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something else there as well. He turned again to look at
his friend. Finn was now staring intently down at his sketch. “All
right? And?”
    Finn wasn’t a drama major and, to the
department head’s eternal frustration, Finn had no desire to be
one. But he was such an expressive and talented actor that whenever
the University put on a play, depending on the casting director, a
part was always saved for Finn just in case. This time, apparently
it was the lead. The actual drama majors probably weren’t happy
about that.
    “And it’s taking up a lot of time. So I’ve
been staying up late to get my real work done.”
    Will sat up and pushed off the sofa. “What
are you drawing?”
    Leaning back, Finn held up his sketchbook so
Will could see. The girl on the page was skillfully rendered. The
strands of her hair, the light reflecting in her eyes, the beauty
mark on her jaw—the details jumped off the page. She was
beautiful.
    She also took up the vast majority of the
other pages in Finn’s sketchbook.
    “Her again,” Will said, leaning forward to
get a closer look at Finn’s drawing. “Wow. That’s really good.”
    “Thanks.” He sighed and dropped his
sketchbook on the tabletop. Will gave him a sympathetic slap on the
shoulder.
    The girl’s name was Kat, and she was a drama
major. He suspected the only reason Finn was so obliging of the
drama professor was because it put him in close company with Kat, a
gifted actress who often took leading roles in the University
productions. Unfortunately, from what he’d heard, Kat was about as
pleasant as chewing rusted nails. He was pretty sure she had no
idea Finn existed except in a peripheral way.
    With Finn landing the lead role in this
play, though, he had probably succeeded in getting her attention,
although likely not in a positive way.
    “Is she in the play too?” Will asked.
    Finn nodded. “Female lead.”
    “That’s great! Why are you shaking your
head?”
    “Because!” Finn shoved away his sketchbook
and tossed his pencil on top of it. “She hates me. She doesn’t
respect me because I’m not serious about acting and I’m taking the
role from someone who’s actually passionate about it. And, I mean,
she’s totally right.”
    “Are you going to give it up?”
    Finn shrugged. “I don’t know. I get to see
her every other day now.” He dropped his head back and made a sound
like a dying donkey. “And she already has a boyfriend. God, I’m
pathetic.”
    “A bit.”
    His head snapped back up, his eyes narrowed.
“You’re one to talk. You like someone at your sex therapy job, and
you’re only there to spy on them.”
    Squashing the immediate urge to defend
himself, Will returned to his spot on the sofa.
    “Technically, it’s research.” Which he
supposed was a more acceptable, but no less culpable,
    excuse for spying. “And I never said I liked
anyone.”
    “You’re transparent. Who is she? Is she
older?”
    Will sighed. Maybe talking about it would
help exorcise the thoughts from his mind. “No,” he said. “She’s a
student. She probably goes to REU actually, but I’ve never seen her
on campus.”
    “Hot?”
    “Scorching,” he admitted.
    “No wonder she’s a sex addict.”
    He winced. “She sort of kissed me.”
    Finn picked up the pencil he’d tossed down a
moment ago and twirled it between his fingers. He gave a small
laugh. “What do you mean ‘sort of’? How does a girl ‘sort of’ kiss
you? Did she purse her lips at you?”
    Will gave him a flat look, which only made
Finn laugh again.
    “Okay, smartass. She kissed me.”
    “You’re getting way to comfortable with
American swearing. So then what’d you do?”
    “I kissed her back,” he said. That should
have been fairly obvious. “What else was I supposed to do?”
    “She’s a sex addict. You’re not. You didn’t
think maybe you shouldn’t have—”
    “I know,” Will said, slumping back into the
sunken sofa cushions and rubbing a hand through his hair.