Geek God (Forever Geek Trilogy #1) by Victoria Barbour Read Free Book Online

the way he looks at you, he’s gone for you. And I know you. You’ve had the look of aloofness all evening. The one you save for when you’re ready to kick someone to the curb. I know that look. I’ve often waited with glee for you to get it so you’d get a dud out of your life. But listen to me now. Evan is not a dud. He’s the real deal. So, whatever it is that’s got you in a snit, it better be legit. Because if I find out you’re going to dump him because he doesn’t understand Latin poetry or he hates your collection of Gregorian chants, I am going to disown you.”
    “Ingrid. When you talk about me that way I sound boring. And stuck-up.”
    “No, sweetie. You’re far from either of those. You’re wonderful. But you are a little nerdy at times. You’re a hot nerd, no doubt about it. But—” This but sounds like a doozy is coming. And the sigh that follows isn’t a harbinger of joy. “Never mind. You know what’s best. But I’m warning you. If you dump him, and he’s available three months from now, I’m going to pursue him like there’s no tomorrow. And when you’re maid of honour at our wedding, keep in mind that it could have been you.”
    “Ingrid. You don’t know everything about him.”
    That gets her attention. “What? What’s so terrible about him?”
    “You said I’m a nerd? He’s way more nerdy than I am. He plays Dungeons & Dragons, for the love of God.”
    There should be a law that states that one’s best friend should not laugh at her. Never. Ever. No matter what.
    “Oh, Jilly. Is that your problem? You think he’s too nerdy for you?”
    “He’s not a nerd, he’s a geek.”
    “And I’m a hippie. And you’re a nutjob. So what’s the issue?”
    “You’re not a hippie.”
    “I am. I just don’t call myself that. And what’s a geek, by the way?”
    “A nerd with social skills. At least that’s what Evan says.”
    “So Evan called himself a geek, yes?”
    “Yea.”
    “So what. It’s a word. It’s a label someone puts on another person, and if there’s anyone I know who shouldn’t care about labels it’s you. Remember when you were on the post-modern kick and spent all your time trying to deconstruct labels? You should know better.”
    Shit. She was right.

Later that night.
    O kay. Is it normal to want to break up with a guy and have his little geeky babies all in one day? I need to stop calling him a geek!
    Because I just walked into my bedroom and found this over-the-top and utterly perfect tableau.
    The bed is covered in rose petals. Like seriously covered. There are roses all around the room. In vases. Glasses. Bowls. Laid out loose on the window sill. On the bed is the most beautiful piece of lingerie I’ve ever seen. And a leather-bound book of poems by Catullus. It’s so old the pages are yellowed and smell a little musty. There are illustrations. And it’s in English. All my copies are in Latin. This might be the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.
    “You like? I noticed you have fourteen various editions of this and I wasn’t able to read one word of it. I thought maybe we could read this together.”
    Heart. Stop melting.
    “What’s all this for?”
    “It’s a month since I first laid eyes on you. I thought that needed celebrating.”
    Alright. I’m not a crying girl by nature, but there’s something about this sweetness that makes me want to sob. I feel out of sorts. Like my mind and heart are in some sort of conflict I’m not aware of. Of course, I am aware of it if I’m thinking it. I’m a freak. A nerdy freak. Who’s ashamed of her geeky boyfriend who for all intents and purposes is a certifiable god amongst mortals.
    “Hey, why are you crying?”
    His hands are rough on my face as he wipes away a tear, a sign of all the hard work he’s putting into fixing my house.
    “Evan, am I a nerd? Am I too nerdy for you?”
    “First of all, I’m not sure there is such a thing as too nerdy for me. And second of all, you are not a