Chapter 13

I presented our party invitations to Jasmine at her grad student office early the next day. "Absolutely not!" Jasmine said. "We barely got out of there, last time!"

She called that a close call? She’d have loved some of my first dates. "This time we have a legitimate invitation. Why are you so afraid of frat boys?"

She fluttered around the office, opening and closing empty drawers and file cabinets. She put a book in her shoulder bag and took it out again. "Everyone knows that...