Cassie
By Tuesday afternoon, I had managed to convince myself that Brett volunteering had nothing to do with me.
Mostly.
Then I walked into the library and found Ollie sprawled across one of the study-room chairs while Andi stared at him like she was considering murder.
“I said social contract,” Andi snapped.
“And I said society would function better without contracts.”
“That isn’t what Rousseau meant.”
“Maybe Rousseau needed to loosen up.”
I stopped in the doorway. “Why are you here?”
Ollie looked offended. “People are always so surprised when I enter libraries.”
“Because you once asked me whether they had a bar.”
“That was during finals. It was a legitimate business suggestion.”
Andi shoved her textbook toward him. “He’s supposed to be helping me.”
“I’m providing intellectua
