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“Oh, this should be good,” Connie says from behind me.

I turn and she’s glaring at Ted with her arms crossed.

“Let him in. I want to hear what he has to say.”

I open the door wider and motion him inside.

“Thank you,” he says.

Connie takes the flowers from him, and he sits on the couch, nervously running his hands up and down his thighs.

“I’m so sorry about dinner,” he begins. “I’m not good with women, and I completely misread you.”

He appears sincere, but that doesn’t explain everything.

“How did you know I dated Sean?”

Ted frowns. “I told you. People at the university gossip. He must have picked you up from your office at some point, because I overheard Professor Button telling someone you had dated the detective.”

“Why would they even be talking about that? It was brief and a while ago.”

“After Cody showed up, they were talking about how you get all the ‘hunky’ men. Their term, not mine.”

I don’t doubt Professor Button was talking about me. I’ve overheard her talking about other professors’ personal lives.

“I hope we can work together again. Think about it, all right?” His eyes are pleading.

Could he really be a nice guy who’s just inexperienced? I sigh. “I’ll think about it.”

He nods, then stands. “Thank you. I’ll see you on campus tomorrow.”

After he leaves, Connie laughs.

“What is so funny?” I demand.

“He really is clueless.”

“I hope that’s it.”

Connie puts her arm around me. “I wouldn’t worry about him. He’s harmless.”

I give her a small smile. What he said makes sense, but something still doesn’t feel right.

CHAPTER32

Cody

“Thank you for coming in,”Detective Marin says as he sits across the table from me and Carter.

“Like I had a choice,” I grumble.

Carter called me last night, asking me to meet him at the police station this morning. Thankfully, he kept the conversation short. I was still reeling from seeing Lucy earlier in the afternoon. Every time I think about her calling her dad for help, another wave of anger rolls through me. I went for an extra long run this morning, but it didn’t help.

“Thank you for helping out on this, Sean. I really appreciate it,” Carter says.

“Sean?” I ask.

“Sorry, Detective Marin.”