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“Sounds good.” Some of the tension left me. Darcy was my tutor. This was strictly a business relationship. Jason couldn’t get pissed about that. Besides, he knew I was his.

I felt a lick of determination skitter up my spine. I needed this if I was going to be able to survive sophomore year. I needed help.

And Darcy Bannerman came highly recommended.

After almost two hours, and a rigorous plan, Darcy and I packed away our things and left the coffee shop. “So I’ll see you Wednesday?” he said, waiting for me to move ahead of him. “Sounds good,” I said, ducking around him and stumbling straight into— “Jason?”

“Hey,” he shot me a smile that made my knees weak. “How was tutoring?” His arms went around me, as he dipped his head to kiss me.

“It was good. I... uh... this is Darcy, my tutor.” I wriggled free of his grasp to step aside and introduce them.

The second Jason’s eyes landed on Darcy his expression darkened. “You’re the tutor?” “Darcy Bannerman.” He held out his hand. “You must be the