Nowthatmade me pause. "It was? When?"
He glanced at his watch. "An hour ago."
My brow wrinkled in confusion. Thatcouldn'tbe right. It was barely eight o'clock in the morning. "But I don't get it," I said. "How wouldyouknow if the deadline was extended?"
"I made some calls."
"To who?"
"Whoever it took."
I recalled what he'd said last night, something about making a few phone calls.Were those the calls he'd been talking about?
I studied his face. "So, did they extend the deadline for everyone?"
"No."
I felt my gaze narrow. "All right. Whatexactlyaren't you telling me?"
Chapter 20
Jack
It was a loaded question.
The truth was, there was a lot I wasn't telling her. For one thing, late last night, her roommate had been busted for selling pharmaceuticals out of his car.
The bust wasn't my doing, but I wasn't sad to hear about it. I was, however, pissed at Flynn for not doing a better job of checking out Becka's living situation.
I might've told him so, too, if not for the fact that I'd promised Becka – in so many words, anyway – that I wouldn’t do anything to worry her sister.
In spite of what Becka might think, I wasn't one to go back on my word –ordrop the ball when it came to protecting the people I cared about.
Yeah, maybe she wasn't mine to protect. But she was Flynn's future sister, which made her mine, too, in the same roundabout way. As such, there was no way in hell that I was leaving town without making sure that she wasn't headed for trouble.
There was only one hitch. I was leaving tomorrow, which meant that Becka was coming with me, whether she realized it or not.
In reply to her question, all I said was, "Check your email."
"Why?"
"Because it's got all the details."
She hesitated. "So, you sent me an email?"
"Not from me," I said. "From your professor."
What Ididn'ttell her was that I knew exactly what the email contained, because I'd drafted most of the wording myself.
Becka would receive a generous salary, along with class credit by serving as my temporary assistant for the summer semester – fall, too, if she decided to stay on.
It was a compelling offer – plenty of money, but not so much that she'd be suspicious. There was no way she'd turn it down – not if she was smart.
After she stalked off to check her email, I figured it was a done deal. But then, twenty minutes later, she was back, looking like she wanted to chew me up and spit me out.
She sputtered, "You bribed him? Seriously?"
I was still working at the table. "Who? Your professor?"
