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constant state of semi-arousal.   And when he was around her, the full-fledged hard- ons he suffered rivaled those he’d endured in his teens.
    “Sean?” Gigi called his name, her tone hushed.
    For half a second Sean thought was dreaming again.   Then he popped his head up and stood, his brain scrambling for a way to look less guilty.   “Yeah?   I, ah, was just taking a break.”   He fidgeted with his red pen.   “These essays aren’t going as well as I’d hoped.”
    “You don’t have to explain.   I just didn’t want to disturb you if—”
    “I wasn’t sleeping,” he said, perhaps a bit too insistently.
    “Oh, I believe you.”   Her gaze flitted nervously around the room, then paused on his poster.   Sean wondered if she was a Corvette lover.   After long seconds, he cleared his throat.
    “Sorry.”   She straightened her spine.   “There was something I needed to speak to you about.   Two things really.”
    Curiosity revived him.   “All right.”
    “First, I wanted to thank you for finding the error with the schedules. I didn’t get a chance to properly thank you yesterday.”
    “No problem.”   The numerous ways she could properly thank him filled his head, horn-dog that he was.   Sean mentally forced his attention away from that train of thought before his body reacted in kind.   Something about the way her gaze flitted around made her appear tense, which in turn made his shoulder muscles tighten.
    “I’m sorry it made you late to practice.”
    “No big deal.”   His shoulders relaxed again.   “I’m glad it was a simple posting error.”
    “I got it corrected this morning.”
    “Good.”   Sean lost himself in her rich green gaze.   They stood silent for a long moment before she shifted her feet, bringing him out of his trance.
    “The second matter I needed to discuss with you was a misunderstanding we’ve had.”
    Huh?   They’d had a misunderstanding?   That was news to him.   “I’m not following.”
    “I’m talking about the note with my name and phone number on your windshield.”
    Sean had finally let go of the guilt at her discomfort, so he was sorry the subject had to come up again.   Especially since there was nothing on this earth he’d rather do than go out with Gigi .   And have sex.   Lots of it.
    She nervously twirled the ring on her finger.   “I didn’t put it there because I wanted you to ask me out.”
    The meaning of her words took a second to sink in.   “Then why did you put it there?”
    Gigi nibbled her plump bottom lip, her obvious unease helping him look past desire.   “I’ll preface this by saying how very sorry I am.”
    His pulse quickened and the fingers of foreboding gently squeezed his throat.   “For what?”
    Gigi’s gaze flicked up over his shoulder and then back to his face.   A little wrinkle marred her forehead and her eyes glistened. “The day I came for my interview, there was only one parking spot left in the lot.”   She inhaled a deep breath. “I...”   She looked behind him a second time.   
    And he immediately knew.   Her visual slip brought on realization.   Dread sank heavy and low in his gut.

Chapter Seven
    “I accidentally put a little ding on the passenger side of your car.”
    Shit .   He hadn’t given his car a thorough once-over in over a week.   Between class work, after-school practice and tutoring Butch, he’d been half asleep when he got to his car in the evening.   What an idiot.
    “You left your name and number so I could call you about an insurance claim?”   Luckily she was an honest person.   Great , add that to her growing list of admirable traits.
    She nibbled on her bottom lip and nodded.   “Yes.”
    Little did she know how many frickin ’ times he’d read and reread that note.   I should have known she wasn’t interested in me .
    “But I did mention the note the next day.   You should have straightened me out then.”
    She folded her hands in front