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The Great Tray Robbery
The Service Club meeting couldn’t adjourn soon enough. Kate checked the clock again.
Kate turned to Grant. "Can I sled with you?"
He leaned back rubbing his short brown hair and turned her way. His amber eyes
sparkled as he grinned. But not for her. Izzie, Grant’s supposed ex-girlfriend,
sidled past Kate and sat between them.
Grant draped his arm around Izzie. “Sorry Kate, my sled is only big enough for two.”
Disappointed, Kate stared outside. Flakes floated below the
glowing streetlights. Kate selected a Midwestern university because of snow. In
Phoenix, sliding down a hill on a block of ice was as close to sledding as she got.
It wasn’t half as thrilling as speeding down Amphitheater Hill on a toboggan.
The club president adjourned the meeting. “Anyone who’s
sledding meet back here in fifteen minutes.” He held up a cafeteria tray. “If
you don’t have a sled you can always snag one of these.”
Someone tapped Kate’s shoulder. Jesse, her pledge brother, stuffed
his hands in his jacket pockets. “Hey, Arizona. Are you brave enough for Amphitheater
Hill?”
“Sure, Townie. Except I don’t have a sled.”
“Me either. How about liberating one from the student union?” He
nodded toward the building next door.
Kate blinked. “Sure.” Straight arrow Jesse was suggesting
theft. That was a Grant move. She’d met Grant and Jesse her first day on
campus, but only the roguish Grant made an impression. Not for Jesse’s lack of
trying. He’d asked her to pledge Service Club then begged her to co-write the
monthly newsletter.
Kate followed Jesse to the elevator. “I can’t believe you’re
suggesting we steal trays from the food court.”
Jesse leaned against the back wall. “Only borrowing. I plan to return mine first thing in the morning.”
They zipped up their jackets and put on hats before racing
the twenty feet between the student center and the union. The food court bustled
with students. Jesse suggested La Tortuga Taco since they had the fewest
customers. He tucked two trays under his arm. Kate followed him to the
condiment and utensil counter at the edge of the food court. They made eye
contact then ambled down the corridor.
“Hey, stop!” A female student security officer emerged from behind
a pillar. “You can’t remove those from the food court.”
Jesse held up the trays. “We’re just borrowing them for
tonight.”
Another patrol member
closed in on them.
Jesse dropped his booty. “Run!”
Kate and Jesse raced down the hall and turned right before
the patrol could round the corner. The female’s voice crackled through a radio.
“Busy night for trays.”
Jesse grabbed Kate’s hand and pulled her through the nearest
outside door. The two of them raced across the mall to the engineering library.
They whizzed through the entrance past two different student security guards.
An alarm blared. Kate looked back. Security had stopped someone who tripped the
detector.
Jesse tugged Kate’s arm. “Let’s hang out in the stacks in
case.”
Kate thought he was being paranoid but agreed. Still holding
hands, they found a small carrel with two seats. They pulled off their hats.
Jesse’s sandy hair poked up aided by static electricity. His gray eyes matched
his hoodie. “First time I’ve been here for pleasure.” Jesse’s boyish smile
brought out deep dimples.
Maybe she’d crushed on the wrong guy. “Running from campus
police is your idea of fun?”
“With the right partner in crime.” He took her hand again.
“I think the coast is clear. Want to risk returning to the union for some hot
chocolate?” Jesse stood and pulled Kate to her feet.
“As long as you return the tray when we’re done.” She pushed
in her chair. “Tonight.”
Jesse slipped his arm around Kate and held her close. “I
promise if you agree to go sled shopping tomorrow.”
“We’ll have to take it for a test run down Amphitheater
Hill.”
“It’s a date.” Jesse had managed to pickpocket Kate’s heart.
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