to the indignity of actually introducing himself.
Riley took a sip of her wine, enjoying her small victory and a bit of solitude.
But then she heard another male voice.
“How did you do that?”
Another guy was standing beside her booth holding a beer. He was well dressed, well built, somewhat older than she was, and he immediately struck Riley as markedly more attractive than Harry Rampling.
“How did I do what?” Riley asked.
The guy shrugged.
“Repulse Harry Rampling like that. You got rid of him without saying a word, not even so much as a ‘fuck off, buster.’ I didn’t know that was even possible.”
Riley felt strangely disarmed by this guy.
She said, “I sprayed myself with jock repellant before I came here.”
As soon as the words were out, she thought …
Good God, I’m being witty with him.
What the hell did she think she was doing?
He smiled, enjoying the little joke.
He slipped uninvited into the seat across from Riley and said, “My name is Ryan Paige, and you don’t know me from Adam, and I won’t blame you if you forget my name in five minutes or even sooner. I can assure you that I’m eminently forgettable.”
Riley was startled by his audacity.
Don’t introduce yourself, she told herself.
But she said aloud …
“I’m Riley Sweeney. I’m a senior. Psychology major.”
She felt herself blushing now.
This guy was smooth, all right. And his pickup technique was so casual that it didn’t seem like a technique at all.
Forgettable, hah, Riley thought.
She was already sure she wasn’t going to forget Ryan Paige anytime soon.
Be careful with him, she told herself.
Then she said, “Um—are you a student here at Lanton?”
He nodded and said, “Law school. I’m finishing up this year too.”
He said it as though there was no reason for her to be impressed.
And of course, Riley was impressed.
They sat talking for a while—she didn’t know how long exactly.
When he asked her what she planned to do after graduation, Riley had to admit that she wasn’t sure.
“I’ll look for a job of some kind,” she told him. “I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to go to graduate school if I’m going to work in my field.”
He nodded approvingly and said, “I’ve been making inquiries with several law firms. A couple of them look promising, but I need to consider my next step really carefully.”
As they talked, Riley realized that whenever their eyes met and their gazes held steady for a moment, a slight tingle ran through her body.
Was that happening to him, too? She noticed that he did look away suddenly a few times.
Then, during a lull in the conversation, Ryan finished his beer and said, “Look, I’m sorry to rush off, but I’ve got a class in the morning and some studying to do.”
Riley was almost dumbstruck.
Wasn’t he going to make a pass at her?
No, she thought. He’s got too much class for that.
Not that he didn’t have his sights on her—she was sure he did.
But he knew better than to move on her too fast.
Impressive, she thought.
She managed to reply, “Yeah, me too.”
He smiled a sincere-looking smile.
“It was nice to meet you, Riley Sweeney.”
Riley smiled back.
“It was nice to meet you too, Ryan Paige.”
Ryan chuckled and said, “Aw, you remembered.”
Without another word, he got up and left.
Riley’s mind boggled at all that hadn’t happened. They hadn’t exchanged phone numbers, she hadn’t mentioned which dorm she was in, and she still had no idea where he lived. And he hadn’t even asked her out on a real future date.
It wasn’t because he didn’t expect there to be a real date, she was sure of that.
No, he was simply confident. He was sure their paths would cross again soon, and he expected chemistry to kick in.
And Riley more than half-believed he was right.
Just then she heard Trudy’s voice call out.
“Hey, Riley! Who was the cute guy?”
Riley turned and saw Trudy coming down the stairs, carrying a full pitcher of beer in one hand and a mug in the other. Three other girls from their dorm were tagging along behind her. They all looked pretty drunk.
Riley didn’t reply to Trudy’s question. She only hoped Ryan was out of earshot by now.
As the girls approached the table, Riley asked …
“Where’s Rhea?”
Trudy looked all around.
“I dunno,” she said in a slurred voice. “Where is Rhea?”
One of the other girls said, “Rhea went back to the dorm.”
“What!” Trudy said. “She left and didn’t tell me?”
“She did tell you,” another girl said.
The girls were all about to climb into the booth with Riley. Rather than get trapped in there with them, Riley got up from her seat.
“We should all go home,” she said.
With a flurry of protests, the girls seated themselves, giggling and obviously settling in for a long night.
Riley gave up on them. She walked upstairs and out the front door. Outside, she took a deep breath of cool, fresh air. It was March and sometimes cold at night here in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, but the chill was welcome after the stuffy, smoke-filled bar.
It was a short, well-lit walk back to the campus and her dorm. She felt that the evening had turned out pretty well. She’d only had a glass of wine, just enough to be relaxing, and there had also been
