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obscured half the site’s title, but the man with the beard was Zeus. I’d recognize him anywhere, thanks to Mom’s former preoccupation with mythology. When Liam saw me looking, he shut the window.
    What Liam had learned about me today: I liked being licked. I was still nosey and mildly violent.
    Liam tilted his head in Kirk’s direction. “I heard that about you.”
    “You heard I wasted two years of my life on an ear-licking moron?”
    “No. You have a quick temper.”
    Not what I’d expected. How perplexing. Did I have a quick temper? I glanced at Kirk. I’d lost patience with him because he was disgusting and provoked me relentlessly. “Everything he says is a lie.”
    Did other people say that about me? How many Callie Ingram rumors had Liam been exposed to already? Ridiculous.
    “Pity.” Liam’s voice was low, so low I almost missed the word. Pity.
    I cocked an eyebrow and reversed through Kirk’s smart-ass comments, wondering what Liam thought was a pity. My mind locked on Kirk’s most humiliating words. He’d said I liked being licked. My face heated and Liam chuckled.
    I faced him in an outward challenge. “You should know what it’s like. I’m not the only one buried in gossip.” If he’d heard things about me, surely he’d heard the things people said about his family.
    His playful expression turned solemn.
    “Sorry,” I whispered, turning back to my screen. It wasn’t nice to remind him of the awful rumors surrounding his sudden appearance or his family history. Maybe I did have a quick temper.
    “I guess we have gossip in common. Sounds like the makings of a true friendship.”
    I slid my gaze his way. My chest expanded in a sudden intake of breath. Liam wore a devastatingly handsome half-smile. A surge of energy coursed through me. I’d made him smile.
    I rubbed nerve-slicked palms against my jeans. “I’ve bonded over worse things.”
    “Do tell.” Liam anchored an elbow on the table and lowered his chin into his palm, batting long black lashes. I assumed this was his impression of a girl. I shoved his elbow off the table and his head dipped.
    “Feisty, isn’t she.” Kirk approached with a slight limp and an evil look of jealousy, quite a fierce protector of his “sloppy seconds.”
    I scanned the room for our librarian, who was nowhere to be found, and braced myself for whatever crap Kirk had come to deliver. Mr. Heaver had gone back to his class after giving Kirk and the other test takers their instructions. Liam was silent at my side.
    “You should see her in the sack.” Kirk directed his stupidity at Liam this time. “Feisty there, too.”
    “You dumped me because I wouldn’t get in your sack, remember?” I turned in my seat to face him and came too close for comfort with his waistband. I stood, popping a hip and squaring my shoulders. He was going to see feisty. “Which is it smart guy? Am I a total slut or am I a prude? You’ll have to decide because your constant contradictions don’t make any sense. I can’t be both, now can I? Or hadn’t that occurred to you?”
    He laughed. “Relax, Callie. It’s okay if you want to spend your life as a virgin. Just don’t expect some guy to put up with it any longer than I did. You ruined a good thing. That’s all on you.”
    My fingers balled into tight fists. “I plan to have lots of sex, Kirk, just never with you this side of a roofie.”
    Snickers echoed through the quiet library, and I gritted my teeth against the embarrassment. Why did our every exchange need to be public and hostile? Why couldn’t I ever keep my mouth shut? Kirk looked around the room, maybe to egg his audience on, maybe checking for the teacher or his absent crew.
    He leaned into my space, growling in my face. “You’re such a raging bitch, Callie.”
    “No. I believe you’re thinking of the rash Hannah gave you. That’s the only thing raging around here.”
    He curled his fingertips over my shoulders in a flash, stopping the blood flow