schedule. The four of us ended up at the same lab bench.â
âAnd?â I nudged, knowing from the sound of his voice that there was more to the story. His face reddened. I raised an eyebrow at him à la
Star Trek
âs Mr. Spock.
âWe were staining slides. We had to use a Bunsenburner for one of them . . . and then a fire extinguisher.â
âSo the four of you bonded when you started a fire in the biology lab and then had to put it out with a fire extinguisher?â
Dani shook her head. âNo, it wasnât like that,â she said, laughter sparkling in her green eyes. âAnd technically it was the sprinkler system that put the fire out.â She held up a hand before I could say anything. â
And
it wasnât our fault that the sprinkler system activated in the first place. That was because of Dr. Martindaleâs hair.â
âYouâve lost me,â I said. âWhoâs Dr. Martindale?â
âBio prof,â John said, frowning as though the answer should have been obvious.
âAnd it was his hair that set off the sprinklers?â I was still lost.
He nodded.
âBecause he was wearing a tiki-torch hat?â
âVery funny,â he said, âbut no. When Travis set his slide on fire with the Bunsen burner he dropped it in the sink. The problem was whoever had been in the lab before us had dumped alcohol down that sink.â
âWhich was not my fault,â Travis interjected.
âI think I get the picture,â I said. âBut I still donât understand how the professorâs hair set off the sprinklers.â
âIt wasnât exactly
his
hair, if you get what I mean,â Dani said with a Cheshire-cat grin.
I nodded. âIâm starting to.â
âDr. Martindale was an excitable kind of guy.âTravis looked toward the front of the restaurant. When he caught Claireâs attention he pointed at his cup the same way Iâd seen him do earlier.
âFlaming hair will do that to you, Iâm guessing,â I said.
Claire arrived at the table with the coffeepot then. As she filled my cup I met her gaze and held up one finger. She nodded almost imperceptibly and I felt confident that she knew I intended to take care of the bill.
âOkay, Dr. Martindaleâs alleged hair was on fire,â I said as I doctored my coffee. âThen what happened?â It was impossible to keep my smile contained.
John made a face. âHe had on a pair of those big plastic goggles you wear in the lab and when he pulled them off his hair got caught in the strap and itââhe made a rolling motion with one handââkind of somersaulted into the sink.â He shrugged. âYou know, I was never really sure that hair
was
human hair.â
âYouâre making this up,â I said, shaking with laughter. Even Marcus was smiling at the memory.
âNo, weâre not,â John insisted. He held up one hand, palm facing out. âI swear itâs the truth. There was a lot of smoke, the sprinklers went off and we had to evacuate the building. That was the end of the lab. We all ended up at this bar just off campus.â He shrugged again. âThatâs really how we got to know each other. We all pretty much agreed without talking about it that we werenât going to say a word about Dr. Martindaleâs hair being the reason the sprinklers went off.â
âI can see how it would have been a hot-button issue for him,â I said, dissolving into laughter again.
âI think we were probably the reason Dr. Martindale retired at the end of the year.â John winked at me and reached for his coffee.
âYou mean the field trip,â Travis said. The smile on his face was more like a smirk. âYeah, I think that cemented it for Martindale.â
A look passed between Marcus and Dani, so quickly that I wasnât completely certain Iâd seen it at all.
Dani