Clay's Hope

by Melissa Haag

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  The rest of the week followed a very similar pattern. She read a lot, made a trip to purchase more books-I rode along and dutifully waited in the car-then she started to read those, too.

  Some of the subjects were interesting. Woman's literature fascinated me. It wasn't the context but the concept. A whole class just about women's books and the impact they had on the world. Did they have a men's literature?

  Monday, when she grabbed her keys, I jumped to follow her to the door.

  "Your license only wins you so much freedom. Dogs aren't allowed on campus and definitely not in the classroom."

  I growled. There was no way she was going to that place full of men without me.

  "Clay, I'm putting up with you in my house and on my bed. Don't push this."

  Her tone and scent had me backing off. I wouldn't push. A ride in the car would have been convenient, but I could just as easily follow her on foot.