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guy I dated about two years too long. We went to different universities until about five
minutes ago. He transferred to WB. I make a face.  Lucky me, right?
 Let me guess. Laney s lips contort.  He wants you back?
 Apparently and in the worst way. I ve had flowers show up at my door every day
this week. Anyway, it s not happening. There s not enough flora or fauna in the world for
me to welcome back that misery.
 I don t know. Baya butts her shoulder into Laney s.  Sometimes old flames are the
right flames.
 Relax, I ll tell her. Laney butts back.  My then boyfriend and I had a
misunderstanding a while back. We were together for years and then, well, things
people got in the way. We reconnected last year, and now  she wiggles a sparkling
rock at me  I get to be Mrs. Ryder Capwell for life. We married this past summer. Her
shoulders cinch to her ears in excitement.
Baya leans into her.  In a double wedding with me!
 Wow! I marvel.  Double congrats. That s really cool. But I assure you that won t
happen with Will and me. The door opens as another anxious group of coeds rush in,
and suddenly I find myself crestfallen. Then it dawns on me, I ve subconsciously been
waiting for Wyatt to come back into my life. Me, a damsel in distress waiting to be saved
from my underused vagina by a knight in shining penial armor? Go figure.  Say, do either
of you know Wyatt James?
Did that just bubble out of my mouth?
They exchange quick puzzling glances.
Baya holds up a finger.  Isn t that the guy Izzy dumped?
 Yes! Laney interjects.  Izzy mentioned something about him. He s Blake s brother,
right?
 He is, but I don t know too much about him. Baya leans in.  Is there something in
particular we should be made aware of? Is he a perv? Is he bothering you, too?
 No. God, no, he s not bothering me. I mean maybe he s a perv. I bite down over my
lip.  But I mean that in a good way. Anyway, never mind. It was stupid of me to ask. But
speaking of asking. I sink in my seat a little.  Do you think there s any way I can get a
job at the Black Bear? I ll wait tables, wash dishes, mop the liquor off the counters with
my tongue. I m pretty desperate for cash. To say the least. There s a reason I scour thrift
shops for clothing. Up-cycling isn t just for fashion, it s to keep me from pulling a Lady
Godiva every single day of my life.
 Sorry. Baya freezes with a grimace.  In fact, I think all the bars are at capacity. You
might want to check in again before summer. We usually lose half the staff.
 Summer? I ll be a professional dumpster diver long before then.
 Oh, I know  Laney s bright pink nails click over the table  Ryder mentioned they re
having to hire temps at the office all the time. Maybe he can squeeze you in at Capwell
Enterprises part time? Ooh. Her expression sours as if she s just realized something
horrible.  It s a weekday gig.
 That s totally fine. I only have classes Tuesdays and Thursdays. I sort of arranged it
that way. It s my last semester before I head into the business program next fall, and
that s five days of suffering a week. I thought I d take it easy for now.
 Awesome! Laney brightens.  If you re up for it, I ll pass your info along. He might be
able to get you to speak with human resources later this afternoon.
 Thank you! I jump up and pull them both into a hug.  You have no idea how grateful
I am. I check my phone.  Perfect. I ve got two minutes to get to my first class.
 Me, too. Baya scoops up her things.  What do you have?
 Pre-Business, Entrepreneurial Management.
 So do I! She hops a little too exuberantly.
 Let s get out of here. I d hate to be late for the first class. I wave to Laney.  See you
at the Black Bear.
 Wait  she calls  give me your number!
I shoot her my number and take off into the crisp winter air. A new semester. A new
beginning.
Baya and I stride over toward the business department. The bare branches of the
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