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Dark and stormy eyes flashed in my head.

“You have no idea.” With a sigh, I began working through my images from the morning session and pushed all thoughts of sexy, protective linebackers to the back of my mind.

I liked to take a walk at lunchtime. Sometimes I called my brother to make sure he hadn’t done anything stupid, like fighting, getting drunk, or forgetting to show up for work. He did that a lot.

Today I didn’t bother calling him. I didn’t text Diana either. I just wanted twenty minutes of free headspace.

I wanted peace and quiet, right up until I saw the Alabama Lions’ middle linebacker stroll across the quad without a care in the world. Noah looked entirely too relaxed for a man responsible for half of my problems today.

Well . . . I could fix that. If I was having a bad day, he could have one too.

I was probably going to regret it.

Chapter 15

Briar

I hurried after him.

He wasn’t heading to the athletic building; in fact, as he walked toward the library, I had a moment of panic that he was heading to my building. But he walked into the library, and I almost ran to catch up with him in case I lost him in there.

I was stalking him.

I knew what it was and what it looked like, and right then, I didn’t care.

I found him on the second floor in a meeting room, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he put away his headphones. He didn’t move as I slipped inside and closed the door.

Noah looked up. “Hey, how are you—” And then frowned as he sat back. “Well, you’re not Savvy.”

“Savvy?” The dean’s daughter? “She’s cheating on the QB? With you?”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Wow.” His fingers tapped the table in a quick drumbeat as he watched me. “You don’t like us much, do you?”

I felt foolish. “You’re meeting in a room with no one else. What else would you call it?” If I sounded defensive, it was because I was.

“It’s called tutoring.”

She was a student liaison. I forgot that. Well, that wasn’t at all embarrassing.

“Oh . . .” I reached behind me to grab the door handle. “I should go.”

“You followed me?” He looked amused at the thought.

“No.” Think Briar. “I was in here and saw you come in, and I wanted to talk to you about what happened earlier.”

His mouth lifted into a smirk, far too smug, and he leaned back, his eyes dancing with laughter. “You were in the library? Why?”

“Photos.” I patted my bag, which I didn’t have with me, and I hastily pretended I was patting my pocket where my phone was. “The top floor has a really good view of the stadium.”

I knew that he didn’t believe a word of what I was saying. “Mmhmm. You took that picture already, remember? The night you weren’t following Dust.”

Asshole.

“I never followed him! And anyway, it’s not a crime to take more than one picture of the same thing,” I snapped at him.

He leaned forward. “Can I see it?”

“See it?” I shoved my hands into my pockets, my fingers curling around the phone. “See what?”