Chapter 13. The Den

Tessa’s POV

What if you could find out for yourself?

He didn’t explain it on Thursday night. He just drove me back to my dorm, said “Think about it, Lucky,” and left me sitting in the passenger seat of his car with my mouth open.

So I thought about it.

I thought about it through a nine a.m. Statistics lecture, a debate meeting, and a sandwich I didn’t taste. By four o’clock Friday afternoon, I’m sitting across from him at his dining table with the goose binder open between us, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Explain.”

He looks up from the Business Ethics reading. “Explain what?”

“You know what. Find out for yourself.”

“Oh. That.” He sets down his highlighter. Yellow. Wrong color for that paragraph, but I let it go. “Cole told you you’re bad at it. You don’t believe him, but you don’t not believe him either. That stuff sticks. It’s in your head now.”

“Thank you, Dr. Cooper.”

“So get it out of your head.” He shrug