was not well-versed in the subject. Well, unless you counted my romance novels, which was about all I could think about the moment I leapt into Clay’s arms at the cafeteria with every single person watching. We’d practiced. We’d rehearsed. I knew exactly what to do, what to say, to make a scene and make it convincing. I felt like the main character in a cheesy rom com, caught up in a crazy scheme with a guy way out of my league. It was thrilling. It was fun.
