"I'm okay, honest." I sighed heavily. "Well, as okay as I can be after that." I squinted up at him. "Exactly how many jobs do you have, anyway? Barista, self-defense guru, fixit guy, parking enforcement officer--and by the way, does that mean you gave me the ticket I got last spring for two measly minutes of double parking when I ran into the library to return a book?" His shoulders relaxed with my teasing tone, and I was rewarded with the ghost smile. "I plead the fifth on that. I write a lot of parking tickets. The, um, fixit thing is rare. And I volunteer time for the self-defense gig." What I'd left off this list, and what he didn't add: economics tutor. "I guess we should add one more, huh?" I said, watching him closely. He had a superb poker face. No reaction at all. "Personal defender of Jacqueline Wallace?" The faint smile appeared again. "Another volunteer position, Lucas?" I asked coyly, brows rising. "How will you have time for studying? Or anything fun?" His hands reached for me, gripping my hipbones and pulling me forward. He stared down at me, his voice low. "There are some things I will make time for, Jacqueline." Leaning, he kissed the spot just in front of my ear, the spot that made my breath go shallow. And then, he turned and jogged out to his motorcycle, leaving me standing in the entryway"