After their encounter, Clint had retreated to familiar ground, going with Riley to the Phi Rho Mu house just off the Cal-U campus. The fall leaves colored the trees and, in the distance, the hills rolled off beyond the brick dorms, academic buildings and the ranchland and orchards that were used to teach hands-on classes to the majority of agriculture students. He’d thought that getting away from the hotel and sitting here by the pool with some of his brothers at his old fraternity would clear his head, but nope. He just kept thinking about earlier in the day, after Margot had tucked in her shirt and straightened out her clothes and hair. She’d sauntered around the room, and he’d known that she was checking for a camera. Satisfied there was none, she’d gone over to her basket on the dresser and almost defiantly brought it over to him. He’d just stared at her while she’d let out an exasperated breath. “You already know how this works,”
