Some Like it Easy by Heather Long Read Free Book Online Page B

would be this one, Politics, Rights and Development.”
    Intrigued, George brushed her fingers as he picked up the brochure. The spark of contact sent warmth up his arm. Politics . Armand and Sebastian would kill him, yet—he couldn’t help but be fascinated by the prospective class list. Glancing through the second course tract she mentioned, he found several others.
    When she touched his hand, this time deliberately, he stilled and met her gaze.
    “Here’s a secret, George. Selecting your major means it becomes the course study you direct your efforts toward for the moment. Next semester, next year…or even the year after that? You can change your mind and choose a different major.”
    “Does that not indicate failure, if you change course midstream and redirect your efforts?”
    “Hell no. It’s called education for a reason. Everything you learn, it all builds into the next set of course studies. I’ve had four majors since I came here. I’ve learned so much from every tract I’ve been on, things that made me understand other classes in a way I wouldn’t have if I hadn’t explored. So declare for one of those, but pick the one that has classes you want to take. Things you want to know more about. Ignore everything else.” She squeezed his hand once, then withdrew her touch. He missed it almost immediately. “I would stay and help more, but I have to get to class. See you tonight?”
    He stood when she did, and she gave him an almost indulgent smile.
    “You really need to stop that. Be a college student. Forget the rest of that stuff. And, really? Lose the suit.” Without giving him a chance to say anything else, she was off. He watched her tug on her gloves, shoulder her bag and duck out into the winter chill, no doubt headed to their campus less than a block away.
    My campus. Picking up one of the brochures, he sat slowly and considered the course list.
    Politics and worldviews.
    The bigger picture. “Grady?”
    “Sir?” His bodyguard stood at the wall table just behind him and two others were across the coffee shop. Unlike George, their mode of dress blended in well to the surroundings.
    “I’m going back to the campus to meet with my academic advisor. Again.” He gathered his belongings and glanced at the man. “Then I need to go shopping.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Hopefully, he could find a new wardrobe with his slender amount of funds. Penny was right. This was an opportunity. He might as well do what he wanted.
----
    S hutting off the acetylene torch , Penny set it aside before lifting her faceguard and studying her progress. The full sized piece was her first attempt at twisting iron and steel into a pair of warriors battling. Currently, it looked more Sponge Bob than Spartacus, but she had time.
    Sweat streamed down her face. She stripped off her heavy, flameproof gloves to grab a damp cloth and wash her face. The water bottle she’d opened earlier was already empty, so she carried it over to the tap and refilled it. She’d worked hard the last three years, and one of the perks of senior project meant she had studio space dedicated to her work. Welding meant she rarely had to share the space. Panting, she crossed over to the exterior door and dragged it open to let in a blast of icy air. Plunging outside so her metal didn’t cool too quickly, she let the snow swirling through the air melt on her cheeks.
    The buzzing of her phone had her scrambling to reach inside her overalls. Flipping it over, she sighed. Anna . They hadn’t spoken since the night George arrived and announced not only was he moving in, but Armand owned their building. Two weeks, however, was long enough to hold a grudge.
    “Hi, you’ve reached the number of Penny Novak, slacker extraordinaire and darling of the college set. How may I help you?”
    Soft laughter met her greeting. Penny let herself back into the studio before sweat froze on her skin. “So, you’re talking to me again?”
    “Depends.” Playing cagey was