Genius and the Jock[Men of Holsum College 7] by Daisy Harris

Author:Daisy Harris [Harris, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B009OMHGPM
Publisher: Siren Publishing
Published: 2012-10-08T11:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

“You don’t need to do that, Dad.” Griffin stood outside Holsum’s theater and music building trying to get his father off the phone. His words ghosted up in steam above his cell phone.

“Of course we do. It’s yo ur last college game. Your last game ever, by the looks of it.” Griffin’s father never failed to remind him how college was the end of Griffin’s football career. His dad had played for the Denver Broncos and was hoping at least one of his sons would go on to professional sports after school.

Thank God he’d stopped harping on Griff in to be the one. Both his brothers were better athletes.

“I know. But Christmas break is only a couple weeks later. I’ll see you all then.” Griffin thought about pointing out that he’d just been home for Thanksgiving. Honestly, he was rethinking the wisdom of having gone to college within such easy driving distance of his family.

“It’s no use arguing. We’re coming, and that’s that.”

Griffin rubbed at his face, trying to scrape the frustration off his skin. He was so over football already. All he wanted to do was finish the season and maybe even come out to some extent in spring semester. He and Raj could be a real couple, even if neither of them told their parents. They could have a few months in the sun.

“Fine, Dad. See you in a couple weeks.”

“Your mother will be happy to see you,” his dad answered. Griffin Senior never admitted to feelings. He always pawned them off on Griffin’s mom. Between his dad and his two brothers, the woman had a lot of emotions to account for.

“Tell Mom I love her.” Griffin played his father’s game like a champ.

He hung up his phone and pushed into the building. Then he followed the sound of music down the hallway to a door that was cracked open.

Raj had mentioned that he played in a jazz band but hadn’t said how good it was. Griffdidn’t listen to jazz at all, but the melodies and riffs coming through the door sounded like they were played by a group of professional musicians.

Curious, he peeked through the crack. He could only see a thin slice of the room. There was one guy standing in front of Raj, and he looked like a professor or maybe some adult who worked at the school. And Rajwas…

Well, he was amazing. His eyes were closed and his face screwed up in concentration. Griffin had seen Raj’s intensity when he was working in the lab, but never like this.

Raj’s fingers plucked over the strings of the bass he was playing—quick and strong and unflinching. It was a big instrument, rising up above Raj’s head and filling his arms, but Raj knew how to handle it. The short sleeves of his Metallica T-shirt were folded up around his shoulders, and his ropey muscles jumped as he worked his fingertipson the instrument’s neck and slapped the strings in the middle.

He was really, really good. And watching him got Griffin so hot he thought he might spontaneously combust.

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