To Professor, With Love (Forbidden Men 2)

“Fine.” He remained wedged in the doorway, watching me cautiously. “Hey...I brought you something.”

I lulled my face his way, wondering why he was acting so weird. But then he stepped into the room, leading someone else inside with him by the hand.

My gaze followed a feminine hand up a feminine arm, and hope sparked in my chest. But a mass of red hair killed it just as quickly as it had started.

Not Aspen.

“Hey, Noel,” Marci said, sending me a shy smile as she continued to hold Ten’s hand.

I rolled my eyes to my roommate, unimpressed, unmoved, and completely uninterested. “No thanks.”

He growled. “Damn it. This has to stop. You’re beginning to freak me out.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Why don’t you let me take care of myself? And hold the babysitters from here on out, too. A night out with Pick isn’t exactly my speed.”

“Well, maybe I’d be more your speed.” Marci finally left Ten’s side and strolled toward the couch, swinging her hips with a bit too much enthusiasm. She was wearing high heels, a short skirt, and low top.

I should’ve felt something. I was a guy. But I just sighed and rubbed my forehead. “No,” I groaned. “No, no, no. I’m sorry I made you think I wanted something from you back in March. But I’ve changed my mind. I’m not interested anymore.”

Jarring to a startled stop, Marci set her hands on her hips and scowled. “This isn’t still about that ugly bitch teacher, is it?”

My mouth fell open. “Excuse me?”

“Oh...shit,” Ten muttered from behind her. “You’re the blackmailer, aren’t you? I knew it was a chick, but...damn.”

I was slow on the uptake because my brain didn’t want to admit it. But if Marci had been the one to blackmail and then get Aspen fired, then it was because of me. It was my fault this had happened. I’d been the one to push Marci away and make her retaliate.

Deliberately, I sat up and pushed to my feet. “You got her fired?” Creeping around the coffee table, I started toward her.

Reading my face, Marci’s eyes bugged. She skipped a step back and bumped into Ten. He grabbed her arm and shoved her toward the door. “Go,” he commanded.

But she didn’t move fast enough. I leapt, and the only thing that kept me from reaching a handful of pretty red hair and pulling it out by the roots was my roommate who jumped between us. She just gaped at me, her mouth fallen slack.

“You fucking spoiled brat.” I pointed an accusing finger over Ten’s shoulder. “If you weren’t a girl, I’d mess you up right now. Got that? Don’t you ever talk to me, or look at me, or think about me again. I want nothing to do with you.”

“But...” Tears filled her eyes as she pressed a hand against her chest. “I protected you, Noel. I didn’t give them a picture with your face in it. I didn’t tell anyone it was you. I freed you from her.”

“Like it fucking matters,” I roared. “They goddamn know it’s me, Marci. I told them it was me.”

“You wha...what?” She frowned, still not getting it. “Why would you do that?”

“You hurt the woman I love,” I told her, making it as clear as possible. “I will never forgive you for this.”

I began to shake as she called me a bastard and ran from the apartment, bawling. I pushed away from Ten and ran my hands through my hair, tempted to chase Marci down so I could wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze.

Behind me, Ten let out a breath. “Man, I swear to God. I didn’t know—”

“Just shut up,” I snapped. Then I cursed as my cell phone rang. Aspen would pick this moment to finally call me back, wouldn’t she? Just when I’d learned exactly how much involvement I’d had in getting her thrown out of Ellamore. Just when I was feeling so shitty and guilty I wanted to curl into a ball and die.

But when I glanced at the screen and saw it was home, not her, I closed my eyes, not ready to take any more bad news from Caroline. But hell, whatever. It couldn’t be worse than what I was already dealing with, so bring it.

“Hey,” I answered, expecting my sister’s voice.

Instead my middle brother, Brandt, sobbed in my ear, his voice shaking like crazy. “Noel. Something’s wrong with Caroline. We need you.”

***

The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon when we entered Bluebird Heights trailer park. I’d been driving for the past four hours while Ten had slumped passed out in the passenger’s seat.