Wait For You, Trust in Me: 2-Book Collection. J. Lynn

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      “Not like this. Look around.” He shoved the flashlight in his back pocket. “Besides the houses across the street, there are no city lights or towers everywhere. It’s just the sky.”

      “And cornfields,” I pointed out.

      He nodded. “Lots of cornfields.”

      We hit the paved portion of the lane and started toward the tower. “How long do you think this will take?” I asked.

      “Why? You got a hot date tonight?”

      I barked out a short laugh. “Uh, no.”

      One single dark brow arched up. “You sound like that’s an insane idea. That no one would go out on a Saturday night for a date.”

      Dropping the piece of hair I was playing with, I forced a casual shrug. “I’m not dating anyone.”

      “So why the rush?”

      Admitting that I was seriously uncomfortable being out here would be embarrassing and rude, so I said nothing.

      “Are you worried that I’ve brought you out here for my own nefarious plans?”

      I came to a complete stop. Knots formed in my stomach. “What?”

      Cam stopped and turned toward me. His grin slipped a notch. “Hey, Avery, I’m just joking. Seriously.”

      Heat swamped my cheeks and the knots unraveled, replaced by a strong feeling of total lameness. “I know. I’m just…”

      “Jumpy?” he supplied.

      “Yeah, that.”

      He studied me a moment longer and then started walking again. “Come on. It’ll be dark soon.”

      Trailing behind him, I pictured myself running straight into the old wooden fences and impaling myself on one of the pointy ends. God, I needed to get a grip. Not every guy was like Blaine. I knew that. Totally understood that. I wasn’t completely damaged by my affliction.

      On the other side of the tower, near the plaques, two students from our astronomy class sat on the bench, notebooks in their laps. They waved at us and as we waved back, Cam headed a little further down the wide parking lot and then veered off toward the grassy hill overlooking the dirt path of Bloody Lane.

      Cam picked a spot and pulled out the flashlight before he sat down. I hovered a few steps back, listening to the low hum of the crickets. The ground had dried out from yesterday’s weather, but even if it was wet, it wouldn’t have stopped me from sitting down. I was just too keyed up.

      “Join me?” Patting the spot beside him, he inclined his head. “Pretty please? I’m lonely all by myself over here.”

      Biting down on my lip, I sat a few feet away from him and then busied myself with finding my astronomy notebook. As I pulled it out, I glanced over at him and our eyes locked. I couldn’t look away. Intense. That was the first word that came to mind. His stare was intense, like he was seeing right through me.

      Clearing my throat, I fixed my attention on the notebook. Finally, Cam spoke. “What constellation are we supposed to be mapping.”

      He held the flashlight while I skimmed through my notes. “Um, the Corona Borealis, I think.”

      “Ah, the northern crown.”

      I glanced at him, brows raised. “You knew that off the top of your head?”

      He laughed. “I might not take notes, but I do pay attention.”

      I was pretty sure he slept through the vast majority of the class yesterday. I slid out the grid Professor Drage made for us and then the star map and found the Corona Borealis on it. “I really don’t understand how anyone sees shapes in the stars.”

      “Really?” He scooted over and peered over my shoulder. “The shapes are pretty obvious.”

      “Not to me. I mean, it’s just a bunch of stars in the sky. You can probably see whatever you want to see.”

      “Look at the Borealis.” He tapped his finger off the map. “It’s obviously a crown.”

      I laughed. “It does not look like a crown. It looks like an irregular half-circle.”

      He shook his head. “Look. You can see it now easily. That’s a crown. Come on, see the seven stars.”

      I tipped my head back as I grabbed a pen from my bag. “I see the seven stars, but I also see about a hundred other peeking out. I also see the cookie monster.”

      Cam burst into laughter. It was a nice sound, deep and rich. “You’re ridiculous.”

      My lips pulled into a smile as I hovered my pen over the grid. I had no idea what latitude line to start at. I glanced up toward the Borealis and managed to draw a line where I thought I should, connecting two dots.

      “You know where the name comes from?” When I shook my head, he reached over and took the pen from my hand. His fingers brushed mine, and I pulled my hand back, planting it in the lush grass. “It represents the crown given from the god Dionysus to Ariadne. When she married Bacchus, he placed her crown in the heavens in honor of their marriage.”

      I stared at him. “Professor Drage didn’t teach that in class.”

      “I know.”

      Leaning back, I studied him. “Then how did you know that?”

      “Why don’t you know that?”

      I cocked my head to the side, brows raised.

      “Okay. Maybe most people wouldn’t know that off the top of their head.” He twirled my pen between his fingers. “I actually took part of this class as a freshmen, but had to drop it.”

      “Really?”

      He nodded, but didn’t elaborate.

      “You’re, what, a junior?”

      “Yep. I ended up having to take a year off, which put me behind.”

      I wanted to ask why, but decided it was none of my business. “Why did you retake astronomy?” I decided that was a safe topic. “Is it a part of your major.”

      “No. I just like the class and Professor Drage.” He paused, flipping off the flashlight. “I’m studying recreation and sport. Would like to get into sport rehabilitation.”

      “Oh. Did you…” I trailed off as the girl behind us broke out into a fit of giggles. Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes widened.

      The two students from our class were definitely a couple or well on the way to becoming one. Their notebooks were forgotten on the bench. She was in his lap, their faces inches apart and his hand was slipped under the hem of her skirt.

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