Eva carried her luggage into her apartment. She didn’t want the one Antonio had picked out for her, but found an apartment for rent closer to campus. Antonio followed her in, asking, “Are you sure you have everything?”

She glanced at him. “Yes, for the millionth time, yes. My phone. My class schedule.” She put down her bag and grinned at him. “I’m a college girl now!”

He wrapped her in a hug. “You’re not my little bug, zouzouni mou.”

She punched his chest. “I’ll always be that.” They’d spent Christmas in Aspen. Eva had skied like a demon, tackling the hardest triple black diamond runs. That had made her feel better—stronger. But she kept missing Callum.

She’d see something and want to share it with him. She’d started reading books that he’d left behind for her—her school books. Now she poured over ever word and wondered what kinds of questions would he ask her. She missed his laugh. She missed his body. She missed him.

But she wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. He was gone—and that was that. She’d refused Antonio’s offer of another tutor.

“I’m going to open a new office in New York, so I’ll be by to see you.”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t need to. Now come and take me to campus before you go.”

“Yes, sir.” He grinned at her. She locked her apartment—tiny but she liked the roses out front and the light inside. Claire waited for them in the car downstairs. She’d had some phone calls to make, and she was using the trip to deal with her voice over work and talk to her agent. The weather was still cold and Eva shivered as they stepped outside. She was not sure she’d ever get used to that. But she kept telling herself she liked snow.

Antonio drove her onto the campus and to the library. Claire was still on the phone and it sounded like business with her agent had turned into gossip and talk of a baby shower for Claire while she was in New York. Eva liked the idea. She had time yet before the semester started, so she would be able to help with the shower. However, she wanted to spend a lot of time on campus to get to know the university. She figured the library was a good place to start.

Parking outside the library, Antonio turned to Claire and made a hurry up gesture. Eva climbed out of Antonio’s car. There weren’t as many students on campus as there would be when the new semester stared, but Eva spotted what looked like a familiar pair of shoulders. The tousled blond hair looked like…but, no, it couldn’t be. Then he turned. And Callum smiled at her.

Skin going cold, she told Antonio and Claire, “Wait here.”

Antonio blinked at her. Claire hung up and asked, “What’s going on?”

Eva stalked off, ignoring Antonio calling out to her. Stopping in front of Callum, she put her hands on her hips. His smile faded and vanished. “Uh, hi?”

“Do I skin you alive? What does a jerk who drops a friend deserve?”

Callum took a step back and held up a hand. “Now wait a minute—”

“Why, so you can walk out again?”

“Again?” Antonio stepped up, putting himself on the side between her and Callum. “What do you mean again? Callum, I’m disappointed in you.”

Eva turned on him. “You stay out of this!”

Claire stopped behind Antonio and tugged on his arm. “Sweetie?” He shook her off and told Eva, “No, you stay out. Let me handle this.”

“No!” Eva launched into a torrent of Greek. She called Callum every name she could think of—son of a flea-bitten goat, a soulless air-sucking monster, friend of no one who ever should matter. And then she turned on Antonio, telling him to stay out of her business. She punched a finger into her brother’s chest. “If I want to flay this…this ungrateful, mealy mouthed—”

“Okay, stop right there,” Callum said. He swung a backpack off his shoulder. “I am not mealy mouthed.” He glanced from Eva to Claire to Antonio and back again. He let out a breath. “As to the rest, well, my Greek stops right about at glykia mou…se skeftomai sinehia. Se hriazome.”

Eva jerked upright. Her arms dropped to her sides. “Do you even know what that means?”

“Yeah.” Callum gave a shrug. “It means my darling, I’m constantly thinking of you. I need you.”

She frowned. “Well, technically it is my sweet—”

“Yes, and who are you calling sweet?” Antonio demanded.

“Tonio,” Claire said her tone warning.

“You stay out of this,” Eva told him. She glanced at Callum. “And who are you calling your sweet? Have you met another Greek girl? I’m going to warn her about you.”

“I hope you will. You’d better warn her I fell in love with this impossibly spoilt rich girl. I mean she’s a party girl, really, but…but the side of her I know is the side where she’s the smartest, most original, and…well, and everything I could ever want. But you see, I couldn’t exactly tell her any of that—not when her brother,” he paused and shot a stare at Antonio, “was paying me to teach her. So I had to quit. Hey, did you know I got a teaching job here—not in your department, thank god for that. There’s no need to get into the ethics of you trying to trade sex for a grade.”

“Callum!” The word came out in a low growl from Antonio. Claire gave up tugging on his arm and just rolled her eyes.

Eva turned on him. “Antonio, I said I would handle this. Now I’ve asked you several times to stay out of this. You are my brother. I love you. But Callum is the man I love and if you can’t deal with that we are going to have problems.”

Leaning close, Claire said, “Sweetie, I think she means it. Meaning, will you be a love and walk me to the car before I have to drag your unconscious body there. I think these two need to talk.”

Antonio looked from Eva to Callum. He waved a finger at Callum. “If you hurt her—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You won’t just break every bone in my body, you’ll see I never teach again, probably destroy my credit, and uh, get me shipped off to someplace really, really bad.” He looked at Eva. “But she can do worse. She can break my heart and stomp on it if she wants to, so you probably should just leave this to her. You don’t ever want to underestimate this girl.”

Eva smiled. Then she looked at Antonio and Claire. “Well?” She shooed them with her hands.

Claire dragged Antonio away with him muttering about women, and Eva turned to Callum. “Why drop me like that?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “I…I really thought at the time it was the right thing to do. You know…your world, mine…they’re a long way apart.”

“And?” Her chin came up.

“And then I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’d read something and want to ask you what you thought. I’d see something in a store and know you’d be trying to buy it if you saw it. Something would make me laugh and I’d look up, thinking about your smile. Se skeftomai sinehia! Do you know how long I’ve been practicing that phrase?”

She stepped closer. “Now what? I’m supposed to forgive you for being such a barbarian as to try and walk out on me?”

“Well, if you’re really pissed off, you could walk out on me?” He stepped closer. “Or you could just demand that I make it up to you with hours and hours of love making.”

She tipped her head to the side. “I’ll think about that.”

“Think about this, glykia mou.” He took her in his arms and kissed her until her head spun.

When he let her go, she smiled and put her arms around his neck. “We’re going to have to work on your accent. It’s terrible.”

He nodded. “Teach me anything you want.”