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picked up a pad of paper and a pen. "Lauren."
"I'm sorry if I came at a bad time."
Robert's brow wrinkled.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted you two."
He shrugged. "You didn't interrupt nothin'. I was in the shower."
Julie picked up a pen, fumbled and dropped it. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Naw, she's Mike's girl." He turned a couple of pages in Julie's textbook and pointed at a question. "What don't you understand?"
What don't I understand? I don't know why I'm here. I don't understand about Lauren. And I can't figure out what's going on inside of me when you sit so close. She could almost touch his leg with hers. But you probably mean, what don't I get in calculus. "Okay, when Mr. Ross said…."
Robert helped with her questions until they reached the end of the chapter. "Got it?"
She closed her textbook. "I think so."
"Good. Now maybe you can do me a favour?"
"Sure." She held her breath. What sort of favour would a boy from Shore want?
"Poetry. I can handle Shakespeare and his funny way of saying things, but poetry…. I'm lost after roses are red and violets are blue."
"Poetry is easy."
"Calculus is easy."
"Uh, I don't have copy. Do you?"
He put down his calculus text, picked up his notebook, and sat just a little bit nearer. He rustled some papers until he pulled out the English assignment.
She put her book and pen next to her feet. "What don't you understand?"
He held up the page. "Poetry. Don't like it. Don't get it. Why do we have to study it? Nobody speaks like this."
"Okay." She chuckled. "My turn to play teacher. Read me a line."
They worked their way to the end of the poem then Julie slipped the paper from his hand. "Think about everything we discussed. So what's the poem saying?"
"No hints?"
She shook her head.
Robert fell back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
She glanced up. "I don't see the answer there."
"I'm lookin' for inspiration. Divine or otherwise."
She lay alongside him and stared up. "What do you think the odds are that the last tenant studied this exact poem and inscribed its meaning on the ceiling?"
"Not very good, actually." The mattress shook from his laughter. "This is my brother's apartment, and he's not the brightest person in the world." Robert rolled onto his side, then propped himself on his elbow.
Her pulse raced. He was inches away. If she lifted her head, she could kiss him. She shivered. Or he could kiss her.
With a small grin, he leaned a little closer. "So how about you give me the answer, and I'll write it on the ceiling for my not-too-intelligent brother?"
Julie didn't answer. She was still lost in imagining his mouth moving closer to hers as she stared into those splendid, dark eyes.
"Studying?" Lauren burst into the room. "Studying what? Her anatomy?"
Robert fell back on the bed. "Shut up and get lost."
"What's she tutoring you in? Beginner sex? She's probably never been kissed, definitely never been fu—"
"Lauren." Even Julie froze from the snarling wolf tone of Robert's voice.
Lauren snapped her lips closed and stood at the foot of the bed, not looking in Julie's direction.
Julie sat up to explain when Robert touched her arm. "Shut up and get out. Now!"
Lauren turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, mumbling under her breath. She didn't shut the door.
"I gotta do something about her." Turning his attention to Julie, he half-grinned. "Sorry 'bout that."
Julie grabbed her purse, dug out her cell and pretended to check messages as she composed herself. "So…the poem?"
"Crap, you remembered." He grinned. "I think Edwards-Smythe is sayin' that a person's gotta accept the situation they're in, but that it's up to each individual to change their circumstances to improve their future." Which is basically my life. And that sucks.
"You've got it. Now just write it out and you'll be done."
"It makes a lot more sense, but I'm not ready to go solo yet."
She picked up her books and stood. "I'll make you a deal. I'll help you with poetry, and you
"I'm sorry if I came at a bad time."
Robert's brow wrinkled.
"I'm sorry if I interrupted you two."
He shrugged. "You didn't interrupt nothin'. I was in the shower."
Julie picked up a pen, fumbled and dropped it. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Naw, she's Mike's girl." He turned a couple of pages in Julie's textbook and pointed at a question. "What don't you understand?"
What don't I understand? I don't know why I'm here. I don't understand about Lauren. And I can't figure out what's going on inside of me when you sit so close. She could almost touch his leg with hers. But you probably mean, what don't I get in calculus. "Okay, when Mr. Ross said…."
Robert helped with her questions until they reached the end of the chapter. "Got it?"
She closed her textbook. "I think so."
"Good. Now maybe you can do me a favour?"
"Sure." She held her breath. What sort of favour would a boy from Shore want?
"Poetry. I can handle Shakespeare and his funny way of saying things, but poetry…. I'm lost after roses are red and violets are blue."
"Poetry is easy."
"Calculus is easy."
"Uh, I don't have copy. Do you?"
He put down his calculus text, picked up his notebook, and sat just a little bit nearer. He rustled some papers until he pulled out the English assignment.
She put her book and pen next to her feet. "What don't you understand?"
He held up the page. "Poetry. Don't like it. Don't get it. Why do we have to study it? Nobody speaks like this."
"Okay." She chuckled. "My turn to play teacher. Read me a line."
They worked their way to the end of the poem then Julie slipped the paper from his hand. "Think about everything we discussed. So what's the poem saying?"
"No hints?"
She shook her head.
Robert fell back on the bed and looked at the ceiling.
She glanced up. "I don't see the answer there."
"I'm lookin' for inspiration. Divine or otherwise."
She lay alongside him and stared up. "What do you think the odds are that the last tenant studied this exact poem and inscribed its meaning on the ceiling?"
"Not very good, actually." The mattress shook from his laughter. "This is my brother's apartment, and he's not the brightest person in the world." Robert rolled onto his side, then propped himself on his elbow.
Her pulse raced. He was inches away. If she lifted her head, she could kiss him. She shivered. Or he could kiss her.
With a small grin, he leaned a little closer. "So how about you give me the answer, and I'll write it on the ceiling for my not-too-intelligent brother?"
Julie didn't answer. She was still lost in imagining his mouth moving closer to hers as she stared into those splendid, dark eyes.
"Studying?" Lauren burst into the room. "Studying what? Her anatomy?"
Robert fell back on the bed. "Shut up and get lost."
"What's she tutoring you in? Beginner sex? She's probably never been kissed, definitely never been fu—"
"Lauren." Even Julie froze from the snarling wolf tone of Robert's voice.
Lauren snapped her lips closed and stood at the foot of the bed, not looking in Julie's direction.
Julie sat up to explain when Robert touched her arm. "Shut up and get out. Now!"
Lauren turned on her heel and stormed out of the room, mumbling under her breath. She didn't shut the door.
"I gotta do something about her." Turning his attention to Julie, he half-grinned. "Sorry 'bout that."
Julie grabbed her purse, dug out her cell and pretended to check messages as she composed herself. "So…the poem?"
"Crap, you remembered." He grinned. "I think Edwards-Smythe is sayin' that a person's gotta accept the situation they're in, but that it's up to each individual to change their circumstances to improve their future." Which is basically my life. And that sucks.
"You've got it. Now just write it out and you'll be done."
"It makes a lot more sense, but I'm not ready to go solo yet."
She picked up her books and stood. "I'll make you a deal. I'll help you with poetry, and you
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