Chapter 11

“I can’t.” I didn’t bother shrugging—he couldn’t see me. “These are useless—the professors have written new editions of their textbooks.”

“Bring the books to me. I’ll take care of them for you.”

“But, Hunter, they’re asking for student ID in the bookstore now.”

“Don’t you worry, Kipp. I’ll sell them online. Are you keeping your checking account open?”

“Yes.” My paycheck was automatically deposited into it, and my cell phone bill was automatically deducted from it. “For the time being, anyway.” Until I knew exactly what Sir needed of me.

“Then I’ll put whatever I get for the books into it. And Kipp, your job will be waiting for you if you want to come back.” Hunter had never encouraged physical contact, but I wondered if he would have hugged me if we’d been face to face. “Just drop the books off here, okay?”

“First thing tomorrow morning.”

“Why don’t you bring them by now?”

“I’ve got one more final.”

“Then bring them by afterward. I’ll buy you dinner.”