Bab 6: CHAPTER 6 The Snake

　　~ CARA ~

　　I wasn’t sure quite how it had happened, but I ended up walking through the Art and Lit building with Mack, who was being a gentleman.

　　It was weird.

　　I was only two halls into the building and admiring the architecture—I’d always loved this building with its Victorian era paneling, crown molding, and carved panel frames—when a shadow fell over me and a low voice murmured, “Good morning, Beautiful,” in my ear.

　　Right in my ear. So close, his breath fluttered in my hair.

　　I’d startled and turned quickly, surprised to find not Rig, but Mack walking next to me, grinning.

　　“I’m not that scary,” he said good-naturedly when I just gaped at him.

　　I sighed at the butterflies I got from his smile, uncertain if they were nerves or attraction. Nerves, I decided. I would not flutter over these playboys!

　　“What are you doing, Mack?” I asked, a little bit annoyed with myself for the fluttering.