I fist his jacket and move in close. “And if I were trying to get rid of you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow and a smile I can’t restrain.

Large hands go low around my hips and settle on my backside. “I’m not letting you get away that easy, Ms. Summerlin.”

Giving him a quick kiss, I then straighten the backpack on my shoulders. “Good. Because I have no intention of letting you go either.” Taking off slowly, I walk backward. “See you later, babe.” I start the hike up the campus to the building for my first class of the day.

Harbor’s still standing there when I look back. I smile to myself, imagining this must be what walking on cloud nine feels like. “Hey, Summerlin?”

I look back again before I get too far from him. Laughing, I reply, “What is it, Westcott?”

“How do you feel about dinner with my parents?”

Did he really just ask me where everyone in the vicinity can hear? God, I hope so. “Tell them I’d love to.” I blow him a kiss and then turn back only to run into Amanda.

“I didn’t take you guys,” she starts, “for the whole make-a-scene, PDA type of couple. I figured you’d be more low-key.”

We take a right through the quad, heading in the same direction. I’m still smiling like a fool. “If you haven’t noticed, nothing about Harbor Westcott is low-key.”

“Speaking of the Westcotts, I can’t stop thinking about how much Harbor’s changed since his cousin passed.”

I do a double take from the swift change in direction of the conversation. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she says casually, “he used to come party down off Dobson with Lucas back when Dane first met Mia.” She eyes me with a shrug. “You never came to those parties. Anyway, now Harbor just hangs out at home all the time. Our home, to be specific. Doesn’t he have his own apartment?”

The words don’t match the friendliness of her tone. “That’s a lot to unpack, Amanda.”

“Sorry, you’re always with him, so we don’t talk much anymore.”

The change in mood blew in like the wind. I stop because now I feel bad because she’s not entirely wrong. “Well, to address the apartment situation, yes, he still has it. Sometimes he’s there, but most of the time, lately, at least, he’s been staying with me at ours. I’m sorry if that bothers you. I didn’t know you felt that way.”

“I’m only bothered when I can’t get into the bathroom when I want. And sometimes I feel like I’m intruding if you’re in the living room eating together. But really, I’m just surprised you guys don’t—” She finally notices I’m not next to her, and she turns back. “What are you doing?”

I walk forward but stop with a few feet between us. Still confused by the comments, I hold on to the straps of my backpack for support. “I could ask the same of you?”