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yes, that would be fabulous. I nodded.
    “I won’t forget it, though.”
    Embarrassment flooded me, but Rider was grinning as he scooted closer and tugged me over. Before I knew what he was doing, he’d tucked my hips between his thighs and circled his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest.
    His really hard chest.
    The contact jolted me, like touching a live wire. It took a couple of seconds for me to relax.
    He was silent as he rested his chin on the top of my head, and I didn’t say anything as I squeezed my eyes shut against the rising tide of emotion. Being this close to him again was something so powerful the connection was tangible, a third entity.
    One hand drifted up my back, a slow slide under the weight of my hair. He curled his fingers around the nape of my neck. His chin moved, grazing my forehead, and the intimacy of the act was so different than any of the other times he’d been this close. An odd warmth settled in my muscles. Like stepping out into the sun for the first time after a long winter. There was a moment when I wasn’t sure if he breathed, because I didn’t feel his chest move under my hands.
    In the back of my head, I wondered how...how okay this was. I didn’t want to pull away and break the connection, but I thought that maybe I should. This was innocent. It had to be, but it was also different.
    “Do you have someone to eat lunch with normally?” he asked, and his voice seemed off to me. Deeper.
    Keeping my eyes closed, I wasn’t sure how to answer that and I also didn’t pull away. I wasn’t sure what that said about me or if it said anything at all.
    “Mouse?”
    “There’s a girl in my English class. She...invited me to sit with her.”
    The arm around my waist seemed to have tightened. “Who?”
    “Keira... I don’t remember her last name.”
    A heartbeat passed. “I know her. She’s in our speech class. Pretty cool girl. You going to take her up on the offer? If not, I can meet you for lunch.”
    But he had a class right now that he was supposed to be in.
    Then it hit me. Rider... Wow, he really hadn’t changed. Even after four years, even if he was supposed to be in class and even though he had a girlfriend, he would be there for me if I told him I needed him. Stupid tears pricked at my eyes. “You don’t need to do that. I’m going to sit with her.”
    His fingers moved along my neck, searching out the muscles. “You sure?”
    My heart was a puddle of mush. “Yes. She invited me... She asked if I wanted to try out for cheerleading.”
    Rider’s hand stilled. “Mouse...”
    I grinned.
    “You’re not considering that, are you?” he asked after a moment. Then he trailed off and suddenly pulled back, arms and everything.
    The sudden loss of the closeness forced my eyes open. His profile was to me, jaw taut, and he was staring out over the pavilion, toward the parking lot. There was a car idling in the rows of parked vehicles, some sort of sedan. From what I could tell, the windows were tinted to the point you couldn’t see who or what was inside.
    A door shut, and my attention swung toward the exit we’d come out of earlier. I saw Jayden walking out, hitching up his pants as he walked across the pavilion, toward the steel gate.
    “Shit,” Rider muttered under his breath.
    I stiffened as a sense of wariness slipped over him. “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah.” He watched Jayden slip out the gate and make his way to the car. The younger boy bent at the waist as the driver’s window rolled down. Rider patted my leg, drawing my gaze. “The bell’s about to ring. Why don’t you go ahead in?”
    Something cold and hard was etched into the lines of his face. I didn’t like it. “Rider...”
    “Everything is okay. I promise,” he said, tapping my leg again, and then he stood as the double doors opened again. This time it was Hector who was coming outside, and the look on his face said he was not happy. Rider took my hand, pulling me up. “I’ll