of
that voice. It was deep, and warm, and smooth, and ridiculously
sexy. If the Scandinavian accent didn’t give him away, the trace of
irony in his tone would have.
Tyr.
Henrik looked behind me and raised an
eyebrow. “Play nice, Fredriksen.”
“ Hei hei again, Mia. Brynn.”
“ Hei, Tyr,” Brynn chirped.
“Hello.” The word lodged in my throat.
Tyr leaned against the door jam in fitted
jeans, a black T-shirt, and black motorcycle boots. His arms were
crossed, his palms resting on enormous biceps that strained against
the thin material of his T-shirt. His dark blond hair was perfectly
mussed, and his sparkling blue eyes betrayed an air of mischief. He
pushed off the wall and sauntered toward me, casually hooking his
thumbs through his belt loops. He stopped so he stood directly
across from me, with a desk separating us. I looked straight up to
meet his gaze. He was so close. Lord almighty, he smelled…
intoxicating. Like a redwood grove, and a foggy morning, and…
spearmint? Stop it, Mia. I closed my eyes and ordered myself
to focus.
When I opened my eyes again, Tyr was
smirking. “What’s the matter? Still tired from yesterday’s run? I
thought you said you were an athlete.”
“I’m not tired.” My equilibrium betrayed me.
I swayed.
Tyr leaned forward so his mouth was next to
my ear. His words came in a whisper. “Guess we need to step up the
intensity tomorrow.”
I shivered. Brynn snickered.
“What were you lot talking about?” Tyr pulled
back.
“The girls were planning a hike this
weekend.” Henrik picked up his books and walked over to Brynn.
“Where?” Tyr narrowed his eyes.
“Where do you think?” I teased. “I hear
there’s this really pretty creek-side trail just behind
campus…”
Tyr balled his fists and the veins in his
forearms popped up. When he spoke, his voice was low. “I told you
no, Mia.”
Adrenaline surged through my body, and my
stomach churned. “I was kidding . Jeez. You sent your message
loud and clear—stay away from the rabid animal trail.”
“The rabid animal trail?” Henrik stared at
Tyr.
“The rangers found a rabid wolf on the
Woodside Trail? Back behind the creek? Remember?” Tyr’s eyes looked
as if they could shoot daggers. When Henrik didn’t flinch, Tyr
turned to Brynn. “Re- member ?”
“Oh! The wolf!” Brynn’s hand flew to her
forehead. “I’m so sorry, Mia! Tyr asked me to warn you and the
girls, and I completely forgot. Stay away from the Woodside Trail.
There’s a—”
“Big bad wolf. Yeah, I got it. Mr.
Congeniality over here told me himself. Ordered me to stay away
from that neck of the woods, actually.” I rolled my eyes at Tyr,
ignoring the throbbing in my arm where the phantom animal hadn’t bitten it.
“I would hardly say I ordered you, Mia.” Tyr
stared down at me.
“Um, yes. You did. And you weren’t
particularly nice about it.” I tapped my foot. “You didn’t even say
please.”
“I told you it was for your own good,” Tyr
pointed out. “That’s nice.”
“And I told you you don’t get to tell
me where to go. You barely even know me.”
“If I ask you to trust me, will you?” Tyr
asked.
I let out a sharp breath in frustration. “All
I’m saying is a little explanation, and in the absence of that, a
dose of good manners, can go a long way.”
Tyr’s eyes twinkled as he leaned forward.
Warm breath tickled my ear when he spoke. “Better get used to
disappointment, prinsessa .”
His expression was equal parts sexy and
infuriating. My breath hitched as he gave one last wink, then
turned on his heel and strode out of the classroom.
“You coming, Andersson?” He spoke without
turning around.
Henrik looked from me to the door and back
again. A thought percolated on his face, but he just shook his head
and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“See you next class. And send me your resumes
for the research project.”
With that, he walked out of the room, leaving
Brynn and me
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