Breakfast’s only saving grace comes when Theo plops down beside me and whispers in my ear. “Tonight after dinner work for operation fuck with my roommate?” “Sounds perfect.” I glance at the door Thorne and Dawson disappeared through and frown. ‘Do you think Instructor Dawson is pretty?” Theo’s eyebrows shoot up to meet his hairline. “Pretty? No, I wouldn’t say she’s pretty.” His follow-up statement squashes my relief like a beetle beneath a boot. “Dawson is flat-out hot.” On second thought, I change my mind. Theo needs to go.
