Chapter 9

“It never bothered you before,” Ben murmured. He’d always liked to say he was in the top eighty percent of their class—if he made fun of himself first, no one else could.

“How can I take you to any faculty functions?”

“Are you ashamed of me, Rick?”

Rick had flushed. “No.” But his eyes hadn’t met Ben’s.

“As soon as the overtime stops, I’ll go back to school.”

Only he hadn’t had the opportunity to do that, because by that time, Rick had left.

And, all right, maybe he wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he had friends who were

Fred Lancaster, the guy who ran the computer lab at Howe U., owed him big time for getting the lab rewired way before the deadline, and on top of that, he liked Ben.