Chapter 22

“Any mail for me, gorgeous?” Richard Preston usually got on her last nerve. She knew she wasn’t gorgeous—she was just barely pretty—and everyone knew Preston was gay. But this time his joviality came across as forced.

“You always ask, and what do I always tell you?”

“‘No.’” He looked glum. It didn’t surprise her. She’d been working for the department since before David Putnam attained tenure here at Wooster U., and she knew what he was like, despite having been in love with him at one time herself. Shouldn’t every straight woman be in love with a gay man once in her life? It wouldn’t have mattered that he’d never looked at her; she would never have been stupid enough to think her love could make him straight. So she’d buried her feelings, and it didn’t take too long for her to fall out of love with him.

Preston didn’t even realize how well he’d done. He’d managed to keep David intrigued for the entire spring and fall semesters and half the winter one as well, a university record.