Page 166 of Against All Odds

“Okay, so I have a green tie or a blue one.”

“Conor told me that much.”

“So, which one do I wear?”

“With black pants and a white shirt? Either way, you’ll look like a waiter.”

I groan, glancing down. This was the one part of my outfit I had decided on.

“And why are you wearing a tie? Rylan said you guys were going to her parents’ house.”

I rub my temple, feeling a headache coming on. “I’m trying to make a good impression.”

“Then you should go back in time andnotsneak into their daughter’s hotel room.”

“That’s helpful, Harlow. Thanks.”

She laughs. “Wear jeans and a nice sweater. Something you’re more comfortable in.”

I exhale. “Okay, thanks.”

I hand Conor back his phone and then head toward the door.

“Phillips,” he calls after me.

“What?” I glance back.

Conor grins. “Good luck.”

I roll my eyes, then continue to my room to finish getting ready.

Rylan’s roommate Chloe is the one who answers the door.

“Hey, Aidan,” she says, greeting me with a smile.

“Hey.” I step inside the front hallway. “How’s it going, Chloe?”

“Not bad.” She glances toward the couch, where one of Rylan’s other roommates is sitting on the couch with her boyfriend. I can never remember the guy’s name, but I can’t stand him. Both times I’ve been around him, he’s checked Rylan out. “You?”

“Pretty good,” I reply.

Rylan appears a few seconds later, wearing one of those short skirts that drive me insane. She kisses me, says bye to her roommates, then pulls me down the front path toward where I parked my truck on the street.

I tug her to a stop before she reaches toward the door handle, caging her between my body and the bed of the truck.

Rylan quirks an eyebrow at me before running a hand down the center of my chest. I changed into jeans and a sweater, per Harlow’s advice.

“Something wrong?” she asks.

I shake my head, fishing my phone out of my pocket and pulling up the screenshot I took earlier before handing it over to her.

She scans the lines of text, her lips moving silently. “You passed?”

“I passed.”

More likedecimated. I scored a ninety-three on my retake of the final.

Rylan perches up on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so proud of you,” she murmurs.