Chapter 69

“Jefferson Eaves! What are you doing up there?”

I turned to a grin just as gleeful, a face as beautiful and charming, and dark eyes that read love as they took in Jefferson up in the air. “Calvin! You’re Calvin, aren’t you?” I asked

“I am,” he said, still focused on Jefferson. “I haven’t had the pleasure.”

“Goose, Goose Tucker.” I extended a hand.

“As in ‘Honk! Honk! Goose?’”

“As in.”

Calvin’s lashes were long. His nose was broad, his cheekbones sharp. His pouty, pink lips looked perfect for kissing, and the dimples on either side rivaled Mario Lopez’s. I had to remember. I had to.

“I’m so happy we finally get to meet.” We watched together as Jefferson crowd-surfed, like a raver in a mosh pit centuries in the future, passed from soldier to soldier down the line. “Jefferson has told me all about you,” I said.

“I’m at a loss, I’m afraid.” Calvin finally looked down at me and took my hand. “He has told me nothing of you.”