ladylike in the way she gazed up at him. “As much as I would love to, I would be too tempted and you need time before we do that again,” he replied. After placing a light kiss on her forehead, Adam tilted her chin so she could see the full desire in his eyes. “And trust me, sweetheart, there will be a next time.” Her dark eyes danced with excitement. She was a puzzle he couldn’t

put together. It left him both frustrated and intrigued. And if she kept looking at him with those tempting eyes, next time was going to come a hell of a lot sooner than he intended. Needing his attention focused on a safer topic, he said, “We’re also going to have company today. Luke wants me to keep an eye on Collin while he goes out with Rose. Mind helping me out?” “Sure. I liked Collin. And you probably shouldn’t be left alone with children,” she teased. “What time are they going out tonight?” “Actually, they’re going out for lunch. Collin’s coming over at ten thirty.” “What?” she shouted as she leaped

out of the bed, no longer concerned about modesty. “I have to get dressed. I have to go back to my dorm and get new clothes. Where are my clothes?” Adam smiled as he watched her search the room with a frantic look in her beautiful eyes. “Calm down. I threw them in the wash. They’ll be dry soon and I’ll bring them up to you. And you’re in luck. I’m even going to make you breakfast.” “Adam Beaumont knows how to cook?” If he weren’t so busy staring at her flawless ass, he would have thought up a better response. Instead, he said, “Mrs. Thompson taught me a thing or two. I can whip up a mean scrambled egg.”

“Sounds promising. But I still have to run back to the dorm. I can’t have Collin see me in the same shirt I wore yesterday.” “He’s six,” Adam argued, “And a boy. I doubt he even noticed, let alone remembers.” “It’s the principle of it!” Adam sent her the best puppy dog look he could muster. “But breakfast ...” “You’re such a child,” she scolded, but the smile on her face said she was enjoying his little performance. “Stay right there.” Hopping off the bed, Adam disappeared into his closet. The entire walk-in was bursting with clothes. He should have gone through it ages ago and discarded the items he no

longer fit into, but he always found something better to do. This time, his procrastination might actually pay off. Deep in the corner of his forgotten youth, hung a simple, red V-neck. The shirt would still be a little baggy on Clara, but he had been a smaller guy in his early high school years. At least, she wouldn’t look like she was swimming in it. Satisfied with his find, Adam returned to the bedroom. “Here you go. You can borrow it.” Clara eyed it as if the shirt was going to jump out of his hands and bite her. Finally, she reached out and said, “Thank you.” Adam answered with a nod before leading her to his bathroom. “Help

yourself with whatever. I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen.” Clara gripped the shirt against her bare chest as Adam pulled her into a kiss. It was light and sweet, and yet it still robbed her of all breath. That boy’s going to be the end of me, she thought as she watched him walk out the door. Alone in the bathroom, Clara gazed at the room. No wonder Adam never entertained women here. Between his perfected bedroom skills and the grandeur of his home, who would want to leave? The jetted bathtub looked promising, but with Collin coming over, Clara didn’t want to chance it. That didn’t stop

her from daydreaming about trying it out with Adam. Her fantasy took a new turn as she stepped into the shower. There was plenty of room for two, and the six showerheads would provide enough warm water to share. Of course, she would not expect a relationship. No, it was better not to. Safer even. But she was no longer going to deny the intense attraction that ignited every time they were near each other. She enjoyed the feeling far too much. Despite the initial pain and undeniable soreness of the morning after, Clara thought about his promise of next time. A shameless smile formed on her lips. The way he made every inch of her skin prickle was

addictive. Would she know when to quit? Cutting her thoughts and the shower short, Clara stepped back out into Adam’s room. As promised, her freshly washed clothes sat on the bed. She stuffed yesterday’s shirt into her purse and rummaged through the contents in search of the two items Rose made Clara take with her. Aunt Ava always says you never leave home without mascara and lipstick. Rose’s words echoed in her mind. In this case, take the tinted lip gloss. She wondered if Rose suspected what would happen after the date. She would have to grill Rose later … if she

had the courage to talk about it. As she debated how much she would share with her friend, or anyone for that matter, Clara slipped into Adam’s red shirt and let the fabric fall to the middle of her thighs. Pulling the extra material into a knot, Clara eyed her reflection. Collin would be there in a few hours and even though she was excited to see the little guy again, she dreaded seeing Luke. As Adam’s best friend, there was no way he wouldn’t pick up on the change between her and Adam. Pushing open the bedroom door, Clara left her worries in the room. Right now, a very gorgeous Adam was downstairs, waiting to make her breakfast. I could get used to that, the

romantic in her mused. She would deal with the rest later.

Chapter Fifteen Adam stood at the head of the pong table, sinking each shot. He was on his game tonight, which pissed Corin off to no end. When Corin arrived at Beaumont two and a half years ago, he had expected to rise to the top of the social ladder. And why not? Everyone in his hometown loved him. The Sander family had a legacy all their own, so when he met Adam in the dorms, taking shots and seducing upperclassmen, it only made sense that they would become close friends. Corin’s family couldn’t be happier with the connections he was making, but he didn’t expect the rise to the top meant hitching a ride in Adam’s

shadow. What pissed him off the most was the way Clara seemed to want to worship the ground Adam walked on. Corin spent two years trying to flirt his way into her life and she rejected every one of his advances. Any girl would be damn lucky to have him, so what did Adam have that Corin didn’t? He refused to believe Clara was that much of a gold digger. No, his Clara was sweet and caring and just the girl his mother was constantly telling him to bring home. “I’m going to knock that goofy ass smile off your face,” Luke called to Adam from the other end of the pong table. “I can’t help it,” Adam replied as he

sunk another shot. “I’m on fire tonight. Must be this amazing mood I’m in.” “Yeah, yeah,” Luke mumbled. “You’re getting laid.” “Oh no,” Adam said with a smug smile. “It is far more than that. I’m a changed man, my friends.” Coughs concealing the word “bullshit” echoed throughout the room. Corin sat on the sofa, ready to crush the glass cup in his hand. Instead, he drained the contents and moved toward the kitchen for another. He didn’t want to entertain the possibility Clara was sleeping with Adam. Not his Clara. It wasn’t possible. They grew up together, more or less. Sure, they didn’t play together as children, but their mothers

served on the same committees, ran in the same circles. All he heard his whole life was what beautiful girls the Wright daughters were. How smart Clarabelle was. Those are the girls you settle down with, his mother’s words gushed through his head. “I’m telling ya,” Adam continued, “Clara’s changed me. And the sex—” The sound of Corin’s glass cracking against the counter put their little party on pause. “What the hell, Corin?” Luke asked. But Corin was too focused elsewhere to reply. “You can drop the act, Adam. We all know Clara’s too good to touch someone like you. You might be getting laid, but I’d bet money

it’s not by her.” “Oh yeah?” Adam’s eyes narrowed as his smug grin stretched across his face. “How much are you willing to lose in that bet?” “You’ll ruin her,” he replied, closing the distance between them. His breathing quickened with each step. Don’t hit him. Don’t hit him, Corin chanted in his mind. The urge to take a swing at Adam’s arrogant mug was tempting, but Corin kept his rage in check. With quiet disdain, he said, “I give it a month before you get bored and leave her in tears. It’s what you do. We all know it. So excuse me if I don’t stick around to watch you break another heart. Marcus and I have somewhere else to be.”

“We do?” Marcus piped up. The seething glare Corin sent him almost made Marcus choke on his drink. “I mean … we do. Course we do. Later, ladies.” “Lock up before you leave,” Corin added as he stormed out of the apartment. The sun was just beginning to set. Soon, the sky would be just as dark as Corin’s mood. He would wander in the dark all night if it meant he didn’t have to spend another second in the apartment. Adam was becoming unbearable. At least, when Adam was nailing random chicks, he was honest about it. “Sooo …” Marcus began, “Where

are we going?” Corin kept his eyes forward, focusing on nothing in particular. “I just needed to get out of there.” Marcus groaned. “Don’t tell me this is about Clara. Man, let it go. I don’t get why everyone’s so impressed with h—” Marcus’s words were disrupted with the sounds of a painful gag as Corin seized him by his shirt. “You wanna finish that sentence?” “With Adam,” Marcus unconvincingly replied. “The guy’s a tool.” Shoving Marcus away, Corin continued down the pathway to nowhere. The vein on his neck was pulsing. He was tired of being in Adam’s shadow. It

was time he did something about it. But what? “You know,” Marcus began, “You can have anyone. Why her?” “It’s more than that. Adam thinks he can do whatever he pleases just because he’s a Beaumont. I’m sick of it.” Corin needed something that would put an end to Adam’s reign. Half the student body already hated him. At least the half he’d wooed and then screwed. The other half liked him out of fear and envy. “Plan on taking him down?” Marcus joked. Yes. That was exactly what he needed to do. Corin sent his friend a smirk so devious his father would be proud. I didn’t get us to where we are

by being nice, his father’s words echoed in his mind. You want to get ahead, sometimes you have to play dirty. “His mom has him on a short leash this year.” Marcus scoffed. “Not that it’s slowed him down much. What are you going to do? Run to his mom?” Corin glared in response. “No. Do I look like a snitch? Grow up. Besides, there are better ways to let his mother in on his recent activity. Right now, I just need Clara to see who Adam Beaumont really is. He won’t be able to keep this ‘I’ve changed’ act up forever.” “What if he has? I’ve never seen him work so hard for one woman. It’s weird.” If Marcus hadn’t been his best friend

since childhood, Corin would’ve pounded him into the ground for that suggestion. But his friend had a point. In the three years they’d known Adam, the guy was a hit ’em and quit ‘em type. But with Clara, Adam had gone beyond his usual game. “Well, that’ll make showing his true colors even more satisfying.” Marcus followed diligently as Corin laid out his plan to bring Adam down. Cutting away from the main campus, they moved towards the dorms. The student sitting at the front desk didn’t even look up from her phone as they entered the building. Corin took the stairs two at a time. If he were going to ruin Adam, he would need the help of someone who’d been scorned.

“Are you sure about this?” Marcus asked. Corin replied with a heavy knock on the dorm door. It creaked open, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Straightening his posture, he flashed his most brilliant smile. “Just the beauty I wanted to see,” Corin said. Flattery. It was the key to any woman’s heart or, at least, a good step to gain her trust. Olivia leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. “What do you guys want? I have a party to get to and I don’t want to be late.” Corin assessed every inch of her. The girl wasn’t lying. She was dressed to the nines in club attire, leaving little

room for imagination. She was every bit of Adam’s type, which made his latest rejection of her mind-boggling. Clearly, Adam just needed a little reminder. “I have a proposition for you,” Corin replied as he threw her another charming smile. “I promise it will be worth your time.” Olivia’s blue eyes flickered between the two men, weighing their intentions. Curiosity won as Olivia widened the door and sauntered back into the room. Corin followed, smiling like a maniac. Never underestimate the power of a vengeful woman, especially one who was publicly rejected. Adam was going to get what was coming to him.

Chapter Sixteen For the umpteenth time, Adam glanced up from his work. He couldn’t help it. Watching Clara from the other side of the table was too tempting, especially after being told not to. The new semester brought a new ritual and their sessions were moved to Adam’s home. They worked in what use to be his father’s office and private library that shared a wall with the billiards room, but once Clara saw the mountains of books on every wall, she fell in love. Not that Adam minded. He was one floor closer to having his way with her afterward. If they even made it up to his room. Perhaps it was a good thing she

refused to take any payments or say she was his tutor. It made things a little less complicated. She was just one friend helping another out. “Stop staring,” she snapped, her eyes never leaving the book in her hands. “But I like what I see,” Adam said. He was trapped in a Catch-22. She was only there to keep him from getting distracted from his work, but how could he even begin to concentrate when all he thought about was taking her right there on the oak table. Leaning forward, he reached to pull her book away. “How about a little break?” “No.” Her words were sharp as she slapped at his hands. “You know you don’t get that until our work is done.”

Adam laughed. “I wasn’t talking about that,” he mocked. “Just a break. Come on, if I stare at this computer any longer, I’ll go cross-eyed.” “Liar. You’ve been staring at me this whole time.” The disapproval in her voice was betrayed by the smile on her face. “You know, you’ll never become a … whatever it is you plan on doing with your business degree if you’re always looking for distractions. How about thirty more minutes?” She was always pushing him to work for just a few more minutes. Maybe that’s why he liked her so much. Every other woman he was ever with would break to his will with one crack of that Beaumont smile. Not Clara. She

challenged him. Anyone else could say those words and he would brush it off. When Clara said it, he actually wanted to give in. That, and he loved their teasing banter. She was clever in ways he never imagined. But today his mind was everywhere else but homework. Ignoring her suggestion about working longer, he said, “I’ll take over the family name.” “Huh?” The look on her face screamed confusion. They were clearly on different pages. “That’s what I’m going to do with my business degree,” he said. Clara set her book to the side. A small, victorious smile crossed Adam’s lips. “Our family owns a lot more than the college. We

have partnerships with other companies, most of which are in Benson. We also have investments and own a good number of stocks. And one day it will be up to me to keep it all going.” “Wow. Does that mean you’ll be the dean one day?” It sounded like a tease, but there was a spark of interest in her brown eyes. “No. Not if I don’t want to. Some Beaumonts took a more passive role on the Board of Education. I probably will too.” Clara leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. “How come?” Adam resisted the urge to pull her across the table and into his lap. Instead, he replied, “Not my thing. My great

grandfather founded the college because he loved education. When my grandmother took over, she hired someone to be the dean.” “And then she fell in love with him,” Clara finished. It was Adam’s turn to be interested. His eyes narrowed as he teased, “Looking up my family history?” “No!” Her cheeks flushed. “Well … kind of. But that was before I met you. Of course, I’m going to check out the history of the college I’m attending.” Her voice was defensive which only made Adam laugh harder. “What else do you know?” “Just that after your father graduated, he taught here before taking over as dean

when your grandpa passed,” she replied, her cheeks suddenly turning a darker shade. Adam nodded, amused. “My mother taught here too.” Suddenly, the distant memories came soaring back, stories about his parents he hadn’t thought about in years. A brief frown wrinkled his features before he broke out in laugher. Clara jumped at the abrupt sound. “What’s so funny?” “She was his T.A. during his first year teaching. That’s when they fell in love.” He made a mental note to give his mother hell about it later. “They didn’t get married until after she graduated. Had me about ten months later.” “Jeez, is this school some kind of

matchmaking service for your family?” Adam was caught off guard, almost falling out of his chair with laughter. He’d never saw it like that, but she had a point. The last few generations of Beaumonts found their other half here. It was probably because they spent so much time on campus. He thought about his family. Each marrying someone they hired. What was with his family going after what they shouldn’t have? Smiling, he said, “Well, sweetheart, if I were you, I’d be careful. You might end up with a Beaumont.” Her face flushed scarlet. “We are not together.” Despite the rumors flooding the campus, Clara refused to acknowledge

they were the University’s hottest couple. At least he didn’t have to lie to his mother. Sure there were some technicalities there, but if Clara was denying all titles than who could argue differently? His mother taught him long ago that wherever a Beaumont went, gossip would follow. So who would Angela Beaumont believe? The rumors she taught her son to ignore? Or Clara, the girl with an honorable reputation and full scholarship for being an exceptional student? Rumors didn’t stand a chance. It should have been music to his ears, but for some reason, it wasn’t. For someone who was adamant in letting him know she wasn’t like the others he’d

been with, she didn’t push a relationship like Adam had expected. He’d never wanted a relationship before. Clara knew that. Hell, everyone who attended the university knew that. So why did it bother him so much when Clara said the exact words he loved hearing every female say? He tried to hide the irritation in his tone as he said, “I know. But you could always fall for one of my cousins.” Clara looked surprised. “You have cousins here?” “Yeah, two. One is getting his masters and the other will be here next year. Want me to set you up?” “No. I don’t need you to play wingman.” Clara’s eyes rolled to the

back of her head. “So how come I’ve never met them?” A smug smile filled his face as he replied, “Because we’re not together.” He meant it as a snide remark, but something flashed in Clara’s gorgeous brown eyes that sent all of Adam’s blood flowing south. Maybe it was the way he’d echoed her previous words. Maybe it was the challenge he presented. Whatever the reason, Adam couldn’t tear his eyes away from the hunger in her stare. She wasn’t just the woman to take home to mom. She was a temptress and a lady. A woman who was sweet one moment and untamed the next. Maybe that’s why Adam was

becoming so addicted to this vixen. His mind replayed the memory from last night when she masterfully turned an innocent joke about good hygiene into a steamy bubble bath built for two. He was hard just thinking about the feel of her soft skin lathered in soap. Teasing her with more than the top of the line jets. Always so responsive to his touch. Damn her. “So,” Adam began, deepening his voice to call the little temptress forward. “How about that break?”

Chapter Seventeen The memory of Adam teasing her in the beautiful library of his home was stuck on repeat. Clara didn’t know how long she sat staring at the same page of her favorite book. Luckily, Rose was too distracted with an assignment to notice. Let go, Adam’s whispered words still echoed in her ear. Like a moth to a flame, she had obeyed, letting Adam pull her to him right there on his chair. She wasn’t sure if she would ever tire of feeling his skin against hers. She loved his touch, teasing her, taunting her, lifting her to the table. She felt like a wild woman with nothing but the sea of books to hear her lose herself to him. Clara’s

mind was ready to drift further into her little fantasy when obnoxious pounding sounded from the door. “Hold your horses!” Rose yelled as she pushed away from her desk and bounced to the door. “I swear, if you break our door down I’ll—” Her threat was interrupted as Luke swept her up into a long kiss. “Or you’ll what?” Luke countered, pulling away. Clara could feel her heart beginning to race as she watched Adam slip past the couple who bickered over Rose’s toughness. “What are you doing here?” Clara asked, praying he couldn’t read where her naughty thoughts had been. Eyeing

him carefully, she knew the boys were up to something. Maybe it was the mischievous look on their faces or the little pink striped bag in Adam’s grasp. Either way, they weren’t to be trusted. Adam fell to her side. His arm rested on the back of the futon, trapping her between his hip and the pink material. “We’ve decided to kidnap you.” “You know, you’re not supposed to tip off your victims. Gives them a chance to run.” “Oh, I’m not worried.” The heat in his bluish eyes made every inch of her skin tingle. Adam wasted no time in pulling her lips to his. Her fingers trailed along the edge of his jaw. He’d shaved today, but

Clara could feel the subtle prickle of hairs growing in. She loved the scratch of his stubble that lingered long after the kiss ended. Tonight was no different. The kiss lasted no more than a few seconds, and yet it held the power to send all her nerves humming. Damn. The man had a dangerous way of making Clara feel alive. “Alright, love birds,” Luke interrupted. “Are we going out or what?” Rose sounded panicked as she asked, “Out? But I have to finish my assignment.” As the grand debate began over whether or not Rose needed a break, Clara’s thoughts shifted to Luke’s words.

Love birds? No. No, no, no. She would never call what they had love. One day she would find that guy she was meant to love, but Adam wasn’t it. Everyone knew that. He was bound for either many wives or many affairs. Probably both. But Clara wouldn’t allow herself to fall for him that way. She wouldn’t even allow Adam to say they were together. She knew it was foolish, but if she took the title away than she could at least remind her heart that there was nothing to cry over when everything came crashing down. Clara needed some fun in her life and that’s all Adam was, lots and lots of fun.

“Fine.” Rose relented. “We’ll go to the party. But I don’t have anything green to wear for St. Patty’s.” “I do!” Clara jumped from the futon and rushed to her side of the closet. It was a rare moment that Rose didn’t have the perfect outfit and Clara did. She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. Reaching for the green dress, she said, “It’s actually Harper’s. She forgot it when she came to visit, but I know she wouldn’t mind.” Rose held the dress up for inspection. “It’s perfect. But are you sure you don’t want to wear it?” “Positive.” Clara smiled. After the last fight Adam got into, she had no plans to wear anything that showed off

her legs. “Great,” Luke said. “We’ll be down at my dorm. You have thirty minutes or we’re dragging you out as is.” Rose playfully swiped at him, but he pulled her into a goodbye kiss with ease. Adam chose that moment to slip the little pink bag into Clara’s hands. “I got you something,” he whispered. “Maybe I’ll even get to see it tonight.” With a quick wink, he was out the door with Luke trailing behind. Clara didn’t dare to look in the bag with Rose there. Knowing Adam, it was bound to be something she wouldn’t want to broadcast, even to her friend. “Looks like we’re going out,” Rose said with a smile.

Without discussion, they blasted their radio and searched their closets for the right accessories. Clara escaped to the bathroom to open her gift. Her face flushed scarlet as she held up the lingerie. Red lace. Should have known, she laughed to herself. Feeling bold, she accepted Adam’s challenge and slipped into his little gift. But she wasn’t going to make it easy for him. If he wanted her, he would have to go through more than her dark jeans and modest green top. * * * Clara and Rose danced their way through the sea of green bodies that filled the party home. Reaching the guys, Clara beamed as she accepted another

drink from Adam. She was pacing herself. Tonight was about having fun. “I don’t like you cooped up,” Adam had teased when they left the dorms hours ago. He was right. The last few weeks she and Rose had locked themselves away. Midterms were around the corner and two of her professors were giving exams right before spring break. Clara didn’t want to admit it, but she was nervous. The year was flying by too fast. She still wasn’t sure which direction her life was headed. With her smarts, the possibilities were virtually endless, but she had yet to find her niche in life. At least not one that would help her father pull out of the financial slump

they faced. But with Adam she felt free from all of that. “What?” he asked when he realized Clara was still smiling up at him. She shook her head, still beaming. “Just admiring you.” “Oh yeah?” Placing his hand on Clara’s hip, he backed them into the crowd of dancing drunks. It felt so natural. And watching him attempt to sing the words like a pop queen sent her into a fit of giggles. The attraction between them was unlike any other. He made her feel strong. Carefree. Wild, even. Under his gaze, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world, and that was more addictive than any buzz.

Pushing him away, Clara danced out of his embrace, enjoying the faux pout on his face. Raising her eyebrow, she shook her empty cup at him. Another contagious smile flashed on her face as Adam mouthed the words, “Hurry back” and continued to shake his ass like a pop star. Rose and Luke broke their own embrace to join Adam’s private dance party. Clara laughed her way to the keg. Distracted by her good mood, Clara didn’t realize Luke had joined her, two cups in hand. “Is he always that silly in public?” Clara asked, glancing over at Adam who spun Rose in a circle. Luke chuckled, shrugging his

shoulders. “Sometimes. Depends on who he’s with.” The knowing look in Luke’s brown eyes had Clara holding her breath. “Don’t read too much into it,” she warned. “We’re not dating.” “Uh-huh.” Luke’s eyebrow rose in challenge. Reaching to fill Clara’s cup, he replied, “Well, you two not dating is the happiest I’ve seen him in a long time.” Clara almost snorted. A spoiled heir with virtually no rules to live by and this was the happiest he’d been? “I doubt it.” Luke glanced around the room before leaning in to hand her back her cup. “There’s a lot you still don’t know about him. Things he doesn’t like to talk

about.” Well, that sparked her interest. Staying on his heels, she asked, “Like what?” The speed at which he stopped and turned almost had Clara crashing into his chest. “Look, I shouldn’t have said anything, but you needed to know that this isn’t just some fling. Even if he says differently.” “Yeah right,” she scoffed. “Everyone knows—” “They don’t know shit. They don’t know who he was before all this,” he replied. His voice trailed off as he turned to rejoin their group. She swore she heard him mutter, “Before Vivian,” but with the pounding bass, it was hard

to be sure. The moment Clara was within reach, Adam pulled her back into a dance. Luke’s words spun around her head. She didn’t want them there. She just wanted to have fun, but the curiosity was killing her. She wanted to know this man Luke spoke of with such certainty. “Ready to get out of here?” Adam whispered in her ear, sending wonderful chills down her spine. They were just the words she wanted to hear. All it took was one nod and he whisked them both out of the party. She tried to keep the upper hand, but his constant teasing on the mile walk back to his home was making it extremely difficult.

Everyone had a past. She knew that. What she didn’t realize was just how much she wanted to know about Adam’s. That was until Luke brought it up. But how was she supposed to get him to open up without ruining the moment? She knew he was more apt to talk after a few drinks, but she didn’t want to say the wrong thing and make him shut down on her. There was so much she did not know about him. It was her own fault. When they were alone, their mouths were doing anything but talking. Now she wanted both. Especially when he was kissing her before they even made it in the door. The house was empty, but that didn’t mean she wanted to do things right

there in the foyer. Breaking out of the kiss, Clara spotted the open door to the billiard room. An idea sparked in the back of her mind. It was worth a shot. If she wanted him to talk, she would have to keep him happy, and right now, every gorgeous inch of him was ready to burst with happiness. Calling her seductress forward, she slipped out of his arms. “How about a game?” she said as she sashayed towards the room. She tried her best to appear sexy. Seductive. She sent out a silent prayer, hoping she didn’t look foolish in her attempt. Keeping her head high, she glided forward and listened for his heavy

footsteps to follow.

Chapter Eighteen There was a moment of mixed curiosity and desire that washed over Adam as he watched Clara walk towards the room. Something ignited the temptress in her and Adam was definitely interested in finding out what was going on in that beautiful head of hers. Closing the door behind him, Adam turned just as Clara sauntered back with two pool sticks. Enjoying the switch in power, he asked, “What are the stakes?” “I want to get to know you better.” With a casual shrug, she asked, “How about we play for questions? Sink a shot, ask a question.”

He eyed her carefully, not trusting her intentions. She wants to talk? Why? He thought his intentions were pretty clear in the foyer. He was ready to object when her free hand slid down his chest and over the front of his jeans. With the skill of a veteran charmer, Clara shamelessly added, “Oh, and there are no rules about distractions.” Never had he been so interested in a game of pool. Even when he had big money riding on the table. Racking the balls, he lifted the triangle and asked, “Ladies first?” “Oh no. I don’t break.” “Fair enough.” With one sharp hit, he sent balls flying to every corner. A yellow stripe fell into the pocket with

ease. “So, what made you want to play for questions?” Clara shook her head and laughed as he lined up for another shot. “Out of all the things, that’s what you ask? Figures.” Adam thought she was avoiding the question, but his attention was averted as she leaned over the opposite end of the table. “I guess there were just a few things I’m still curious about,” she replied. The loose material of her shirt exposed part of her lacy bra. A soft snicker escaped her lips as he missed his shot. “My turn.” Adam examined the table, cursing under his breath. If she knew anything about the game, she would realize he’d just set up her next three shots. His silent

prayer was interrupted with the crack of the cue ball soaring across the green felt. With the first shot sunk, Clara glided around the table as she asked, “So, if you didn’t have to take over all the family stuff, is there something else you’d want to do?” “Not really,” he answered, fixing up a couple of drinks at the mini bar. One cocktail and one whiskey to get through whatever questions she had up her sleeve. “I took comfort knowing it was all preplanned for me. My father would always say that Beaumonts don’t leave legacies for their children, they leave legacies in them.” “I like that,” she said as she took the cocktail from his hand. “So what’ll your

legacy be?” Adam shook his head with a smile. There was no way he was going to let her get away with extra questions. “One per shot. Your rules.” A grin washed over her face as she relented. Adam watched greedily as her hips swayed and she lined up for another shot. Crack. The solid soared into the corner pocket. “Tell me the craziest thing you did with Luke and Deacon as kids.” “Is that a question?” It wasn’t that Adam refused to answer, but the adorable scowl on her face was just too enjoyable. She knew he was stalling. Giving in, he told her about the time his parents were out of town for business and the boys terrorized a babysitter into

believing the estate was haunted. Even as a child, Deacon had the skills of a mad genius. “You guys are evil,” Clara said but her laugh filled the room. “I hope you got in trouble for that.” “You have no idea. The girl called Mrs. Thompson crying that she couldn’t stay there another minute. She actually believed the place was haunted.” “That poor girl.” Clara shook her head. “What did Mrs. Thompson do?” “Oh, she didn’t buy it for a second. She dragged us out of bed, whooped her sons, and made the three of us put the guest room back in order while she lectured us on how to behave. The next morning we all had to write apology

letters to the babysitter. But she still quit.” “I don’t blame her,” Clara said as she lined up for another shot. She was still shaking her head. “I bet you went through a new sitter every week.” “Practically.” He chuckled at the thought. Clara’s infectious laugh was becoming addictive, and if she kept smiling at him with desire in her eyes, he was going to throw the game. It was clear she knew how to play. Not wanting her to get away with another question, Adam slid his hands on either side of her. He was careful not to touch her as he hovered over her ear and whispered, “Maybe if I’d had someone as beautiful as you, I would’ve wanted

to behave.” Clara paused mid stroke. Pulling the cue stick back to position, she steadied her hands. He was affecting her shot and the thought enticed him further. Just as she attempted a second try, Adam leaned his hips against her. The result was gratifying in so many ways. Her shot miscued, but it was the way she spun around to face him that was truly enjoyable. “You’re cheating.” The false anger in her voice was amusing too. “Am not. There were no rules about distractions. Remember?” With each word, he inched his face closer to hers. The flash in her brown eyes begged him to keep going, but he wasn’t going to

give in that easily. He was too busy enjoying the way her breath caught as he pressed them closer together. They weren’t just playing for questions. This was a betting game to see who would break first. It was obvious he was already turned on, but he wasn’t going to give in. Not yet. Adam slid his hands up Clara’s waist with feather-light touches. Brushing his lips over hers, he said, “My turn.” A smug smile covered his face as circled the table, leaving Clara gripping the edge of the side rail. He wasted no time in sinking his shot. He threw away his first question. Meanwhile, Clara was jumping at the opportunity to ask what

she wanted. Choosing carefully, he asked, “What’s your dream job?” “I don’t have one,” she answered a bit too fast. “Liar. Everyone has something they’d like to do if nothing stood in their way. So what’s yours?” Clara fiddled with the cue stick in her hands. “That’s not fair. You didn’t answer when I asked.” “Yes, I did. You asked if there was something else I’d want to do and I said no. That’s the truth. Now it’s your turn.” The way Clara chewed on her bottom lip almost ended the game right there. Adam snatched up his drink for a distraction. It wasn’t just the simple

motion. There something innocent in her look and it was bringing out the animal in him. Clara finished her own drink in one large gulp. “If I could do anything, I would write. Maybe as a journalist. I’d love to travel, but I know that business is tricky to get into. Or maybe a novelist. I really enjoyed that creative writing class.” “So why don’t you?” Tossing a playful glare his way, she said, “One question at a time. Remember?” His deep laugh rumbled in his chest. He loved when her feisty side came out to play. Ignoring all of her enticing attempts to distract him, Adam sunk

enough shots to learn that Clara’s primary goal was to find a career that would help her father pay the bills. She was willing to give up her dream to do it. That didn’t sit well with Adam. He understood her reason, but her talent wasn’t going to be wasted. Not if he had a say. There was no denying it. He was falling for her. Hard. And he didn’t know if this casual thing she insisted on was going to be enough anymore. The thought of someone else touching her, having her, pissed him off to no end. The way she leaned over the pool table deepened how much he wanted her. He was ready to forfeit the game and take her right there on the table when her

next question hit him like a bucket of ice water. “What was that?” he asked. If he weren’t so busy thinking about wrapping those lean legs around him, he would have heard her correctly. “Oh come on,” she said, not understanding his sudden withdrawal. “You were mine. Who was yours?” “My first?” His voice sounded distant even to his own ears. “It’s not that big of a deal. Really. Promise not to get jealous.” A cold laugh escaped his lips. No one should be jealous of that witch. He hardly recognized his own voice when he replied, “We met in high school.” Something in the room changed. It

was like the game ceased to exist as unwanted thoughts of Adam’s past came flooding into the room. And it hit him harder than the whiskey. Clara must have sensed it too as she asked, “Did you love her?” He wanted to tell her it was none of her damn business, but one look into her curious brown eyes had him ready to tell all. She didn’t sound jealous or even nosy. She just seemed genuinely interested. Slowly, he said, “No, but I thought I did. She was kind of my first everything. I was young and stupid and ready to believe I found the one.” “There’s nothing wrong with believing in your first love.” She tried to

comfort him, her fingers sweeping down his arm. It almost worked, but the reality of his earlier thoughts was setting in. He was falling for Clara, and sooner or later she would come to her senses and run for the hills. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He didn’t know how much he was ready to tell her. Hell, he’d never told Deacon or Luke the full story. Why should she know? Taking another sip of his drink, Adam leaned against the table. He was deep in thought. If Clara truly wanted to know the dirty details of his past, then so be it. “I put my trust in a woman I thought I loved, and do you know what happened? I came from a canceled football practice and found

Vivian in my bed.” Her name rolled off his tongue like acid. “Found her in my bed with my father.” Clara’s hand flew to her mouth, covering the gasp that escaped her lips. Her face filled with worry and she tried to reach out to him, but one look at his cold exterior had her withdrawing again. Her voice was hushed as she said, “I’m so sorry.” He wanted to shrug it off, tell her it was all in the past, but he knew she wouldn’t believe him. It haunted him every day. Every time he had to face that witch those following days in school. And every day his father was no longer there. “Did you ever tell your mom?”

Adam shook his head, staring into his drink. “How could I? My father practically begged me to forgive him. Said it was a mistake. He wasn’t thinking clearly. It’d never happen again. I couldn’t bring myself to break my mother’s heart too.” An eerie silence spread throughout the room as Adam sloshed the ice around in his glass. It was just beginning to melt into the whiskey. “I threatened to move out, go to a different school, but I was told I would be cut off if I did. How would it look if a Beaumont didn’t attend his own school?” His father’s words echoed in his mind as he relived those memories he’d spent so many years trying to forget.

From that moment on, Adam could do no wrong at home. Detentions were paid off with generous donations. Parties were excuses for blowing off steam. His father’s guilty conscience became a never-ending expense account. “I spent almost two years hating him. Him and that bitch,” Adam continued, his mood turning solemn. “And then one day he had a heart attack and was gone.” Clara’s sweet voice pulled Adam from his dark thoughts. “It’s not your fault.” “Isn’t it? I spent so much time hating him and he died knowing that. His only son. I can never take it back.” Clara moved from his side, leaning into his chest. Her arms wrapped

protectively around him, but Adam didn’t reciprocate. He kept his hands on the edge of the table, his drink clutched between his fingers. Still, he couldn’t hide the amount of comfort her warm body gave. Staring into his weary eyes, Clara said, “You’re right. You can’t change any of that. Not any of their actions. Not any of yours. But you can change what you do tomorrow, and what you do right now.” The stern look in her eyes was overwhelming. She was so warm and gentle, but her words hit him harder than she would ever know. He decided long ago that he would never be so vulnerable or naïve again. It wasn’t

worth the risk. At least, that’s what he had promised himself until the moment he met Clara. It terrified him to know how much he wanted her. All of her. Without a word, Adam pulled her face to his. Nipping at her bottom lip, he demanded more and she followed. He pushed the past as far out of his mind as possible. All he wanted to focus on was what he had in his arms now. There were no more questions as layers of clothes flew around the table. This was becoming a game of power and emotions were at stake. He could feel it in his very core. She was caring. Loving. Incredible. He needed that in his life, and if he wanted to win her over, he

would have to play for keeps. But as the little temptress ran her hands over his belt and dropped to her knees, Adam realized one thing. She had all the power. Her mouth was hot on his skin, tasting and teasing him until he was gripping the side of the pool table so hard he thought it would snap. Every move, every touch was pulling him in deeper. There was nothing more erotic than the sight of her lips wrapped around him, her beautiful gaze locked on his. Damn, she was going to be the end of him. Taking control, Adam slid his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her up to his mouth. He needed to be in

control or the night would be over too soon. Placing her on the edge of the pool table, Adam took in the full sight of her. She was stunning, but the crimson lace that clung to her body was the damn cherry on top of his undoing. “I was wondering when I would get to see this on you,” he whispered as his fingers traced the material. “I thought you’d be more excited to take it off.” “Oh trust me. I am. But not just yet.” He wanted to take his time as he kissed his way to the sensitive part of her neck. His fingers pulled at the red lace of her panties, pushing it to the side. * * * Clara’s skin burned with

anticipation. The man was a master. The groan that rumbled through his chest as his fingers slid between her wet thighs sent Clara’s heart racing. She loved turning him on. Adam’s mouth found its way back to hers, hushing her moan as he pushed inside her. He moved slowly like he was trying to savor each moment, filling her completely. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. Each kiss was filled with something more than physical need, and she didn’t know how much more she could take. He had opened up to her and that pulled her heart down a dangerous path. Lost in his caress, Clara forgot to keep her emotions at bay. She forgot his

reputation and ignored the last flare set off by her sensible side. All she could focus on was the incredible feeling of being in the arms of a man who knew how to bring her to ecstasy and back. She could taste the whiskey on his lips, feel the rough stubble around his jaw scratching against her cheek. His fingers treaded along the strap of her bra, freeing her from its red lace. She was on the verge of losing all control when Adam pulled away. She was about to protest at the sudden emptiness when he pulled her hips toward him. With the skill of an expert, he flipped her around, forcing her to the table. “Oh God.” The words came out in a breathy whisper as he filled her once

more. Feverish kisses danced down her shoulder. The promises his raspy voice whispered in her ear was enough to bring her back to the edge. But he was no longer gentle, and the green felt that rubbed against her bare flesh only added to the growing sensation in the pit of her stomach. If he stopped now there would be hell to pay. She was trapped between pain and absolute pleasure, and she enjoyed every delicious second of it. “Come for me, sweetheart.” His rough voice wrapped around her. As if knowing what she needed, Adam took her over the edge. He nipped at her neck, sending volts of pleasure straight through her core. Her body tightened around him

and everything exploded. Still tingling in the aftershocks, Clara didn’t move even as Adam lost his own control and collapsed against her, wrapping her in his arms. Between heavy breaths, he placed kisses down her cheek and along her chin. A smile filled her face, but she didn’t return his kiss. Her mind was still soaring, wondering how, after tonight, she would ever be able to walk away from him unscarred.

Chapter Nineteen Nothing could ruin Adam’s good mood. Even brunch with his mother was turning out to be surprisingly enjoyable. Seated at the center of the little café, Adam picked at the cheese crescent on his plate. His mother updated him on her latest business ventures, something his father would have done had he still been alive. The little café filled Adam with a sense of nostalgia. How many times had he sat in this very chair with a cheese crescent and hot chocolate as he listened to his father talk business with his associates? Sitting there now, his hot chocolate replaced by a large cup of

coffee, Adam felt like he was finally living up to his parents’ expectations. “This summer will be crucial for your future,” his mother said as she sipped her tea. “I know,” Adam agreed. A smile filled his face. Over the last few weeks, something had changed in him. His father’s passing had taken a toll on both of them. When Adam fell into a downward spiral, believing his father died thinking his only son still hated him, Angela was left picking up all of the pieces on her own. She had done so with tremendous grace, stepping into the position of dean and meeting with every company the Beaumont name had an investment in. Now it was Adam’s turn.

For once, he felt like letting go of all the women and parties. Well, all women except for one. Smiling at the thought of Clara by his side, he asked, “What can I do?” “Well, I’ve talked with your uncle and he’s agreed to have you intern under him.” “Uncle Jeff?” Angela gave a simple nod. Adam’s smile grew wider. Jeffery Beaumont was a legend. The man could smell a goldmine a mile away. With the stunning Beaumont genes, smooth talking skills, and deep pockets, Jeffery knew just how to get what he wanted. He was an investor and salesman, plain and simple, and he could turn someone else’s good

idea into the must-have product of the year. He was business savvy which made him the perfect guy to learn from. “It will be for the whole summer,” Angela said. “You can stay at the apartment in Benson. I’ll have Maria prepare it for you at the end of the school year. Although Jeff was requesting that you start on the weekends. You can drive out there this Thursday after class. I know it’s a lot to ask of you with school still going on, but after the way you’ve handled this year, I’m sure you’ll be just fine. I’m impressed.” “I had a good tutor.” He tried to sound confident, but it felt automated. Inside, a game of tug of war pulled at his

thoughts. He wanted to be ecstatic at the opportunity his mother was giving him, not to mention her approval, but the reality of it was beginning to sink in. He would be gone the entire summer and most weekends. Benson was a two-hour drive from their small city of Rouen, and almost three hours to Kleinbrook where Clara lived. “So should I tell your uncle you are joining him this weekend?” His thoughts pulled at both ends of the rope. He’d never had a long distance relationship before. Hell, he hadn’t had an actual relationship in years. He didn’t want to lose Clara so soon. Things were finally going well. But this was his chance to take control of his life again.

He would be graduating soon, and he had no intention of taking over the college like his father and grandfather had done. That was their legacy. Adam wanted his own. “Of course,” Adam said. He nodded his head as if he were trying to convince himself that he was making the right choice. Clara would understand. Wouldn’t she? “Good. I’ll let him know you’re coming.” Angela smiled proudly at her son as she accepted the bill from the waitress. “So what was the other thing you wanted to talk to me about?” Adam shook his head, pretending he couldn’t remember yesterday’s phone conversation. He had wanted to talk

about Clara. Tell his mother that he was a grown man, and he would be with Clara whether she approved or not. But would the distance change them? Shrugging his shoulders, Adam said, “Just wanted to see what the plans were this summer.” Angela eyed him like she was searching for the truth but only replied with a warm smile. Adam glanced away, thinking about the weeks ahead. He would have to start packing. * * * Thursday evening came too soon, as Adam shuffled his feet through the garage and into the family kitchen. Smells of delicious roast beef flooded

the room. He would never tire of Mrs. Thompson’s delicious meals. “Need a taste tester?” Adam asked, hovering over her shoulder. His greedy fingers inched toward the large pot, but she smacked them away. “Oh no, you don’t.” Mrs. Thompson shook the serving spoon in his face. “The last time you boys came in here asking for a taste, there was nothing left for dinner.” “Oh come on, Anne.” He tried to work his signature smile on her, but Mrs. Thompson wasn’t having any of it. She knew him too well. Instead, she sent him a glare that screamed “Don’t you ‘Anne’, me”’ Adam laughed as he snatched up a bag of chips instead and

leaned against the counter. “Can I at least have a plate to go?” “That’s right,” she replied as she tossed carrots, potatoes, and onions into the large pot. “You’re going to go be an adult this weekend.” “Don’t tell anyone,” Adam teased. “I don’t want people thinkin’ I’ve grown up.” Mrs. Thompson sent him a knowing smile. Something in her warm eyes said she was thinking about a certain brunette who was making Adam grow up a little more each day. In fact, Mrs. Thompson was one of the few who knew the full extent of Adam and Clara’s relationship, even if they never talked about it directly. Another reason Adam loved

her. The old minx even went as far as reminding Adam when his mother would be out of town, something she’d never done before. “Well, I’m sorry Hun, but this won’t be ready until long after you’ve left.” Mrs. Thompson dried her hands and placed them on her wide hips. “Would you like me to whip up something else for you?” Adam pushed away from the counter. “Nah, I’ll grab something on the road. But thanks. Tell Collin I’m gonna miss him this weekend.” “He misses you already,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s been wanting you to meet Duke.” Adam scowled. “Who’s Duke?”

Mrs. Thompson eyed him as if they were having two different conversations. “Duke. The little Fox Terrier? Luke gave the bugger to him a couple weeks ago.” A look of surprise filled his face. Between school, Clara, and now an internship, Adam hardly spent time with the guys. They understood, but still gave him shit for it whenever they had a chance. Hearing about Duke made him feel guilty for not being around more. “Apparently my son thinks I have nothing better to do than chase around a six-year-old and his high energy mutt. I must say, he’s a cute little thing, though.” “Collin or the dog?” Mrs. Thompson smacked Adam with the end of her spoon, but the both of them

were laughing. Placing a kiss on her cheek, Adam headed to his room, promising to see Collin and Duke soon as he made his way to the stairs. He reached the top when the doorbell rang. Adam didn’t usually stick around to see who it was, but Corin’s deep voice filled the foyer as one of the maids opened the door. “Adam home?” he asked after flirting his way through a hello. The maid giggled like some sexdeprived schoolgirl and moved to the side to let Corin through. Adam leaned against the banister, looking down. “Come on up,” Adam shouted before walking to his room. It didn’t take Corin very long to join him. The guy had legs

like a tree trunk. “What’s up?” “Wanted to talk to you about the apartment this summer.” Adam gave him a single nod, urging him to continue while Adam searched through his closet for his dress clothes. He planned on looking sharp this weekend. He had a lot to prove. Corin cut straight to the point. “Do you plan on moving back in? Because if not, I’d like to keep renting it.” Adam tossed a pair of dress shoes into his bag and glanced up at his friend. Were they still friends? Corin had started avoiding him whenever Clara was around, which was the majority of the time. The temperatures between the two men ran so hot and cold, it was hard

to keep up. “Actually, I won’t be here this summer, so you’re welcome to stay there.” Corin’s ears perked up. “What do you mean?” “I’m moving out to Benson to work with my uncle. Starting this weekend.” “Damn.” With one swift motion, Corin collapsed on the leather sofa. “That’s awesome, man. But bad news for Clara, huh?” Adam didn’t like where the conversation was headed. “Why would that be bad news?” “Oh come on, you don’t think you guys will make it long distance, do you?”

Adam wanted to knock the smug smile off Corin’s face. “I thought you came to talk about the apartment.” Corin held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m not trying to start anything. Promise. Believe it or not, I was rooting for you guys.” “Bullshit.” “I was.” He sounded sincere, but Adam wasn’t buying any of it. They were both excellent in telling people exactly what they wanted to hear. “I know I gave you shit in the beginning, but you have to know I was just being protective. Clara’s like a little sister to me. I didn’t want to see her get played.” Adam wanted to call Corin out on his shit, but he didn’t have time to get

into another fight. “We’re not breaking up just because I’m moving to Benson for a summer.” Curiosity flashed across Corin’s face as he asked, “So you two are official now?” Adam didn’t answer. Instead, he replied, “I’ll call my lawyer on drive and have her draw up a new lease.” Adam didn’t care what reason Corin had for not wanting to go back to Trousdale. Adam had more important things to worry about. “Thanks, man,” Corin said as he walked out with Adam. “Hey, good luck with Clara. Seriously. I don’t think I could do the distance thing. Especially with all the beautiful women you’ll be

around.” “Well, it’s a good thing you’re not the one going then.” Adam threw his bag in the trunk of his prized Audi R8 as Corin continued to spew his worries onto Adam. Adam uttered an irritated “See ya,” before sliding into the diver’s seat and speeding off. He had a two-hour drive ahead of him. His mind flashed with unwanted thoughts of Clara finding someone better while he was gone. Adam tried to push them away and cursed Corin for putting the doubts there. For a brief moment, he considered breaking things off like Corin suggested. It would be easier to do it now, wouldn’t it? He shoved that thought

away too. He needed to focus on the weekend and only the weekend. By the time he arrived at the apartment, it was almost nine. Everything was just as he remembered it. Dark wood grain lined the ceiling and floors, giving the luxury apartment a warm and cozy feeling despite its large size. It was eerie being there alone. He was used to it back at the house, but this was a place he’d always come to with his parents. The ride seemed twice as long back then, but the floor to ceiling window that opened to the city skyline was well worth any length trip. God, he loved the night. The city lights were shining brighter than the stars. He decided right then and there

that he would make Benson his official home after graduation. He knew Clara would love it too. That is if they would survive the summer. Would they last? As if knowing she was in his thoughts, Adam’s phone began to ring. “Hey there, beautiful,” he greeted. “I was just thinking about you.” Her soft voice chuckled on the other end. “Liar. Did you make it there yet? You said to call you at nine.” “Just made it. You should see the view. I almost forgot how much I loved coming here when I was little.” Clara sighed on the other end. “Don’t make me even more jealous. You know I was dying to go with you.” Adam smiled into the phone. “I

know. I promise one weekend you will. And we’ll do all the shopping you want.” A snort came from the other end of the line. Adam could almost see her face scrunched up in a scowl. They both knew Clara wasn’t much of a shopper unless it was a bookstore, in which case Adam would drop her off and pick her up later. The girl could spend hours searching for good titles she didn’t already own. “How about a museum instead?” she teased. Adam wished she could see him shaking his head at the tall ceiling. Always the scholar. Then again, she only mentioned it to get back at him for the

shopping comment. Adam opened his mouth to suggest other options when a quiet knock came from the door. Who the hell would be knocking on his door at this hour? He turned the handle and peered out the crack. And almost dropped the phone. Clara must have sensed his absence, because she repeatedly called his name on the other end of the line. It took him a moment to collect his thoughts as he stared at the woman in front of him. Finding his voice, he spoke into the phone. “Sorry, there was someone at the door.” “Who is it?” Suspicion was evident in Clara’s

voice, and it caused Adam to stumble over his words. “I ordered some food and the delivery man just got here. Sorry, sweetheart, can I call you back in a few?” “Uh, yeah. Sure.” “Thanks. Talk to you soon,” he said as he hung up the phone. He felt guilty for lying, but that wasn’t his biggest problem at the moment. Glaring at the woman in his doorway, he asked, “Olivia, what the hell are you doing here?” Olivia adjusted her gray jacket, revealing a thin, dark blue dress. “I’m staying with my older sister for the weekend, and I heard you were in town. I thought I’d stop by.”

“Wearing that?” he asked, dumbfounded. He thought he got rid of her months ago when he told her off in front of the residence hall, and again at the party where he kissed Clara for the first time. And yet here she was all dolled up, just for him. He didn’t want her, but he also couldn’t deny how good she looked. “You like?” Her voice was like velvet, coaxing him toward her. “You should see what I have on underneath.” He didn’t have to see. Her dress was so tightly wrapped around her toned body that anyone half a mile away could see there was nothing but soft skin underneath. Adam opened his mouth to tell her he

wasn’t interested when she took a step closer and covered his lips with the tips of her fingers. He didn't like the lust that filled her bright blue eyes, nor did he like the sudden thrill running through him. They might have had something purely physical before the semester started, but that had changed. He had changed. Hadn't he? Olivia stood on the tips of her toes, leaning her red lips toward his ear as she whispered, "What happens in Benson, stays in Benson."

Chapter Twenty “I just don’t think it’s going to work out,” Rose said as they walked along the sidewalk to main campus. Clara nodded her head in agreement. Truthfully, she liked Luke and Rose together. It made double dating easy, but Rose was becoming less interested in the man in her life. Not wanting to be selfish, Clara took the road of solidarity. “Just end it then,” Clara replied. Rose grumbled beside her. They’d been over it a dozen times. Rose wanted that feeling of true love bliss, and Luke was not it. If only Rose had the courage to tell him that. Instead, she chattered away to Clara about how to let him

down easy. Clara wanted to help more, but her mind was too preoccupied with being restless in her own relationship. Officially, she and Adam had been together for a few short weeks, but it felt so much longer. In truth, she’d been his from the moment they locked eyes at Corin’s party. Everything seemed perfect, yet something was off between them. It began the second Adam came back from Benson. Clara tried to tell herself it was all in her mind, but her gut disagreed. “I should,” Rose said beside her. Clara nodded her head again, shaking away her doubts. As they turned the corner, they were

greeted by every color on the pastel spectrum. Friday classes were canceled to celebrate the annual Spring Fest. It was a reward for another prosperous year, and a way to bring in families and show the community the wonderful things Beaumont University continued to do. Adam and Luke had promised to meet them there. Irrational irritation buzzed through her when Adam wasn’t there waiting for her the moment she entered the festival. It was a stupid notion. She knew that, and yet she couldn’t shake the ridiculous feeling. What is going on with him? she wondered as Rose continued her rant of Luke filled troubles. In the last three

weeks, Adam had become distant. He never wanted to talk, and he actively avoided anything about his trips to Benson. Clara wanted to be supportive, and she would never call herself the jealous type, but his constant silence was making her crazy. “Hey, gorgeous,” Adam called and greeted her with a quick kiss. Luke greeted Rose in a similar manner. At her friend’s request, Clara was supposed to observe Luke for any signs of mutual boredom, but one look into Adam’s stormy eyes and Clara’s focus was gone. So were her worries. Damn him. Clara shook her head at herself. Adam was definitely messing with her

mind. So much that she almost missed the gorgeous surroundings. Main campus was transformed into a spectacular display of cloth-covered booths. “Wow,” was all she could say. “Yeah, we always go above and beyond for these things,” Adam said as he laced his fingers through hers. “No kidding.” Clara took in every detail, wanting to remember it all. Although usually overlooked, the details were the crucial elements needed to make the picture whole. And for someone who’d fallen in love with the written word at a very early age, she lived for the details. Angela Beaumont had exceeded Clara’s expectations of a spring festival.

Families and students buzzed between booths carrying prizes, food, or purchased crafts. Potted tulips were sprinkled around the grounds, but what really impressed her were the life-like statues that seemed to spring up overnight. “It looks so real,” Clara said as the group joined another family who gazed up at the statue. The stone woman was beautiful and draped in a classic toga. A ring of flowers sat on her head like a crown. On her pedestal, a sign read: Flora. Roman Goddess of flowers and spring. Clara was about to comment on the goddess when it suddenly began to move. An unflattering shriek rushed out

of Clara’s mouth as she jumped back. The statue assumed a new position as everyone in the vicinity laughed. Clara slapped Adam’s arm since he was closest and laughing the hardest. “Ah. Come on,” he said as he shielded himself from her attacks. “You have to admit that was funny.” “You could have warned me.” She tried to sound angry, but a large smile betrayed her. She raised her hand to smack him one last time, but he skillfully grabbed her wrist and spun her into his arms. With her back against his chest, Adam leaned down and whispered, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” She relaxed in his arms, seduced by his touch, and looked up at the faux

statue. “Amazing,” she said. “She doesn’t even look like she’s breathing.” “Good actress,” Adam replied. “Now don’t freak out when you see the others.” As they walked through the booths, Clara looked for the various mythological figures placed around the festival to represent spring. Greek, Norse, Japanese, Irish. All represented by the newest members of the drama department, a final initiation into the program. They also served as great entertainment. At the statue of the Slavic god, Jarilo, the group danced and jumped around, trying to get Alex Novich to break character or at least crack a smile.

He didn’t budge. Clara commended him for it, laughing as they walked away. The guy would certainly go far in an acting career. Lacing her fingers with Adam’s, Clara reflected on how wonderful the day was. Pictures in a photo booth, failing horribly at the games, junk food overload. Even the sun was shining down in their favor. It all whipped away the troubles that plagued her mind over the last few weeks. Adam was here, holding her hand in public and treating her like the girlfriend she was. Girlfriend. The thought brought a warm smile to her face. They would be all right. Or so she thought.

The moment they spotted his mother, Adam dropped her hand and shuffled them to one of the booths that sold jewelry. Questions plagued her troubled mind. Did he do it on purpose? Was it just her imagination? Did he lie when he’d said he told his mother about them? Regardless of the answers, Clara felt hurt. Worse, she was making herself crazy for worrying over problems she was not even sure existed. “What do you think of this?” he asked, distracting her from her glum thoughts. In his hand sat a beautiful gold bracelet with a crescent moon charm. It was simple. Elegant. And she loved it.

Noting her approval, Adam smiled wide and handed the vendor some cash. “For you, sweetheart,” he said as he fastened the bracelet around her wrist. Clara tried to utter a thank you, but he silenced it with a kiss. Her head spun as he led her back down their path, fingers linked, and his mother nowhere in sight. Clara shook her head again. She could not believe the madness her mind was putting her through. She was smarter than that. “Hey, how about we head over to the soccer field and get one of those hot air balloon rides?” Luke suggested. Clara bounced on the tips of her toes and shook Adam’s arm. She’d never ridden a hot air balloon before and this

was an opportunity she wouldn’t dare pass up. “All right, let’s do it,” Adam said. Clara almost squealed. “Okay. Just let me use the bathroom first. Don’t you dare get in line without me.” Adam chuckled as Clara skipped off to the restrooms. She let out an exasperated breath as she spotted the long line. Typical. Anxiously, she bounced as she waited. Her mind wandered to the skies as she thought about what it would feel like to be up in the clouds with Adam by her side. Heat filled her cheeks as she thought about how many times he’d brought her to cloud nine. Clara played with the new bracelet

Adam bought her. A moon. How perfect. She often thought of him as the dark, mysterious night where nothing good ever happened. Not that it stopped her from falling into his arms. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of her own cheesiness. Only Adam could turn her into a mushy romantic. She might as well be living between the pages of her favorite novels, teased and desired by her own dreamy hero who knew just how to … “I’m telling you,” a familiar voice shrieked behind her, snapping Clara back to reality. It was a shrill voice Clara knew all too well. She rolled her eyes as Olivia continued, “It was just like last summer.”

“Yeah, but isn’t he with someone?” another girl asked. Clara dared not turn around as more women fell in line behind her. She was sure Olivia and her friend stood a few people back, but the last thing she wanted was an awkward conversation with them. Their bad first impression still left a nasty taste in Clara’s mouth. “Please,” Olivia drawled. “That relationship is over. He can go around pretending to hang on, but we both know it won’t work. He’s going to live in Benson and be a big-time businessman. He needs someone a hell of a lot more social than some bookworm.” The hairs on the back of Clara’s neck stood straight up. Olivia couldn’t be

talking about Adam, could she? Clara told herself no, but her ears were glued to the conversation. Olivia continued, “I mean, look at him. He’s gorgeous and a Beaumont. She’s a nobody.” “And you’re a Pierce.” “Exactly. He knows what’s good for him, and let me tell you, these last few weekends have been so good.” Clara felt nauseous, and more than the oversexed tone in Olivia’s voice brought it on. She didn’t want to believe what she was hearing, but the doubts came storming back. Was Adam cheating on her? It would explain his distant behavior lately and lack of sex life. She attributed it to him

balancing school and working with his uncle, but was that really it? Clara couldn’t breathe. “And it’s perfect,” she heard Olivia say. “My sister lives in Benson, so I can stay with her whenever I want. It will be just like last summer.” That was all Clara could take before she rushed out of the line, turning her face in hopes that Olivia would not see her. Tears began to form at the corner of her eyes, but she demanded they stay in their place. She wasn’t going to make a scene. Not here. The second she saw her group of friends, Clara turned and headed the other way. She needed an escape. Somewhere she could process

everything she’d heard. It couldn’t be true. She didn’t want to believe it, and yet all of her suspicions began to stir. The distance. The awkwardness whenever she mentioned Benson. The doubt about whether or not he had talked to his mother about them. It was all adding up and Clara didn’t like the numbers. “Clara,” Adam called from behind her. She stopped in her tracks, closing her eyes to keep herself together. “What’s wrong?” Her head shook forcefully as she bit down on her bottom lip. She wouldn’t break. “Clara, look at me.” That was all it took for Clara to lose

her self-control. His eyes were filled with concern, but she saw through his lies. He had played her like a fool. Used her until he was bored. Her rational side was too hurt to say I told you so. Angry, she chose to start with his most innocent of lies. “Did you even tell your mom about us?” Adam looked taken back. “Wh-what? Where is this coming from?” Diversion, she thought. “Answer the question.” For a moment, Adam looked just as angry, but it was washed away with something that resembled defeat. “Look. I’m going to tell her. I’ve just been busy. Between classes and traveling to Benson

every weekend … I’ve been busy.” “About that,” Clara swallowed the lump that grew in her throat. “Are you cheating on me?” “What?” he asked as if it was the most offensive thing he’d ever heard. “Why would you even think that?” Clara ignored the hurt look on his face. He didn’t get to play the victim. He was Adam Beaumont, notorious for one night stands and short flings. No one expected him to be faithful, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. Finding her voice, she said, “Olivia. She said she … visited you in Benson.” Adam’s face fell, confirming all of her suspicions. The tears she demanded stay in place began to well up in her

eyes. “So it’s true,” she said in a weak voice. “Clara, let me explain—” Adam began to say as he stepped forward to comfort her. She twitched in defense. “Don’t. You don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to screw some other girl and then pretend like it didn’t happen.” She felt herself breaking with every word, but she held herself together, replacing the pain with a level of pissed off she had never felt before. “I told you I wasn’t going to be one of those girls.” “Of course you’re not,” he tried to say, but Clara was already cutting him off.

“I knew we were too different.” The pain in her throat swelled with each word. She knew better, and yet she let herself fall for him. “God, I was so stupid for thinking this was something different. Congratulations, you proved your reputation.” Adam’s hand fell. A look of disbelief filled his face. “You think …” But he didn’t finish his sentence, just nodded his head as anger radiated off of him. For a moment, Clara felt guilty, but her own pain was enough to keep her from rushing forward to comfort him. She didn’t do anything wrong. She wasn’t the one that cheated. She wasn’t the one who broke her heart. She was just the silly girl who

believed the best in him. “Fine,” he finally said. His face twisted with an emotion she had never seen him wear. “This was bound to happen sooner or later. Why not now?” His words echoed in her ears, making it harder to breath. It was a blow to her chest. Olivia was right. Adam didn’t want her anymore. Clara was so focused on her shaking legs that she hardly heard him utter an “I’m sorry,” as he turned on his heel. She tried to stay composed, but despite the suffocating pain he had caused, watching him walk away made her realize how much she’d just lost. She couldn’t hold it any longer. The tears fell.

Chapter Twenty-One Never leave a fallen bro behind. That had been Luke’s motto for as long as he could remember. Even back in his playground days, when Deacon was being shoved around for not being “athletic enough,” Luke would swoop in to tell the jerks off in such an elegant manner, the losers were left with stupefied looks on their pudgy faces. Luke lived for that look. He wasn’t a fighter. When it came to drama, he had two options, talk his way out of it, or charm the woman in charge. He was free-spirited and preferred it that way, but when one of his men was down, the call to duty was too great to be ignored.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Luke exited the lecture hall and headed straight for Adam’s home. Out of all the classes they took, Adam decided to skip the only one they had together. Not a good sign. The guy had fallen off the wagon ever since he broke things off with Clara a week and a half ago. Luke didn’t usually judged Adam’s brute behavior, but enough was enough. He was drinking too much, cursing out anyone who looked at him wrong, and starting stupid fights. Now he was skipping class one week before finals. Angela Beaumont was going to hand Adam his ass long before he received any diploma. Flooded with troubled thoughts, Luke

cut around the side of the house and entered through the screen door. He was sure he would find his mother in the kitchen. The moment he stepped foot in the room, he was attacked by a leaping maniac of a pup. “Duke, down,” he bellowed as he crouched down to calm the crazy dog. “You know what that little brat started to chew on?” his mother asked from the table. “A door. A door!” Luke chuckled as he scratched under Duke’s wiry beard. Not so much as a single greeting, but Luke didn’t expect one. Their family was always together, so hellos and goodbyes were never needed. “When your classes are over, you’re

taking that dog to obedience classes.” “Why me?” Luke asked. Rising from the floor, he tossed his backpack on the table and fell to the first seat. “Because you’re the one that brought him home,” his mother replied. “For Collin!” “Collin’s six. He can’t go by himself, so you get to take him.” Luke released an exaggerated sigh. Of course he would take the little guy to train the pup, but watching his mother roll her eyes was too much fun to pass up. “Uncle Luke!” Collin shrieked as he came running around the corner. “Hey, little man,” Luke said at the same time Anne Thompson’s tired voice

pleaded, “Collin, please don’t run in this house.” “Sorry,” Collin said before turning to Luke and telling him all about his school day. “Oh, and look what I taught Duke!” Collin picked up Duke’s ball and held it over the terrier’s head. Without missing a beat, the pouch leaped from his spot and snatched the ball from Collin’s little fingers. “Hey! Duke, no!” Luke and Anne laughed as they watched Collin run out of the room, chasing after his dog. Duke bounced every which way as if it was the world’s greatest game. “See what I put up with?” his mother said, still laughing. “Oh, come on. It’s good for him.” A

moment of silence passed between them as Anne continued hovering over the papers before her. One glimpse and Luke could tell the papers were Angela Beaumont’s plans and requests for another end of the year dinner party. Leaving his mother to her work, he asked, “Do you know if Adam’s home?” Anne looked up at her son. They never talked about it, but they both knew Adam had started down a selfdestructive path. “I think so. His car is in the garage, so I think he got back while I was getting Collin from school.” Luke nodded as he rose from the table. He was almost out of the kitchen when his mother called again, “Lucius.” At the sound of his full name, he turned

to face her. She only used it for two reasons, when she was serious or he was in trouble. “Don’t give up hope,” she said with a soft smile. Luke’s face reflected hers as he left the room and headed up the stairs. Hope. Anne Thompson preached about it constantly. Hope and family. Luke had both, and even though they were not related by blood, Adam was family. Turning the handle to the bedroom door, Luke was welcomed by the sight of Adam’s bare ass. “What the hell?” he yelled as he shielded his eyes from the scene. A girl shrieked, pulling blankets around her to hide her exposed skin. Adam slumped to the bed, glaring at

Luke with a new level of anger. “You just barge in here now?” “When have I ever knocked?” Luke countered. Adam looked pissed, but the more Luke processed it all, the angrier he became. “And since when do you bring girls here? With my ma and nephew right downstairs?” “It’s my house,” Adam yelled. Something in his eyes was off. It didn’t take long for Luke to figure out he had probably been drinking. “Wrong. It’s your mother’s house, and if you don’t cut this shit out, you’re going to lose that too. You,” Luke said, turning his attention to the girl, “get dressed and get the hell out. Fun’s over.” The girl looked from Luke to Adam.

“You’re not going to let him talk that way to me, are you?” Adam shrugged, too buzzed to care. Appalled, the girl pulled her skimpy clothes back on and made a run for the door. “Oh,” Luke called to her, his tone laced with annoyance, “and if you run into a woman and a little boy, tell them you were just dropping off some notes for Adam to borrow.” With a final huff, she was out the door. Luke’s attention was back on Adam, who was already out of bed and pouring a fresh drink. At least he had the drunken decency to throw on a pair of shorts. “Put the drink down,” Luke

demanded. “We need to talk.” “About what, mom?” “About whatever the hell has been going on lately. I usually don’t give two shits about who you hook up with, but you brought her here? And with Collin here?” “I didn’t know he was here,” Adam snapped. “Well he is, and we all agreed we would keep all that shit away from him.” Now, Luke was really pissed. Adam had broken the one rule they’d all made for themselves. The parties, the women, the drinking. They wouldn’t parade it in front of Collin. The kid had lost both of his parents. He didn’t need to see his uncles with a new woman every week.

“He met Clara,” Adam said in a tone that sounded like it was the most painful thing to say. “Do you know what he asked me yesterday? He wanted to know where she was. Said he wanted to show her the trick he taught Duke.” Luke lowered his head, unsure what to say. There was only one other time he’d ever seen Adam this low and that was after his breakup with Vivian. But unlike Vivian, Clara was good for him. “She hates me,” Adam said. “Can you blame her?” For the first time, Luke wanted to hit him for messing things up with this one. “I just don’t get it. Why Olivia? Why the hell would you go back to that mess when you had Clara?”

“It just happened—” “That shit doesn’t just happen, Adam. The flings, I get. Hell, I could care less if you plowed half of Greek Row, but you had something good going and you threw it away for the redheaded slut?” A half smile flashed across Adam’s dazed face as he said, “That’s a good drink.” “Not the point.” Luke rubbed his forehead. He needed Adam to snap out of it. “I hope you wrapped it up. Who knows where she’s been. Or worse, if you knocked her up, she’ll be after a ring next.” “I … I didn’t sleep with her,” Adam said, taking another swig of his drink.

“What? Rose said you guys broke up because—” “I could have. Hell, I almost did.” Adam looked up through pain-filled eyes. Luke waited calmly. “The first night I drove out there, Olivia showed up in practically nothing, saying how we could be discrete and no one would know. I already doubted if Clara and I would even survive long distance, so I went for it.” Adam’s gaze drifted across the room, his scowl deepening. “I’ll spare you the dirty details, but when I realized I was fucking up, I told Olivia off and kicked her out. But we didn’t have sex.” Luke needed a moment to process it. Rose’s story was very different from

Adam’s, but Luke trusted his friend. Adam would have no reason to lie to him. “Did you tell Clara that?” Adam shook his head. “She already assumed the worst in me. And for good reason. Corin was right. I ruined her.” “That’s bullsh—” “No. You didn’t see the way she looked at me. She deserves better.” Luke felt his friend’s pain, but the woe-is-me attitude was enough. Taking three long strides over to Adam’s chair, Luke ripped the drink from Adam’s hand and downed it in one gulp. Adam looked up in disbelief. “What the hell?” “I get that you’re hurting, but you’re acting like a little bitch and it’s killing

my good mood. You have finals next week and if you fail because you’d rather be here screwing some random and drinking your inheritance away, then you might as well move in with Corin because your mother isn’t going to give you a third chance. You can kiss Benson goodbye along with everything else you’ve worked towards this year. Now if you don’t want to get off your lazy ass and get Clara back, that’s your choice, but I’m not going to let you fail your classes.” Luke was breathing hard. It’d been a long time since he had to set his friend straight. Adam sat there, taking it all in. Luke waited for his blood pressure

to lower before adding, “Now go take a shower. You stink like booze.” Defeated, Adam rose from his chair and walked towards the bathroom. As his hand hit the door, Adam paused and said, “I was no good for her. I had to let her go. When you love someone you have to let them go.” Luke’s heart sank as the bathroom door began to swing shut. “She’ll come back.”

Chapter Twenty-Two Clara waited patiently for the video call to connect. As much as she missed her family, she secretly hoped Harper wouldn’t pick up the call. She’d sent her sister a text the night she and Adam broke up, but she refused to talk about it. It hurt too much. If it weren’t for her promise to keep in touch at least once a week, Clara wouldn’t be making the call now. “Hey!” Harper said. Her cheerful smile lit up Clara’s computer screen. Clara tried to look content. “How’ve you been?” “Good. I have senioritis and a month left of school, but it’s alright.”

Clara laughed at the screen, thinking about her sister itching to finish her last year of school. It was a feeling Clara never experienced. Harper was a different story. “You’ve had senioritis since you started high school.” “True,” her sister said with a laugh. In the background, their father came into view. Harper shifted towards the edge of the screen. “Here, Poppa. Come sit.” Gorge smiled warmly, squinting at the camera. His forehead filled the screen as he leaned down to speak. “Hello, Clarabelle,” he shouted. “No,” Harper said. She reached for his shoulder, easing him back. “You don’t need to yell into the microphone. Just talk normal.”

Clara laughed on the other end. It was their second time attempting a video call and her father was still learning the basics. “So when are you coming home?” he asked. Clara shook her head. He’d asked the same question the last four times they’d spoke. “I already told you. Next Friday. I have my finals all next week and then you guys can drive up in the morning.” “Oh, that’s right.” He nodded his head as if he were trying to store the information somewhere he would not forget again. Clara glanced at her sister. They shared the same concerned expression.

According to Harper, Gorge was becoming more and more forgetful. It was unusual for someone whose memory was always sharp and alarming for a family who had a history of Alzheimer’s. Gorge had recently celebrated his sixtieth, but early onset was still a scary possibility. The running joke was that Harper was the forgetful one of the family, but that had ceased the moment Gorge’s forgetfulness began to increase. Changing the topic, Clara asked, “So where’s Lydia today?” Harper rolled her eyes. “Shopping.” Nothing else needed to be said. Lydia would rather spend the day with her friends than fifteen minutes talking with her sister. It was probably for the

best. Lydia was a lot perkier ever since Clara and Adam split. And it was no secret that Lydia was jealous of Clara’s relationship. She even went as far as letting Clara know that a good girl like her would never be able to keep the attention of someone of his status. The last thing Clara wanted to hear was an “I told you so.” Noticing Clara’s gloomy demeanor, the conversation turned into the one direction she didn’t want it to go. “Have you talked to him at all?” Harper softly asked. Clara forced a smile and pretended as if she didn’t hear her sister. “Well, I have to study for finals, but I will talk to you this week.”

Her father and sister shared a look of disappointment, but they filled their goodbyes with love as they promised to see her Friday. Closing the computer, Clara released a heavy breath and held the tears at bay. She hated that Adam still had that effect on her. Needing a distraction, she grabbed her bag and headed for the library to work on a final paper for her writing class. Over an hour had passed and Clara was still hard at work searching for the right titles to resource. If she was honest, her lack of success was due to her wandering thoughts. She told herself not to think about him, but her stubborn mind was playing their most intimate moments on repeat.

She could feel his fingers entwined with hers every time another couple held hands. Every witnessed kiss between lovers made her brush her own mouth. Watching others experience happiness usually left her inspired, but now it caused her pain. When did she become such a cynic? She missed the way Adam used to look at her like she was the only one that mattered. Under his gaze, Clara felt strong. Empowered. Treasured, even. Her traitorous mind flashed to their last time together. Their plan to do homework had been short lived when she’d felt his stare. She’d known they shouldn’t be trying anything in the small library of Adam’s home. Not when the

possibility of being caught was too great, but Adam had teased and taunted her, muffling her moans in a feverish kiss. That night something shifted between them. Each thrust and kiss felt like Adam was trying desperately to hang on to something. The result was mindblowing, but as Clara thought back to that night she wondered about what it had cost. Here they were, torn apart, because of his actions. She hated him for it. Hated him with every fiber of her being, and yet her irrational side was begging her to forgive him. She couldn’t. Even after Rose told her Adam admitted to only kissing Olivia, she couldn’t shake

the feeling of betrayal. Forgiving him would be like walking right into the lion’s den. It would be stupid and dangerous, and she was too headstrong to be either. Stop thinking about him, she snapped at her thoughts and added a book to her pile of possible choices. She was reaching for another when someone interrupted her. “Excuse me,” he said, “but could you tell me where I could find this book?” He was holding out a piece of paper. Clara took it out of habit. “Sure.” It didn’t take long for her to realize he was completely in the wrong section. “Actually, this is on the second floor.”

“Oh.” Clara let the paper hang between them, but he only smiled back at her. Instead of questioning him, Clara found herself noticing his appearance. He was taller than her but would probably be a head shorter than Adam. His green eyes were just as welcoming as his smile. With short brown hair and a thin build, he could even be considered cute. “It’s just up those stairs,” she said, pointing him in the right direction when he did not respond. For a moment, his eyebrows creased before he said, “I’m sorry. I thought you worked here.” Clara’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh! Yeah. Sorry. I do,

but not today. I’m studying for exams.” The guy nodded, his green eyes fixed on her. “Me too.” Clara’s head bobbed, mirroring his movements. “I’ll, ah, let you get back to it then.” He turned to leave, but something held him there. He smiled at the floor before finding the courage to say, “Actually, I was just using it as an excuse to come talk to you.” Clara took a step back as color flooded her cheeks. “Why?” she asked. His smile widened. “Oh come on, gorgeous girl like you? A guy needs a reason.” Clara blushed at his words. “And yours was asking where a book was?”

Ignoring her question, he extended his hand and said, “I’m Ryan.” Shifting her books to one arm, she smiled once more. His shake was firm, but the palm of his hand was soft and smooth, unlike the familiar, rough ones that knew how to tease her in every way. “I’m Clara.” “I know,” he said, sheepishly. “We had a writing class together last semester.” Clara cocked her head to the side, trying to remember his face. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember you.” That’s because you never took your eyes off Adam to notice anyone else. Ryan shrugged as they strolled away from the aisle and towards the spot

Clara had picked out for herself. “It’s okay. New school, all new faces.” “How’d you know I’m new?” Ryan smiled wide. “It’s not that big of a school. If you really pay attention, you get to know a lot of people pretty quick. You either transferred here, or you’re a freshman. But you’re a bit of a minor celebrity, so it was easy to remember you.” Clara averted her gaze. Minor celebrity? Did he mean her relationship with Adam? Was that really what everyone thought of her? The girl who caught Adam Beaumont’s attention for a brief moment? Just as she was about to snap about being unfairly judged, Ryan said, “I have

to admit, I’m a little jealous. It’s pretty impressive to receive the Fullmont Scholarship. Few have tried and even fewer have succeeded.” “Oh,” Clara said, a bit too relieved. Relaxing slightly, she looked him over again. There was a familiarity there she couldn’t place until the corner of his mouth rose in a lazy smile. “You were at the Dean’s Holiday Dinner.” His grin stretched further. “I was.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t …” Clara’s voice trailed as she realized her memories were leading her right back down the path she didn’t want them to go. Of course, she didn’t recognize Ryan. She’d barely noticed anyone that night aside from a certain spoiled heir

whom she was no longer thinking about. “It’s fine. I don’t think I really talked to anyone aside from a few contributors. Although, they were all very impressed with you.” Her cheeks flushed at the teasing tone in his warm voice. Clara set her books on the table, trying not to sound embarrassed as she asked, “Me?” Ryan sat down across from her. “Of course. Beauty, brains, and a sweetheart? You’re a triple threat.” “Uh, thanks.” Clara’s soft smile didn’t reach her eyes. The endearment pricked at her throat like tiny needles. Adam called her sweetheart. But Ryan didn’t know that, and Clara was determined not to let Adam get to

her. She needed to hold her chin up high and look to her future like she’d promised herself the day she had arrived at her dorm. Clara caught Ryan’s kind, green stare again. He was sweet, in the boy next door sort of way. “So, tell me,” he asked, “what’s a girl like you doing here on a Saturday night? Wouldn’t you rather be out partying?” “A girl like me?” she asked with a suspicious eyebrow raised. Ryan’s face fell in panic. “I didn’t mean—” Clara’s smile broke into laughter. “It’s fine. I’m messing with you.” Ryan’s cheeks turned red, but his body relaxed as they fell into a steady,

quiet conversation. He was easy to talk to and in another life, he might have been a perfect match for her. He was a sophomore, smart, and knew what he wanted in life. “Marketing,” he said when she asked what field he was going into. “How about you?” “I’m still figuring it out.” she lied. Over the last few months, Clara realized how much she enjoyed helping Adam with his papers. The grateful look on his face was well worth the work. She was thinking of becoming an editor. But admitting that could raise questions she didn’t want to answer. Ryan didn’t push the topic. Instead, he eased into asking what her plans were

for the summer. To her surprise, he was not the type of guy to go out and party every night. He preferred to catch up on world events or hang out with friends … sober. They chatted like old friends. There were no hidden innuendoes or flirtatious banter. It was comfortable, and Clara’s wounded heart wondered what it would be like to have a guy like him by her side. He was definitely easy on the eyes, but she knew it was a silly notion. Clara had tasted what it was like to be desired with such intensity it would haunt every potential relationship to come. Damn him, she thought. Clara forgot about the time until Mrs. Evans, the head librarian, approached

their table to tell them the library would be closing soon. “I’m so sorry,” Clara replied. “Lost track of time.” Mrs. Evans smiled warmly as Clara packed her things and headed for the door. Ryan remained by her side. He even offered to carry her books, but she politely turned him down. She didn’t want to lead him on. Not when she was shamefully comparing him to another man. She would have to get Adam far from her mind before she even thought about someone new. It was only fair. To her relief, Ryan didn’t ask for her number. Instead, he handed her a slip of paper with his, saying she could call him anytime. Clara smiled up at him,

appreciating what he was doing. It was no secret that something had gone on between her and Adam. She was sure the entire student body knew, including a few teachers. But Ryan didn’t pounce the moment Clara was back on the market like so many of the females did to Adam. Instead, he waited for an opportunity and put the choice in her hands. For a moment, Clara considered telling him she would call, but decided on “I’ll see you around.” Ryan nodded and they parted ways. Clara slipped his number in the front of her notebook for safekeeping. She was a building away when Adam stumbled out of the shadows. “What the hell, Adam?” she said as

she clenched her chest. Her heart was racing from the sudden realization that she was not alone on the dim pathway towards the dorms. “What are you doing out here?” His speech was just as clumsy as his feet. “Rose said you were here. I-I wanted to talk, but when I got here, you were already talking to someone else.” “Are you drunk?” “No,” he lied and failed at keeping his towering body from swaying. “You seeing him now?” There was an edge to his voice that annoyed Clara to no end. How dare he be angry that someone else was interested! Wanting to cause him the same amount of pain he’d caused her,

Clara said, “What if I am? You no longer get a say. You forfeited that when we broke up.” Adam’s head slumped in shame. Part of her wanted to run to his side, but she forced her feet to remain still. “I’m sorry,” he said. He sounded like he was on the verge of breaking. “I’m so sorry. I know I don’t deserve to be forgiven or anything, but I just wanted you to know that.” Clara lifted her chin and held onto Adam’s hazy stare. She told herself she wasn’t going to forgive him, but seeing him again made all those emotions come flooding back. “I can’t do this,” she said as she tried to scurry around him.

“Wait.” Grabbing her arm, he tried to hold her in place. His touch was too familiar. In the last few days, her mind had replayed the addicting feeling of having his hands on her. Now it felt like a thousand volts rushing through her. It took a great deal of pride to keep from falling back into his arms. “After finals,” he began, “the guys and I are having an end of the year party at my place. I know the last thing you want is to be near me, but I couldn’t have survived this year without you, so I wanted to invite you anyways. Rose is coming, and the guys miss you. So I promise to stay out of your way if you do come.”

Clara tried to remain composed as his words set in. Wiggling out of his grasp, she said, “I have to go.” His face fell, but she refused to let guilt wrap itself around her. Turning her back, she commanded her feet carry her as far away as possible. Tears swelled up in the corner of her eyes, causing the objects in her path to blur together. She couldn’t forgive him. Not because his betrayal was beyond second chances, but because she’d forgiven him the moment she had confronted him at the Spring Festival. And that broke her pride more than any unfaithfulness could.

Chapter Twenty-Three Adam gazed down at the party from the banister of the second floor. Music vibrated off the walls. His mother was gone for the weekend, making a trip to Benson to speak with his Uncle Jeff about the direction Adam’s future was headed. Right now he felt like his future was going right down the shitter. Sure, Jeff was impressed by Adam’s determination at the office, and thanks to Luke, he would pass his finals, but for some reason, he couldn’t be happy about it. “Good turn out,” Luke said from beside him. Adam nodded his reply. Half the

student body was there, drinking their way through the many kegs and bouncing from room to room. He should have patted himself on the back but instead, he sulked. Sulked as he looked down at the future and the empire he would rule alone. When he’d seen Ryan Winters talking to Clara in the library with that hopeful look in his eyes, it took everything Adam had not to storm in there and throw Ryan through the shelves. He’d never hated the guy before. In truth, he barely knew Ryan aside from the few classes they’d taken together. She deserved better, Adam told himself. Ryan Winters was better. He didn’t

have some family name everyone feared, or worse, envied. Ryan was a nobody, and yet he had everything. Soon he would have Clara, and Adam could only blame himself. “Are you even listening?” Luke cut through his thoughts. “What? Yeah.” The tone in his voice lacked conviction. To avoid Luke’s doubting stare, Adam sipped his drink. The taste of whiskey hit his tongue first, followed by the perfect mix of bitters and a sweet hint of simple syrup. An old fashioned. Strong, just the way he liked it. “You analyzing it?” Luke asked with a cocked eyebrow. “It’s a good drink.” Adam attempted

sarcasm, but Luke saw right through it. Fortunately, Luke turned his attention to the people on the first floor and said, “Two o’clock. Brunette. Thoughts?” Adam’s hazy gaze searched the room before settling on the petite woman Luke motioned to. She was pretty, but Adam liked them taller, roughly five-six. With warm brown eyes. “Not interested.” “I didn’t mean for you,” Luke said as if Adam was the most oblivious guy in the room. “Come on. Where’d my wing man go?” Adam’s attention snapped to his friend. “What about Rose?” “Please, she’s one argument away from dumping my ass. It was fun, but the chase is over.”

“Then why not end it?” The lines on Luke’s forehead crinkled. Adam was sure his friend’s confused stare had everything to do with the fact that Adam never cared about relationship statuses before. It was always Adam who encouraged Luke to walk, or run, away from anything that would bind him to one woman. But that was all B.C. Before Clara. The thought of her and Ryan Winters sent him gulping down his drink. If his thoughts continued going down that dark path, Adam would need a refill long before the ice melted. Following Adam to the nearest wet bar, Luke said, “Oh come on. You know

how it is. I can tell Rose is done with me but why end it when she’s still putting out?” Something ignited the anger within him, and before Adam could process his actions, Luke was pinned against the wall. “What the hell?” Luke asked. Seeing the confused shock in Luke’s eyes was enough to make Adam snap out of it. “Sorry. I just …” He sounded unsure, even to his own ears. Hearing the weakness in his voice added to the anger in his next words. “Just end it.” Storming out of the room, Adam replayed his actions. That was Clara’s best friend Luke was talking about. The level of disrespect in his friend’s voice

pissed Adam off to the very core, which didn’t make a lick of sense. Luke was his closest friend. Adam knew him better than anyone, even Deacon. Luke talked a big game, but he was classic Casanova, not a player. He knew how to gently let a woman go in such a way they could maintain a friendship after it. Sort of. Many still looked at Luke all doeeyed, but there were no jealous cat fights or rumors about how Lucius Conroy was a self-centered, arrogant ass who used women for his own pleasure and then tossed them aside without a single apology or plausible explanation. No, that title belonged to the king himself.

If Luke was talking a big game about hooking up with some brunette before ending things with Rose, it meant he was actually hurt by Rose’s loss of interest. He was just too stubborn to admit it aloud. King Beaumont, Adam mused as he stormed down the stairs, rudely bumping into the students around him. They didn’t care about his home. They would trash it in the name of an epic end-of-the-yearparty. King Beaumont, seducer of women and continuous fuck up. A low, humorless chuckle rolled into his drink. But why was he the only one bearing the weight of the title? Didn’t it take two? Where were the torches and

hunting party chasing after those little witches in their skimpy dresses and mountains of cleavage? No one cared what they did. The gossiping masses only sharpened their knives when the big game came out to play. Adam wasn’t stupid. He knew the partiers around him were there for one reason. His name. They hung on his every action, ready to pounce the second he did something gossip worthy. It was the Beaumont curse. They would betray him just as fast as they accepted his invites to glamorous events or massive parties. He knew Luke and Deacon were his only true friends, and that sprung from a lifetime of building loyalty. “Adam,” Corin called from behind

him. With one solid slap to the shoulder, Corin was by his side, looking every bit like the leader of the hunting party. “I’ve been looking for you.” “Why?” he asked without hesitation. It was no secret that Corin reveled in the fact that he and Clara had split. If Adam didn’t know better, he’d think Corin had planned it himself. The guy’s smile was a lot broader than it had been in months. “I was wondering if you knew when Clara was showing up?” Adam gritted his teeth. Just the sound of Corin’s smug tone irritated him to the core. It was past midnight. They both knew the chances of Clara coming were slim to none. “Why would she show

up?” Mock surprise filled Corin’s face. “Oh? I thought Marcus said you invited her. I mean, I don’t know why she would after the way you fucked her over, but …” Adam bit down on his tongue to keep from tearing off Corin’s head. The taste of iron filled his mouth. Corin was taunting him and Adam wasn’t going to bite. Corin let his words hang in the air, filling Adam with guilt, but the truth in them was enough to drain Adam of both the energy and desire to fight. “But don’t worry,” Corin continued in Adam’s silence. “I’ll make sure she forgets all about you this summer.” It was an arrow to the back. Adam’s

eyes snapped to Corin’s. There was a glimpse of malicious excitement lingering beneath their dark surface. “What do you mean?” Adam asked. An arrogant smile was plastered on Corin’s face. “I didn’t tell you? My father is opening another Sander’s Sports and Co. right between Rouen and Kleinbrook. I’ve talked my father into giving Clara’s dad a job in management.” Adam wanted to punch that smirk right off his face. He suddenly understood why Corin wanted to secure another year in the apartment. Mr. Sander had spent years building a name in sports equipment and top brand hunting gear. It was a smart business

move expanding to smaller towns, especially those who spent most free time outdoors. “Congrats. But what does that have to do with Clara’s father?” From what Adam remembered, Gorge Wright owned a small shop in Kleinbrook. Why would he give that up to manage a sports store? As if sensing his question, Corin said, “His shop is going under. Has been since his wife got sick and they moved. I told you how our parents were the best of friends back then, right?” Adam glared at the arrogance in his voice. It was an over-stretched truth meant to piss him off. Adam sipped at his drink. The taste of the whiskey was fading, watered down by the melting ice.

“Well,” Corin continued, “it was just too easy to remind the old man about Gorge. A few phone calls were made, and I’ll be damned if the old coot doesn’t take the position. It would be stupid not too. And just think how grateful Clara will be.” “You’re an idiot if you think she’ll throw herself at you just because you got her dad a better job.” Burning with irritation, Adam pushed past him, sending Corin stumbling into a group of partiers. There was no way Adam was going to stand there and listen as Corin shove his idiotic plans in his face. Why was Corin so obsessed with getting Clara anyways? The guy had failed years ago. Why did he think

anything would change now? In fact, he’d only seemed mildly interested until Adam had set his sights on her. Now there wasn’t just one guy after Clara, but two. The thought of anyone having her the way he did brought out a very possessive side of him. He didn’t care if it was chauvinistic. Clara was his. He didn’t want some other guy being something better for her. He wanted to be that something better. The phrase about knowing what was good before it’s gone came to mind. But it was useless. She was gone. Even outside of the library, she could not wait to get as far away from him as possible. Out of all his screw ups over the years, this was the one he felt the most

guilty about. It was a defeated feeling. Adam had the sudden desire to kick everyone out of his home. Their happy presence was like nails on a chalkboard. He was steps away from the front door when it opened, bringing new guests with it. Adam froze, blinking twice as he focused on the woman before him. “Clara,” he said, half greeting, half questioning. He blinked a few more times, making sure she wasn’t a hallucination brought on by a guilty conscience and too much alcohol. She stared back at him, something twisting in her warm brown eyes. She wore a simple, yellow sundress that hugged around her waist but flowed

perfectly over her curves. A lump the size of the party grew in Adam’s throat. He knew each of those beautiful curves intimately. The thought made his loss that much harder to swallow. The desire to run his fingers through her loose curls and pull her to him was almost unbearable. She was here. But why? Why had she come? An unexpected sense of hope rushed through him, causing him to take a step closer. But Clara averted her gaze and pulled Rose through the crowd and away from where Adam stood, paralyzed. He watched as she was swallowed up by the mob around them. He should have felt discouraged. Hell, he should have taken it as the biggest, “I’m not here for

you,” sign, but Luke’s words echoed in his memory. She’ll come back.

Chapter Twenty-Four Clara moved through the crowd with measured steps. Why did she come? A series of hollow excuses came rushing to her aid. She wanted to show him who had the upper hand, that she wasn’t some broken damsel in distress. She was going to make him jealous by shamelessly flirting with the first attractive guy who looked her way. That would teach him not to take Clarabelle Paige Wright for granted. Her perfect plan flew out the window when she walked into the party and saw him standing there with a shocked look on his beautiful face. He’d never expected her to come.

Was it an invitation out of pity? Was it a test to see if she was stupid enough to go walking right back into the lion’s den? Clara was seconds away from bolting when something else flashed through her mind. She wasn’t going to let him win. He didn’t expect her to show up? Well then, tough tits. She was there now and she damn well wasn’t going to limp away like a scared pup. He’d invited her. He would have to deal with it. “Are you all right?” Rose said as she handed Clara a drink. “Of course,” she yelled. The music blared, but Clara didn’t mind. It helped drown out the thoughts of a certain pig-

headed man who would not be named. Needing a distraction, she said, “Let’s go dance.” They glided through the crowd and into the living room. Over the past few months, Clara had learned this place inside and out. The chairs and sofas were moved to the sides of the large room to accommodate the large crowd. Clara fell into the beat with the pounding music, pushing away the memories of every intimate night they’d shared. It was stupid and pointless to remember such things. No good would come from thinking about the way it tickled when his hands brushed over her soft stomach, or the way they would laugh as she failed to wiggle out of his

embrace. Stop it, she commanded her thoughts. Why him? Why did he have to have such an effect on her? No one else had ever come close to making her feel the way Adam did. “Clara,” Corin greeted her from behind. “Glad you came.” Clara sent him a soft smile, turning as he danced awkwardly between her and Rose. Without a doubt, Corin could be Adam’s equal. Smart. Established family name. Heck, if she were honest with herself, Corin was equally attractive. But Corin had never evoked such feelings within her. Maybe it was the way he radiated that conceited I-getwhat-I-want vibe.

In the back of her mind, an annoying voice reminded her, Adam had that vibe too. Didn’t he? Clara glared inwardly and continued to dance. She wanted to feel carefree again. Searching for a safe distraction, she thought about the study abroad programs. The one that pulled her interest the most was Paris. It was a win-win. She could visit a place she would never have the money to go, and she would get away from Beaumont University without losing her scholarship. Clara’s thoughts were lost in her perfect plan when Corin began closing in on her. His hand brushed her waist as he tried to pull her into a dance. That is

if grinding his unwanted hips against her was considered dancing. “Excuse me,” she said as she pushed past him and Rose. “You guys stay. I just need some air.” To her relief, they both listened and stayed dancing where they were. Clara shuffled through the crowd. She was almost to the back sunroom when she spotted Luke coming her way. The curse that slipped past her lips was muffled in the crowd as she lowered her head, hoping he wouldn’t see her. “Oh thank God,” she murmured as he continued on his path. Clara really liked Luke, but the last thing she wanted was to have an awkward moment between ex-girlfriend and best friend. She’d

thought she was ready for it, but she was wrong. Dead wrong. Coming here was a mistake, she thought as she walked through the sunroom and towards the backyard patio. Adam called it a sunroom. Exotic atrium or tropical winter garden would have been more appropriate terms. It was another reminder of how different they were. Even when her family lived in Trousdale, long before her mother had become ill, Clara’s life wouldn’t have come close to the one Adam lived. Outside, on the less crowded patio, the warm night breeze helped carry her troubles away. Clara found a vacant spot on the large stone bench that encircled the area. In the center, a fire blazed.

Three girls stood next to it, absorbed in a slurred conversation. Clara smiled. The best part about being sober at a party was listening to the drunks around her. It was amusing. Or it was until the conversation turned to a topic Clara was desperate to avoid. “I’m telling you,” a brunette said, “his parties are awesome, but you don’t ever want to date him. Ever.” A petite blonde nodded her head, trying to follow her friend’s words. “But what if it was just like, one date?” “Oh honey, no,” the third friend said. A slight southern accent danced around her drunken slurs. “But you know who would be worth it? Corin Sander, his

best friend.” Wrong, Clara thought. The brunette nodded. “Ooo and he’s just as gorgeous.” “And rich.” “And you wouldn’t have to worry about him screwing around on you.” Wrong again, Clara mused. She wasn’t sure if the girls were trying to set their blonde friend up with him, or just discussing which guy would make a better date, but she laughed at how wrong they were. Corin was a vain jerk who would dump whoever he was with the second someone better came along. He had a dangerous temper too. His parents paid more than one pretty penny to keep past fights from turning

into assault charges. She remembered all too well the time he almost beat another boy within an inch of his life, all because of some trash talking during the championship football game. Sure, Corin might have grown up a bit since then, but Clara still didn’t trust him. Temper like his didn’t go away by being brushed under the rug. “But wasn’t he dating someone earlier this year?” the blonde asked, swaying from foot to foot. “Yeah, some girl named Natalie or something,” the southern belle replied. “I think she’s Olivia’s friend. Or maybe roommate.” The brunette made a disgusted sound. “Olivia Pierce? I can’t stand her. She’ll

spread her legs for just about anyone if it means she gets what she wants. Gawd, I hate her.” “Ya don’t need to convince me. I went to high school with her and let me tell you, that girl didn’t become queen because of her smile.” The brunette laughed, but the blonde wrinkled her nose and said, “Eww and Adam is sleeping with her. Why do guys —hic—do that?” Clara would have chuckled at the girl’s unfortunate hiccup stage of drunkenness if she weren’t so irritated by her words. She hated the idea of being replaced so fast. “Please,” the brunette said with a perfect eye roll, “I know Olivia made

that whole thing up. She was just pissed because he started seeing that one girl. What was her name?” Clara froze. Her heart pounded as she turned her attention back to her drink. She didn’t like being talked about. Or worse, get caught eavesdropping as a group of drunken girls gossiped about her. “Annabelle.” “No,” the brunette said with narrowed eyes. “It was something else.” “Why would—hic—Olivia do that?” the blonde asked, interrupting the great name debate. As the girls discussed the truthfulness of the rumors, Clara’s mind soared. Adam was right. These people

who stood in his house knew nothing about him, and yet they drank his booze and judged him based on rumors. Even if the stories were somewhat true, there was so much more to him than the reputation. He was caring and considerate and sometimes extremely silly. Clara knew why she came to the party. It wasn’t to make him jealous or show him what he was missing. No, she came for a much simpler reason. He’d asked her to. Clara glanced up at his bedroom window. What was she going to do? She still cared about him, but did they even stand a second chance? With restless fingers, she pulled out her phone. She

wanted to go back to her dorm, but she knew Rose wouldn’t be ready to leave yet. As she flipped through her contacts, her fingers hovered over Ryan’s name. His number was placed in there as a security blanket waiting to be used. Maybe she could call him? He was nice and easy enough to talk to. And he was clearly interested in being more than a friend. Groaning, Clara’s eyes wandered back up to Adam’s window. The light flickered on. Like a good little moth, she rose and let her feet carry her back inside. All thoughts of Ryan and his charming compliments were left on the patio. The staircase was packed, but she moved around the people with ease,

thinking about the first time she’d taken each step. The memory of Adam pushing her against the wall and kissing her senseless came flooding to the front of her mind. That was the way she wanted to feel again. Desired. The light poured out from under the bedroom door. Clara froze. What was she doing? Was she really just going to walk up to the door and knock? Twisting on her heel, Clara leaned against the rail and looked down at the party. She needed to collect her thoughts. What would she say to him? What if he wasn’t alone? The last question cut into her like a knife. He could easily have another woman in there with him. Her rational

side came running to her aid, reminding her the lights would most likely be off if that were the case. For a brief moment, Clara relaxed. “I was wondering where you ran off to,” Corin said as he forced his way to her side and flashed a winning smile. Clara wasn’t impressed. “Just enjoying the party,” she lied. “Where’s Rose?” Corin shrugged. “Talking to Luke. You know, whenever you want to leave, I’d be happy to take you.” I’m sure you would. The last thing she wanted was to go anywhere with Corin, especially when he was drunk. Judging by the detached look in his bloodshot eyes, he was passed the point

of lucid. “No, I’m good. But thanks.” Corin pressed on. “Well, let me know if you change your mind. I’m kinda surprised you even came.” “I was invited.” At the annoyed look on her face, he slurred, “I know. It’s just after everything, I figured you’d never come around again.” Corin’s hand ran up the length of her arm, causing her to shudder. “I’m glad you did. And if you ever want to talk or just need a distraction, I’m always here for you.” Corin leaned closer, the smell of booze assaulting her senses. “I’m very good at distractions.” A pool of bile rose in the back of her throat. She needed a few more hands to count how many girls he’d hooked up

with in the past semester alone. There was no way she was buying anything that came out of his drunken mouth. Pushing Corin’s hand away, she said, “Thanks, but no thanks.” “Oh come on, Clara. How long are you gonna play hard to get?” Clara’s jaw dropped. A few nice words and she was expected to throw herself at him? She let her words fill up with as much iciness as she could. “How long before you take the hint? I’m. Not. Interested.” Clara turned to leave before Corin did something stupid, but his rough grip held her in place. “Why not?” he asked. From the look on his face, he was downright pissed, but Clara didn’t care.

Before she could reply, he cruelly added, “Or am I not rich enough for your taste? Is that it? Because you put out for Adam pretty fast, and all he had to do was buy you a book.” Clara couldn’t stop her hand from swinging around and colliding with his face. Those around them stared in complete shock. “You little bitch,” he spat. Corin removed his hand from his cheek and stalked forward. The crazed look in his eye said he was not the type of man who cared that she was weaker than him. Or a woman. In the distance, Clara heard someone gasp as Corin’s hand rose. Her body

tensed, unable to escape his coming assault. “Don’t you fucking touch her,” Adam’s deep voice yelled, his hand catching Corin’s arm mid-swing. He was between them within seconds. Clara’s head spun as they began screaming at each other. She caught brief bits of “your little whore” and “get out of my house.” That’s when it started. Corin’s fists swung in the air between them. Clara retreated backward, her shoulders hitting the wall. It was Adam who took the blow, but Clara had felt the pain burst in her chest. Again, Corin swung. Adam deflected, keeping his arms

up, protecting his face. Clara couldn’t breath. It was like watching a horrific dance. She wanted Adam to knock him out, to end the fight, but Corin was like a rabid animal, unstable in every way. “Had enough?” Adam asked, shoving Corin away for the third time. Corin slammed into the banister of the second floor. The sound of his hard back colliding with wood filled Clara’s ears. Why wasn’t Adam fighting back? It was as if he was just trying to get Corin to give up and leave, but Corin replied by sending a fist across Adam’s face. Clara looked at the people around her, praying someone would step in to help, but no one did. They all stood

back, watching as the two men tore each other apart. Why wasn’t anyone helping? Why were they just standing there amused? She couldn’t take anymore. Corin was a mess when sober. Drunk, he was dangerously unpredictable. “Stop it!” she yelled, anger ripping through her. “Just stop it!” For the briefest of moments, Corin paused. Adam barred his shoulder into Corin’s chest, sending him flying backward. Catching his breath, Corin looked between Clara and Adam. Anger flashed in his dark eyes. “Just leave,” Adam said through strained breath. “You’re not wanted here.”

“What a match.” The ferocity in Corin’s voice sent chills down her spine. He looked at Adam. “The constant fuck up,” he said before turning his gaze to Clara, “and the girl stupid enough to stand by him.” Clara felt a heavy weight lift off her shoulders as Corin turned toward the stairs. Adam broke the silence as he hurried to her side and asked, “Are you okay?” Before Clara could answer, Corin rushed forward, catching them both off guard. Something flashed in the light as his fist slammed into Adam’s side. Clara tried to scream, but the sound caught in her throat. Adam staggered back, and Corin

drew his hand back a second time, a sharp blade clutched between his fingers. Just as Corin’s arm swung, Adam charged forward, throwing Corin against the banister with such force the wood cracked. Screams filled the hall as Corin fell from the second story. Adam staggered again, falling back against the wall. Clara couldn’t focus on the chaos that buzzed around her. She could only rush towards Adam. Kneeling beside him, her hands fluttered between his face and the blade in his side. Something told her to leave it, but she fought against the desire to take away the pain. “Somebody help him!” she screamed. “Call 911!”

She heard the distant sound of calls being made as students ran around the house. Some fled the second trouble began like terrified ants losing their prized hill. Others were frozen, still trying to process what had happened. “Clara,” Adam said. “I’m sorry for —” “Shhh.” She tried to keep him quiet. On the inside, she was losing her mind, but something told her to keep him calm. If only she could get her hands to stop shaking. “It will be okay. You’ll be okay.” “No. I—” “Stop.” Clara covered his mouth with her fingers. “You’re going to be okay.”

She tried not to look at the blood that was soaking into his dark blue shirt. She didn’t want to think about losing him. That would make the tears at the corners of her eyes come rushing down. He was going to be okay. He had to be okay. “Just hold on. You’ll be okay,” she repeated. “Look at me, damn it! You are going to be okay.” Adam’s blue eyes found hers, twitching like he couldn’t focus. “You’ll be okay,” she said, not knowing if she believed it. But she had to. The alternative would not be accepted. Clara glanced at his wound and instantly regretted it. He was losing blood fast. If an ambulance didn’t make

it soon … No, she would not think about that. Swallowing hard, she said, “Hang in there, Adam. Do you hear me? Stay with me. You have to stay with me.” He slowly nodded, leaning into her arm as his eyelids flickered. “No,” she cried. “No, you have to stay with me. Please. You have to. I—” Her voice cracked, unable to keep the tears at bay. “I love you.” She didn’t know if he heard her through the broken sobs. “You have to stay with me, damn it! I love you.” The feeling of helplessness sunk into her every bone. All she could do was hold him tight as his eyelids drifted shut.

Chapter Twenty-Five Clara paced back and forth along the hallway. A full day had passed, but last night’s events were still playing over and over in her head. She couldn’t believe Corin had been stupid enough to attack Adam, and yet, something told her she shouldn’t be as surprised as she was. Corin was always one fight away from ending up in serious trouble. But this was Adam he’d attacked. Fresh tears fell down her cheeks. She hadn’t been allowed to ride with him in the ambulance, but Deacon had been sober enough to drive them all to the hospital. Clara could have, but being without a car put her at a huge

disadvantage. That and she couldn’t stop shaking. After hours of sitting in one spot, she had fallen asleep on Rose’s shoulder and hadn’t heard about his condition since. When she had finally woken, Luke, Rose, and Deacon wandered down to the cafeteria for food, but Clara couldn’t stand being away from the waiting room. They’d promised to bring her something back. Clara turned and began to pace the floor for the umpteenth time when Mrs. Beaumont exited the main hall. Clara froze, watching Angela lean over the nurses’ station. If only she could hear what his mother was saying. Pulling away, Angela turned her attention

towards Clara. Before Angela had a chance to speak, Clara blurted, “How is he?” “He’s fine. He lost a lot of blood, but no major organs were hit. He was extremely lucky.” A warm smile crept across her lips. “I want to thank you. Adam tells me you were by his side until the paramedics arrived.” Clara nodded, her voice trapped in her throat. Angela gestured to a nearby chair. “He also tells me you two have been seeing each other the past few months.” Now Clara really didn’t know what to say. She began stuttering over her words, but Angela cut her off. “It’s all right,” Angela said. “I’ll tell

you the same thing I told my son. I’m happy for him. In fact, I was thrilled the moment he introduced us. But he is just like his father was. The second you tell him to do something, he does the opposite.” “I don’t follow,” Clara replied. “His father wasn’t perfect. He had many faults, and yet I loved him from the moment I met him twenty-four years ago. Even through his affairs, not that Adam ever needs to know that.” Clara’s jaw dropped. “Affairs? As in …” Angela nodded. “I never wanted my son to grow up with those same loose morals. I might have been a little hard on him this year, but I thought it was for the

best.” “How—” Clara bit her tongue, unsure if she were about to ask too much. “Go on,” Angela told her. “How could you forgive him after that? Edward, I mean.” “I don’t think I ever did. Not completely. But we had an image to keep. And despite his faults, he was still a good man, and he always provided for his family.” A sad smile spread across Angela’s face, her eyes almost the same beautiful color as her son’s. “Adam’s future was always far more important to me than any infidelity. I’m not excusing my husband’s behavior, but I have always done what I thought was best for

my son.” “Why are you telling me this?” Clara asked before she could stop herself. “Because years ago my husband’s actions cost him his relationship with Adam. Adam was changed because of it. And not for the better.” Clara swallowed hard. “You knew about …” “Vivian?” Angela’s thin brow rose in the perfect arch. “How could I not? It was obvious something big tore apart the relationship between my husband and Adam. Then Adam announced he broke up with her, a girl he was crazy about at the time. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.” The air around them grew heavy with memories of the past. Angela

took a deep breath. “And you stayed with him.” Clara shook her head, taking it all in. While Adam kept the secret to spare his mother’s heartbreak, she was protecting his future. Angela nodded. A soft smile grew on her lips. The poised woman Clara knew as Dean Beaumont slipped away, replaced by someone carefree as she said, “You want to know something else? I never liked that girl.” “What?” Clara asked as if they were a pair of gossiping friends. “Sure, she was beautiful but just like the rest of them. At eighteen, you’d have thought she was inheriting a crown.” Angela’s tone turned solemn. “Power

and money have a way of changing some people.” Clara’s hands twitched in her lap as she listened. She didn’t know what she had done to deserve such raw honestly from someone as successful and put together as the Angela Beaumont. But perhaps that was why Angela was sharing such intimate details. Adam and his mother lived in a world where eyes were always on them. Had his mother ever been able to open up to anyone about the secrets of her marriage? The urge to shield them both from the watchful public surged through Clara, and she found herself asking, “Why share this with me?” Angela held Clara’s stare. “Because

I think Adam’s found someone who makes him want to be a better man. And it’s important for her to understand the world he lives in, and the pressure it brings. Although, I have no doubt that she couldn’t handle it.” With another smile, Angela added, “In fact, she could probably handle it far better than I ever could.” Clara’s cheeks flushed as she realized Mrs. Beaumont was giving her blessing. “Are you still angry at him?” she asked boldly, recalling the rant Angela gave as she’d tore through the hospital looking for her son. Apparently, the sudden airline flight she had to take back to Rouen had not cooled his mother’s temper after finding out her

grown child had thrown a party that sent him to the ER. “I’m just happy he’s okay.” Catching Clara’s gaze, she asked, “Do you love him?” Clara’s heart almost stopped. Words flew around her head in a jumbled mess. With a deep breath, she replied, “More than anything.” Angela nodded. “Go see him. He hasn’t stopped asking for you. Demanded, really.” Clara laughed lightly. Leave it to Adam to lie in a hospital bed and still dish out commands. With unsure legs, Clara walked towards his room. “There you are,” Adam said as she entered.

“Hey,” she uttered. He looked like a wounded animal. Her throat began to swell again, but she commanded the tears to stay in their place. “Your mom told me to come in.” “Well, it’s about time. I was dying to see you hours ago. Come here,” he said with open arms. “Good news. Doc says I’ll be okay.” Clara nodded, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. “Yeah I heard. You lost a lot of blood, but no major organs were hit.” “Good thing Corin is a lousy shot.” Clara wanted to laugh with him, but the last few overwhelming hours stole any happiness from her veins. “What’s going to happen to him?”

“Mother said he’s in ICU, but he’ll be okay. Out of campus policy, he’ll be expelled, and we have enough witnesses to press charges. I’ll get off on selfdefense, but she also wants a restraining order filed.” “Good,” she said, smiling at his words. Guess Momma Beaumont doesn’t like her only cub to be messed with. She was beginning to like the dean more and more. Fishing for conversation, she added, “Luke and Rose broke up.” Adam tilted his head. “I figured. Rose is too good for him anyways.” Still unable to speak, Clara laughed. What did one say after the night they’d had? Her mind soared back to the

moment she’d thought she lost him. “So,” he began, breaking the silence. His grin stretched ear to ear. “Word on the street says you love me.” Clara’s face flushed red. “You heard that.” “Wouldn’t mind hearing it again.” Clara tried to stay calm, but the blood in her cheeks began to rise. She could have lied, but one look into his storm-filled eyes, and there was no denying it. “Fine. I love you, Adam Beaumont. Despite my better judgment, I love you.” A huge smile flashed across his face as he pulled her into a kiss. “I love you too,” he said against her lips. “And I was stupid to let you go. Clara, I’m so

sor-” “Stop,” she said, pressing her fingers against his mouth. “I know. And, right now, I just want to forget about all this and move forward. With you.” He replied with a lazy smile that sent her heart into overdrive. Clara pulled away, looking at him like some sort of prize she’d never expected to win. Adam drove her downright crazy, and yet, she couldn't deny the fact that her happiest, most carefree moments always began with him by her side. This was not the way her year at Beaumont University was supposed to be. Nor was she was supposed to fall for Adam, let alone love him, and yet she did. She did with all her heart.

Adam reached for her hand, rubbing his thumb along her open palm. Oh, how easy it was to lose herself in his touch. Desire flashed in his eyes as he pulled her back into the kiss. She responded instantly, kissing him back with everything she had. The heat building inside her was near sweltering, sending her wanton thoughts in all the wrong directions. She knew they would have to take things slow for a while. Still, a girl could fantasize. "So when do you think you'll be fully healed?" she asked as her hand slid down his chest. Adam's voice hitched. "Not sure, but I know the nurses said they were done for the day, and visiting hours were

almost over ..." Clara shook her head, laughing. She knew exactly where his dirty thoughts were going. "I don't want to cause you any more pain." “A little pain might be worth it.” There was a storm brewing in his eyes again. Clara wanted to argue, but her gaze slipped towards the door of his private room and back to Adam, the man she’d thought she lost forever. She wanted to feel every inch of him against her, feel his heart beating against her chest. "Are you sure?" A mischievous smile pulled at his lips as he nodded. The heat in his stare ignited every inch of her skin as she

moved onto the bed, straddling him. She was careful not to put any pressure on his wound as she leaned forward and pulled him into another feverish kiss. He responded instantly, bringing his hands up to her waist. Adam pulled her closer for good measure. Despite all his screw ups, she was here. His perfect match. The lady and the temptress. She was the good girl who would be a little naughty just for him, but on top of everything, she loved him. He would be damned if he ever let her slip through his fingers again.

What’s Next?

The Country Rose Coming Summer 2016 “Come on, baby,” Rose cooed over the steering wheel for the hundredth time. “I know you can do it. We’re only an hour away.” The car whined as she turned the key with force. “I’ll get you that oil you like.” Apparently bribes were out of the question too. Rose knew she needed to call a tow truck, but as luck would have it, the Internet on her phone was moving as fast

as the planted wheels of her convertible. She was ready to bang her head against the steering wheel when a large red truck flew down the hill. It grew larger in her rearview mirror, dust flying in its flanks as it slowed. Rose’s heart pounded in her chest as she released whoever drove was pulling over, parking the shiny red beast in front of her. She was torn between relief of someone stopping to help her and the fear of stranger danger. She peered between her open driver door and the windshield as a large brown boot stepped out from the truck. Long jean covered legs followed. Rose’s breath caught in her throat as she followed those long legs up to their

owner. “Hey there,” the man said as he stalked forward, an easy smile chiseled on his face. His voice was smooth and rough all at the same time. Like spiked coffee, it pulled her into its warmth. “You need some help?” Rose was trapped between yes and no. Aunt Daphne’s voice whispered in her ear, telling this cowboy to hop back into his ride and drive off. On the other hand, Rose was a sucker for a great smile and even greater voice, and this man had both. If only his eyes weren’t hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses. Aunt Ava always said you could tell a man’s intentions by the look in his eyes. “Ma’am?” the man asked, pulling

Rose out of her trance. Her eyes widened behind her own shades. Heat rose in her cheek as she realized she was caught gawking at a perfect stranger. And boy, did he seem perfect, her thoughts added with a groan too filled with lust for Rose’s taste. “Sorry,” she said and stepped out of the car. “I’m not really sure what happened. It just sort of gave out.” “Mind if I take a look?” Rose nodded, not trusting her voice after another wave of his deep voice sent her hormones into overdrive. She watched quietly as the gorgeous stranger ducked his head under the hood and examined the engine. With his attention on the car, Rose’s eyes drifted,

following the drop of sweat that slid from the sandy blonde hair that hid under his navy cap and glided around his hard jaw. The hairs that speckled his chin were so light she never would’ve noticed them at a distance. Was it just her or did the warm air around them rise a few more degrees? The muscles in his toned arms flexed and tensed with each measured move as strong hands checked every inch of her engine. Lucky engine. Rose always admired a strong pair of arms and something about this man just screamed sex appeal. There wasn’t a single hole in his denim jeans or rip in his crisp blue and white plaid shirt, and yet Rose had the distinct feeling that he

knew just how to get down and dirty. “You say it won’t start?” he asked, turning towards Rose. She almost jumped at his sudden attention. Her heart raced as she pulled her wayward thoughts together. There was no way she was fantasizing about a complete stranger. Clearly, it’d been far too long since she had an actual man in her life. “Yeah, it had some problems coming over that hill and then that was it. The power completely shut down. Now it won’t start.” “Ever have any problems like that before?” The slight accent that rolled off his tongue hooked Rose in like a fish in a barrel.

Suddenly self-conscious, she pulled at the hem of her light pink sundress. “Once in a while it would sputter when I first started it up, but I’ve never had any problems after that.” The man nodded thoughtfully as he backed away from the hood, straightening his stance as he did. Woo boy, he was tall. Rose liked tall. There was nothing better than wearing a nice pair of heels next to a tall, gorgeous man. Well, maybe a few things better like wrapping those heels around the waist of the tall and gorgeous man. Now, she really needed to stop. She was thankful his gaze drifted down the road as he said, “Well, there’s a town about forty miles from here. It’s

probably the closest with a good repair shop. I can give you a lift there.” Rose wasn’t sure if it was a question or a command, but as she looked into the reflection of his dark shades, she realized he was waiting for her approval. Although she considered herself a bit of a social butterfly at school, this was a different story. They were in the middle of nowhere, and she didn’t know a thing about this man. Could she trust his help? Weighing her very limited options, she said, “I’m on my way to Briarville.” “You don’t say?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. For a moment, she felt his stare running over every inch of her. A traitorous quiver ran up her spine

at the thought that she might turn this country boy’s head, but it was a ridiculous idea. It had just been too long since she last dated anyone. “I guess that works out even better. Joe’s Repair Shop is in Briarville. So what do you say?” Rose pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she considered his offer. Growing up so close to the big city of Benson, Rose learned to never trust strangers. It was safer that way. On the contrary, the Internet on her phone was moving at snail’s speed. Who knew when she would be able to contact a towing company, and she couldn’t stand on the side of the road all day. But Rose wasn’t stupid. Just because

this man appeared to be a showstopper, it didn’t mean he wasn’t psycho. Crazy came in pretty packages too. Going against her better judgment, Rose said, “Okay.” The man flashed a killer smile as he dove into the back of his truck bed, pulling out a towing bar and hooking it to both of the vehicles before making his way back to his truck. Rose eyed the height of his red beast and instantly regretted accepting his help. Although it wasn’t the most monstrous of trucks, she would certainly show a little more than she intended once she tried to jump into the passenger seat. Why did she decide to wear a

summer dress? Because the south was a thousand degrees hotter than her little hometown, that’s why. “Need some help?” the man asked from the driver’s seat. “No,” she assured. Her Aunt Daph’s voice ranted in the back of her head again. There was no way she was going to act like the complete damsel in distress. Not after he was towing her baby to the nearest auto shop. Taking a deep breath, Rose planted the heel of her sandal into the side rail and hoisted herself into the passenger seat. She was sure he got a full view under her dress, but she wouldn’t let that worry her. Not today. The only thing that mattered was getting to Briarville one

way or another. “Thanks,” she said as she settled into the seat. The truck’s engine revved to life as the man tossed his shades on the dashboard. Rock music blasted from the stereo, causing them both to jump. Odd choice for a country boy, she thought, smiling to herself as she sized him up again. Quickly turning down the tunes, the man glanced over his shoulder and said, “Anytime. I’m Austen.” He gaze swept over her as he offered a lazy smile. Rose knew he was waiting for her to introduce herself, but she was too captivated by the color in his incredibly green eyes. Her heart revved

with the engine. This stranger was definitely dangerous. Dangerous to every part of her libido.

About Allison Allison Smith lives in North Carolina with her wonderful husband and their spoiled mutt, Bubba. When she is not diving into a new story, Allison enjoys traveling, cooking, reading, and day trips to downtown Raleigh. Her love of fairy tales inspired her first published novel, Tame the Beast. It was inspired by every version of Beauty of the Beast, but it is truly a tale all its own. You can find out more about Allison and her upcoming novels at Allisonsmithbook.com or follow her on twitter @allimyth