Pushing Limits (Fighting Love #1) - kali cross Page 0,75

world, everything imaginable gets jammed into them,” and my favorite: “If God didn’t want us to eat pussy, he wouldn’t have made it look like a taco.” By the time we sit down, she has me giggling and smiling.

I swear this girl can make a root canal fun.

We sit down to eat, and the TV is blaring with the local news. My eyes gravitate to a news report on the TV. A picture of a woman’s back with a boot mark on her back flashes on the screen while the news anchor comments on it. “Sally, listen.” I point at the TV. “The news. Karen told me about this story, a waitresses around campus are getting beaten up. I think another girl was attacked. Look.”

Sally and I catch the end of the report as the reporter says, “…another victim was assaulted outside the Crazy C on the 1500 block of Guadalupe around three a.m. this morning. This is the third incident in the area. The police are investigating leads on a boot print on the victims’ bodies.” Sally googles it and looks at the full coverage indicating another girl was beaten the same boot print on their backs.

“Oh my God. I think I know that girl.” Sally’s mouth drops open as her hand flies to her chest.

“What do you mean?” My eyes narrow. “You know another victim?”

“This is where I was last night. I was hitting on this cute little waitress, and I walked her to her car after the club closed. We stayed out there and fooled around for about an hour, and she said she had to get up early the next morning. I kissed her goodbye, walked to my car, and left around three.”

“She put her number in my phone.” She searches her phone and sends her a text. “I’ll make sure it wasn’t her. It probably wasn’t. I mean what are the odds? Right?” Sally types in a text.

Her phone pings, and she looks at the display. Her eyes open wide as she says, “It was her.”

“Sally, is Lily psycho enough to beat someone up? What am I saying?” I ask, flinging up my hands. “Should you call the police or something?”

“Lily may be a bitch, but she wouldn’t hospitalize someone.”

“Ok, if you say so.” I say pensively. “I think that chick is one card short of a full deck. Just sayin’.” I check my watch and say, “Listen, I need to head over to the library.” I stand grabbing my book bag. “You coming?”

“Nah, I’m going to head back to the room. I’ll see you when you get back. You can tell me how your study session went. Text me if he gets too handsy. I can always zip over and give him a hand.” She chuckles.

“You can’t drag your mind out of the gutter can you?” I sneer at her, shaking my head.

“Only when it comes to you, darlin’,” she says smiling up at me. “Only with you.”

***

On my way up to the third floor, I wonder why the hell I agreed to this. Why can’t he ask one of his bros for help? Because, they don’t have vaginas, dumbass. It’s not like we’re friends anyway. And, I have Tommy, so why the fuck am I here? Is this some fucked-up-Oprah-people-pleaser bullshit? So some hottie asks me for help and I fawn and bat my eyelashes at him, grateful to be noticed? Why the fuck am I here?

I haven’t heard from Tommy today so I text him:

Heading for a study session with people from my poli-sci class.

Thinking about you. Miss you.

I search the floor, and I see Bobby in a private study room. I feel guilty for fudging the truth with Tommy. Why get him worried out in the middle of a pasture? He should trust me anyways. I’ll help Bobby and leave. Clear conscience. I need to get my paper done anyway. And, I still have a buttload of reading to do.

“Hey.” I enter the small study room and set my book bag down next to the chair opposite him. “I don’t have much time, only about an hour. I still have to finish reading a four hundred page novel for my contemp lit class.”

“Whatever help you can give me, pequena, would be greatly appreciated,” he says with a smile.

He hands me his paper, and I note he has chosen the role of the Hispanic community in the next election. Good topic. As I read, I realize he has some strong political opinions