Free Unforgettable by Cecily von Ziegesar

from his hand. “I thought girls didn’t say ‘panties,’ though?” “They do when guys are around.” Tinsley made a beeline for the mailroom pickup window, Heath following like a puppy dog. Didn’t he have anything better to do? “Two seventy,” she said, handing the girl behind the counter her slip. She was quickly rewarded with a shoe-box-size package.
    “Adea, huh?” Heath asked, leaning over her shoulder to look.
    “How’d you—oh.” Tinsley looked down at the package, realizing her mother had included her middle name in the address: Tinsley Adea Carmichael. “It was my Danish grandmother’s name,” she mumbled, the rest of the address catching her eye. In her mother’s elegant backwards-slanting cursive, it was marked to Box 207. Jesus, this was her third year here, and her mother
still
didn’t have the right address. This had better be something good. The return address was her parents’ Gramercy Park penthouse. Hmm. She’d thought they were in Amsterdam—her father was orchestrating some fancy business deal—but of course they hadn’t kept her up to speed on their plans.
    “I’ll buy you a mochaccino if you show me what’s in the box,” Heath bargained as Tinsley slid the package under her arm.
    “It’s your lucky day, Ferro.” She shrugged, and the two of them headed toward the coffee bar. She always needed a little pick-me-up around this time, or else she found it impossible to make it through her afternoon classes.
    “So, Julian, huh?” Heath glanced at Tinsley out of the corner of his eye, a perfectly angelic expression on his handsome features. The two of them carefully stepped over an abandoned J.Crew catalog as they made their way out of the mailroom.
    Bastard.
He definitely knew something. And if Heath knew about it, then the entire campus wasn’t far behind. She quickly put her hand on his forearm and gave it a squeeze, lowering her voice to the throaty register she knew made boys think about sex, and nothing else. “You know
you’re
the only one for me, H.F.” “Ha!” He pretended to eye Tinsley suspiciously but she could see that gooey look come into his eyes. Heath was so horny that a little dose of the signature Carmichael charm was all that was needed to make him forget about Julian. For now. “You’re such a tease,” he said, holding open the door to the coffee bar and following her as she made her way toward the line. He ordered and paid, and Tinsley went to pick up the drinks from the barista.
    “So, get this.” Heath followed her as she strode over to a booth in the corner. She dropped her box onto the table disinterestedly and slid onto one padded red-leather bench. Heath glanced around him—like that wasn’t suspicious—before continuing in a hushed voice. “My connection at the liquor store says he can get us some killer cheap kegs and even offered up his family’s barn somewhere in town.” He stretched his arms into the air so that his shirt rose to reveal his tanned, tight abs. “Think there’s any way we could bribe Marymount to let us all go off campus?” Tinsley raised her eyebrows and dug into her purse. She pulled out the miniature Sephora nail file she kept with her at all times, prying the tape off the package from her mother. Not only did the nail file come in handy for manicure-related emergencies, it made her feel like Nancy Drew. Or MacGyver. “What if
I
bring the idea to him?” The wheels were already turning—Marymount definitely owed her for keeping his secrets to herself. The Boston weekend had been weeks ago, and she and Heath and Callie had all managed—somewhat amazingly—to keep mum about catching him canoodling with the equally married Angelica Pardee. Now it was
definitely
Marymount’s turn to thank her for it.
    “Sweetheart, you’re pretty, but you’re not that pretty.” Heath grabbed for the package, but Tinsley pulled it away from him. “You think if you ask him to let you have a keg party off campus and