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Chapter 5: Claire
Tuesday’s appointment with Tasha Singer and Abigail’s parents comes too fast, but I know that as soon as this day is over the rest of the week will go by much too slow as I anticipate finally seeing Adam after nearly two weeks apart. My body aches for him. I miss everything about Adam. I even miss the way he stands, his shoulders straight as he looks down his nose at me with that intense glare.
Mr. Collins concludes the lecture on Baye’s Rule and my stomach gurgles—not with hunger—as I stuff my netbook and Probability by Jim Pitman into my backpack. My nerves are zinging as I descend the steps in the lecture hall and squeeze past a girl wearing too much Chanel Mademoiselle perfume. My heart pounds when I see Chris leaning up against the wall next to an announcement board. He’s wearing sunglasses and his head is tucked down as he thumb-types on his phone. I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as I wonder who he’s texting, if he’s even texting anyone. He could be looking up driving directions for all I know.
It’s actually more likely that he’s just trying to keep his head down to keep from being recognized, and he seems to be doing a good job. He’s wearing a long-sleeved T-shirt and perfectly distressed designer jeans. He looks up when I’m a few feet away, like he can sense me. His lips curl into a smile and I have to remind myself of all the ways we’ve hurt each other so I don’t melt in the middle of the corridor.
“Don’t call me babe.”
“Hey, baby.” I storm past him and he chuckles as he catches up to me. “I’m just teasing you. Give me your backpack.”
“I can carry my backpack. I do it every day without you and I’ve managed not to keel over yet.”
“Have it your way, sis.”
“Ew. Please don’t call me that either.”
He slips his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans where he just tucked it away a few seconds ago. I can’t help but glance at the screen and I see the notification that he has two new text messages. I stare straight ahead to avoid bumping into anything as we descend the steps out of Philips Hall toward Cameron Avenue.
“Where did you park?” I ask, trying not to sound too annoyed that he has his face buried in a text conversation.
He finishes typing and sends the message before he looks up and glances around. “Oh, fuck. We need to turn around. I parked behind the annex.”
By the time we make it to the parking lot, he’s already received and responded to three more text messages and attempted to make small talk about my statistics class. I don’t think I can be any more annoyed with him until I see the motorcycle with two helmets hanging from the locked seat compartment.
“You expect me to go to an important meeting like this with helmet hair?”
“We have two hours before the meeting. We’re going home to get my car first and you can freshen up over there.”
Home. It’s such a small detail amongst everything he just said, but it means so much.
“Why didn’t you just come in your car? Why do we have to make an extra stop?” I ask as he unlocks the seat compartment and pulls the helmet strap off the hook.
He hands me the helmet and I’m grateful he hasn’t tried to put it on me.
“Because I can’t bring my car here. It’s too fucking obvious and I’m trying not to get noticed.”
I tighten the straps on my backpack before I take the white helmet from him. It’s the helmet he bought me two years ago. It still has the sparkly pink Roxy heart sticker on the back. I tighten the strap under my chin and he can’t resist double-checking that it’s tight enough. I step back so I’m out of his reach, so he can’t touch me with his hot fingertips, calloused from years of strumming those steel guitar strings.
He shakes his head. “Just trying to keep you safe.”
He secures his helmet and climbs onto the bike. Just looking at him on the bike brings back so many memories. Good memories. I bite my lip as I climb on behind him and slide my arms high around his waist so they’re almost over his chest. He grabs my hands and slides them lower.
“Sorry, but I’m going to suffocate if you hold onto me like that.”
This isn’t his old bike. His old bike was blue. This bike is silver and looks like it cost more than my entire UNC tuition. He pumps the throttle and I feel the vibration of the engine murmuring between my legs. I squeeze my eyes shut and loosen my arms a little as I try to block out the memory of the time we had sex on his blue bike.
Claire Nixon is only twenty-one, but her heart has been shattered and put back together more times than she can count. Finding solace in meditation and a change of location, she thought she had buried her painful secret for good.
Then she met the persistent and sexy Adam Parker. Adam’s pursuit of Claire’s heart and her secret nearly destroyed them, but their love was relentless.
With no more secrets between them, Claire and Adam thought they had it all figured out. Though they knew they’d never be whole again, their love had survived the test. Until Claire’s rock star ex-boyfriend, Chris Knight, came back.
Now Chris has promised to mend the final piece of Claire’s broken heart as only he can. With Claire attending college a hundred miles away from Adam and Adam’s busy travel schedule, Chris’s offer looks more and more enticing.