Carolyn Arnold - McKinley 04 - Politics is Murder by Carolyn Arnold Read Free Book Online Page B

would understand her need to have time for herself. He would likely even encourage her, as he had before. She was truly blessed.
    Her mind not on the words of Harland at all, she surveyed the room and noticed a familiar student, a few rows down and one section over. She nudged Sean and pointed toward him.
    The guy must have felt their eyes on him because he looked over and smiled at her.
    “Seems to me he’s fallen really hard,” Sean whispered.
    It warranted another glare from the female student in front of them.
    “Sorry.” He offered his apology with a smile that had the girl rolling her eyes.
    It made Sara laugh. She recognized that type of student who was more focused on her studies than the opposite sex—not that she could relate. She had spent a lot of her youth dreaming of the day she’d find the right man and get married. Her thoughts collided with their discussion about a two-door versus a four-door and she realized that vision never included kids. It would soon be time they have that conversation.

     
    Professor Harland finished up and the students filtered out of the room. The girl who had been sitting in front of them cut another blazing stare in their direction as she went to leave her seat.
    “See the effect I had on her.” Sean laughed.
    “Some women don’t know what they’re missing, and now they’re never allowed to find out.” She touched his thigh and it shot shivers of carnal hunger through him.
    He glanced down at her hand on his leg and lifted his eyes to look at her, wishing they were anywhere but here at this moment.
    “Hello again.”
    The male student Sara had asked directions from earlier was standing there.
    “We meet again.” His eyes were on Sara when he spoke, and, after his words came out, a touch of red hit his cheeks. He adjusted the books in his arms and seemed to grip onto them tighter.
    “Yes, how lovely. I’m Sara and this is Sean.”
    “Justin.”
    There was an awkward few seconds of silence. Justin’s eyes flitted about the room but kept coming back to Sara.
    Sean couldn’t blame the kid, but if he didn’t turn things around, he’d never get a woman like Sara. One had to have self-confidence to begin with, and charm was another element the kid was missing.
    “Do you know most of the students in this class?” Sara asked.
    “Yes, well, their names anyway.”
    The way his eyes shifted away, Sean could fill in the blanks. Justin was an outsider and didn’t really fit in with any clique. It explained the floundering social nature and the hiding behind books. “So, you know Halie Davenport?” he asked.
    “Yes, she’s in a few of my classes. I haven’t seen her around campus in a few days, come to think of it.” There was a glint in Justin’s eyes, disclosing he wondered why they were there.
    “We’re literary agents.” Sean ignored Sara’s stare on his profile.
    Justin managed to point a finger from beneath the pile of books he held. “Looks like you met the wrong end of a mace bottle.”
    “You could say that.” He glimpsed at Sara, back to Justin.
    “One student really didn’t like the terms of our contract, but it is what it is. We don’t have the power to change it,” Sara said, playing along beautifully.
    There was a subtle smile on Justin’s face. “Agents, you said?”
    Sean nodded. “What about you? Are you looking to get published?”
    His eyes enlarged. “I’d love to be,” his excitement waned as somberness washed over his expression, “but I have to finish school first.”
    Sara waved her hand, dismissing his thinking. “Nonsense. You can do both.”
    “Really?” The smile was back in full force. “Well, I’d love for you to see some of my work then. I have a business card somewhere.” He went to place the books on the chair, but they weren’t balancing and threatened to spill to the floor. He ended up handing them to Sean. After seconds of patting his pockets, he came up empty. “Figures. I can’t put my hands on