Only years of faking it kept the smile on Evan’s face. “Yes, I’m a grad student in the history department. My focus is in—”
“Some bullshit no one cares about.” Driscoll smiled, showing teeth. “Let’s skip the charade, shall we? What in the hell do you even get out of messing around with an old man like Ackerman and a kid like Luke?”
Evan blinked. He hadn’t met anyone quite so blunt, not in a long time. “That’s an awfully blunt question for someone who isn’t directly involved with the relationships.”
“Of course I’m directly involved. I’m Luke’s guardian. I’m his mentor. It’s my job to safeguard his best interests.” Driscoll took a deep breath. “What you and Ackerman do between yourselves is your business. You’re both bright light, Hollywood types and we can’t expect you to behave like normal people.”