Chapter 45

• Dinner turned out to be a mini-tutoring session.
• In between bites of Rowen’s scrumptious potato casserole, she listened as he explained every page of the complex formula. He made a classroom out of his dining table, writing out the numbers and expounding on each element. It was only during times like these when she was reminded how good of a teacher he actually was, when he wasn’t too busy being an asshole.
• He left her to try recalculating her data again, and she’d become too absorbed in solving it that she hadn’t realized he’d already cleared her plates and washed them on the sink. She had just computed her final answer when he placed a slice of graham cake next to her notebook.