“Very fast,” Jessileigh said. She’d obviously been listening in, and now she stepped over. “One broke his leg. One broke his back. And the other broke his neck.” She giggled. “It was funny. They all had to go to the hospital.”
“Oh my.” I wasn’t sure even what to say to this, although I wanted to giggle too at the image of Declan dropping toy soldiers to the ground with parachutes that didn’t work. “What did he say about why it didn’t work?”
“He just said it was supposed to work,” Lily answered, covering her mouth with her hand. “The air wasn’t co-op-rating today. I don’t think he knew what was wrong.”
I sighed. Of course he didn’t know. Maybe he was trying a little more, but he still seemed completely clueless as a teacher. “Well, maybe he knew, but he wanted you all to figure it out.”
Lily shook her head. “I don’t think so. He was like you when you do bumper cars with me.”
“What do you mean?”
“The way you pretend to have fun but really don’t know how to move them good.”
I smiled and kissed Lily on the cheek, feeling a wave of affection at the sight of her serious expression. “I’m not that bad at bumper cars.”
Lily turned to the other girl. “Yes, she is.”
I made a teasing face at my daughter and then said to the other girl, “Your name is Jessileigh, isn’t it?”
“Yes. It’s nice to meet you.” The girl had surprisingly meticulous manners.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Jessileigh.” She was definitely not the normal kind of girl Lily gravitated toward as a friend.
For some reason I glanced across the yard and saw Declan standing on the outskirts. He was looking in our direction with a strange sort of focus.
It wasn’t his day to do crowd control either, so I had no idea why he was just standing there watching, like he was ready to pounce or something.
The man was strange.
He was also so good-looking in the afternoon sun that I had to glance away before my mind went in wrong directions.
“Oh, there’s your grandma and granddad, Lily. We’ll see you later, Jessileigh.”
I walked Lily to the front, where her grandparents were pulling up in the line of cars. The adults picking up children weren’t supposed to get out of the car since it slowed down the line, but Nick’s mother did anyway. She hugged Lily and then hugged me and then settled Lily in the back seat before she hugged me again, explaining that they were going to go to the zoo, which was having some sort of Christmas exhibit.
After I gave them a final wave, I also waved at Jessileigh, whose father had picked her up in a very expensive car.
Then I turned around to walk back inside, and my eyes met Declan’s across the yard.
I was strangely unsettled by the look. I had no idea what it meant. And I definitely had no idea why I was suddenly picturing him looking at me that way in bed.
That idea was more than enough to completely rattle me, so I pushed it from my mind and instead thought about what Lily had said earlier.
Declan teaching was like me trying to do bumper cars. I always felt clueless and frustrated in bumper cars, and she’d evidently picked up the same thing from Declan in the classroom.
It was the final straw.
I really didn’t want to tattle on another teacher, but I’d given him more than enough time to get it together and deal with any new-teacher adjustments.
This couldn’t be normal adjustments to the classroom. He was genuinely unprepared to teach a first grade class, and Mrs. Bradbury wouldn’t return from maternity leave for ten more weeks.
I had to say something to the principal. I couldn’t just let something so important slide.
I was sure I was doing the right thing, but it left me feeling uncomfortable, so I killed some time, straightening up my classroom before I headed to Chuck’s office.
He always had an open door for the hour after school ended for any teachers who had problems or concerns.
I had to wait for five minutes because he was talking to someone else, but then Rose waved me in.
“Hi, Chuck,” I said with a smile, telling myself I really had no other choice than to do this.
“Kristin. I’m glad you came by. I was wanting to chat with you anyway. Have a seat.”
“You were? What about?”
“Why don’t we deal with your issue first.” He was smiling, but there was a faint underlying awkwardness as if he were feeling as uncomfortable as I was.
I had no idea why he would be.
I cleared my throat. “Well, honestly, I hate to come to you like this, but I’ve tried handling it on my own, and it’s just not working. Actually, I’ve tried multiple times to talk to him and can’t get any answers out of him. I’m worried about Lily’s substitute—Declan Curtis. He doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing in the classroom, and he won’t give me any information on his background. I just don’t understand why. It’s strange. Like he’s hiding something. I don’t want to get him in trouble or anything, but I also don’t want someone questionable to be teaching one of our classes.” I took a deep breath and made myself calm down since saying it all out loud made me even more worried and frustrated.
“He hasn’t been in the class for very long. Give him some time.” Chuck sounded overly laid-back—too laid-back for it to be believable, given what I’d just said.
“I’ve given him a week and a half. Lily tells me every day what they do in class, and as far as I can tell, they aren’t learning much of anything.”
“That’s not true. I’ve been in that class every day just to keep an eye on it. I know Lily is a smart girl with high expectations, but it’s not been that different from most first grade classes.”
I took another deep breath and looked at the floor again so I wouldn’t get angry. “You’re not in there all day though. And—”
“Kristin, don’t worry about it. Even if he’s not the best teacher in the world, he’s not going to be in the classroom very long.”
“But Eileen won’t get back for two and a half months.”
“But there’s nothing saying he’ll be the substitute for all that time.”
I stared at Chuck, suddenly realizing that he knew something I didn’t know. There was a secret here. He was hiding something. Was Declan just filling in until a more suitable substitute could take over? If so, why not just come out and say it? Why was everyone being so damn secretive?
Maybe it should have been a relief that Declan wasn’t going to be the teacher for the whole three months, but I was more frustrated that something was going on here that involved my daughter’s class, and I didn’t know what it was.
“Kristin, please trust me,” Chuck said as if he realized the conclusion I’d come to.
I swallowed hard. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Chuck?”
He opened his mouth to reply but then closed it again as if he’d changed his mind. Then he said, more slowly, “I think so. Sometimes you choose the best option when none of them are great.”
I thought about that for a minute, still staring at him.
That was as much as he was going to admit to me. I realized it now. But my blood was still pumping with anxious confusion. “If there’s something going on that involves the children’s welfare, then the parents need to know.”
“I promise, Kristin. Lily is in absolutely no danger. The children are as safe right now as we can make them.”
“Chuck…”
He sighed loudly but not with annoyance. “Declan Curtis may not be an ideal teacher, but he’s doing the best he can, and maybe we need to show him a little kindness and compassion instead of criticizing his every move.”
Being that I knew I was the only one with an issue, I took it for the stern critique that it was.
I nodded, seeing he was confident about that at least. With a sigh, I got up. “Okay. I’ll trust you for now since I have to. But I’m still going to keep an eye out.” I gave him a help
less look. “My daughter’s education is very important to me. So is the reputation of the school. I can’t help but take things like this seriously and question things that don’t seem right. I hope you understand.”
“I do.” He smiled and stood up too. “And I wouldn’t expect anything else.”
***
I did some prep work for tomorrow and, an hour later, was heading out to the staff parking lot.
It had been a long day, I was tired, and I was kind of looking forward to going home to an empty house where I could just collapse on the couch for an hour or so.
But as I approached my car—a sensible sedan—I realized that my couch time wasn’t going to happen anytime soon.
One of the rear tires on my car was flat.
I slumped, staring at it, hoping it would miraculously reinflate while I watched.
No such luck.
I’d probably run over a nail or something. There was construction going on in our neighborhood. One of my neighbors had been complaining about nails on the road.
After a minute of just standing, I finally dropped my bag to the ground and opened my trunk. I did have a spare, so all I needed to do was put it on.
I could go inside and find someone to help me, but it would probably have to be Chuck, and he wasn’t in any better shape than I was. Or I could call AAA and wait for an hour or more before someone came to change the tire for me.
Or I could do it myself.
I’d changed tires with Nick before, so I knew the process. With him being deployed, he’d made sure that I knew how to handle car maintenance and some of the basics that might need to be taken care of on my own. I could do it. I was sure I could do it.
This was just the first time that I had to do it.
Steeling my will, I hauled the spare out of the trunk and then found the small jack.
I wanted so much for Nick to be alive that I almost cried as I crouched down next to the flat tire to position the jack.
Then I remembered I’d better put the emergency brake on.
I was just standing up when a voice behind me said, “Did you piss off too many fourth graders, and one of them took revenge on your tire?”
I jerked in surprise and almost stumbled when I realized Declan was directly behind me.
He reached out, evidently to stabilize me, but his hands started on my shoulders and slid down to my waist. I knew it wasn’t intentional—he was just instinctively trying to keep me from falling. But it felt like an embrace, and I reacted that way. I flushed and felt a shiver of excitement, brutally aware of his strong, warm body and the strength of his hands.
I pulled away, rather abruptly.
“Sorry,” he said in a mild, teasing drawl. “I didn’t really think it was a tire-destroying fourth grader.”
“I know. You just startled me.”
“Can I help?” he asked, eyeing the flat tire and the spare I’d pulled out.
“Oh. Yeah. I guess. If you don’t mind.” I felt rather befuddled, and unfortunately, I probably sounded that way.
“No problem at all.”
“Thank you.” I took the opportunity of leaning into the car to pull the emergency brake to pull myself together. This was ridiculous. I wasn’t a naïve teenager who was into a boy for the first time. I was an adult. I’d already been married. I knew how to interact with a man without acting like a fool.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“I appreciate it,” I added when he positioned the jack and started pumping it. “I think I could have done it, but it would have been a real pain.”
“I don’t mind.” He grinned at me, looking amused but not flirtatious, which was a change from the way he’d smiled at me before. “Changing tires is my specialty.”
He definitely knew what he was doing. He moved quickly and easily as he lifted the car on the jack, loosened the lug nuts, and pulled off the flat tire. He wore khakis and a short-sleeved shirt, even though it was December, and my eyes lingered on his well-developed biceps, his strong back, and his tight ass as he leaned over.
My mind went in very wrong directions, and there was no way I could rein it in, not until he secured the spare and lowered the car.
“Thank you,” I said when he stood up.
“You’re welcome.” His eyes rested on my face, and I wasn’t sure what to make of the expression. It wasn’t that practiced flirtation I’d seen before, but it felt warm, admiring. It made a knot of excitement tighten in my gut. “My pleasure.”
“I can’t imagine that changing a tire is really a pleasure,” I murmured, glancing down and then up at him again.
“I like to work with my hands.”
A very particular feeling was coursing through my body now—one I hadn’t experienced in ages. He’d stepped closer, and I couldn’t look away from him. “I can see that.” My voice broke slightly, so I cleared my throat. “It’s nice to know that you’re good at something.”
I hadn’t thought through those words either, and I realized they might have sounded meaner than I’d intended. He didn’t take them as mean though. His smile warmed even more, and he took another step toward me until he was only inches away. “I’m good at a lot of things.”
“Like what?” I was breathless now, and my body seemed to know what was coming, even though my mind hadn’t caught up.
“Like this.”
I still hadn’t processed exactly what was going on, so I wasn’t prepared when he lifted one hand to cup my face and then leaned down to kiss me.
I gasped against his lips—from pleasure and excitement and surprise all at once—and my hands flew up instinctively to cling to his shirt. He made a little humming sound and pressed into me more, sliding his hand to the back of my head.
At first his lips just brushed against mine, but then I couldn’t help but open to the kiss so his tongue could start to explore.
My mind roared with feeling and sensation as I eagerly responded. I couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and it had been so long since I’d felt this way. I pressed my body against his and wrapped my arms around his neck.
A first kiss—so out of the blue like this—shouldn’t have been so deep or lasted so long. But neither of us pulled away. I loved the tension I felt in his body and the shameless entitlement of his hands, one of which slipped down toward my bottom.
But this was a first kiss.
This was a new man.
The first man I’d kissed since…
Then suddenly I remembered Nick. And I remembered it was Declan I was kissing now.
And I remembered that I didn’t even really like him. And that there was something secret going on.
I gasped again with dismay and jerked myself away from him.
We stood staring at each other, both of us panting, for a minute.
“What—?” I began but was incapable of finishing the question.
He looked rather dazed, as if the kiss had affected him just as much as me.
“I can’t…” I broke off, suddenly desperate to escape from here, get away where I could think straight again. “I can’t do this.”
I found my keys and opened the driver’s door of my car. “Thank you for helping me with my tire. But I can’t do this.”
I sounded shaky and thick, but there was no help for it. My body still buzzed with my response to that amazing kiss.
Declan still didn’t say anything as I got quickly into the car and drove away.
He was still standing by himself in the parking lot as I turned the corner and lost sight of him.
Six
Declan
Normally I was all for kissing a woman and leaving her a little dazed and, dare I say, dazzled. But what just happened here in the parking lot was on a completely different level.
I was the one left dazed.
And dazzled.
And confused as fucking hell.
I raked a hand through my hair and looked around to see if anyone else witnessed what happened because with the way K
ristin lit out of here, I wasn’t sure I didn’t imagine it all.
Now, I was not completely clueless. From what I’ve gathered, Kristin Andrews wasn’t in the habit of dating or getting involved with men since her husband died. As the town sweetheart, I imagined that most men were a little too intimidated to approach her. And no doubt she had perfected the back-off vibe like the one she’d been giving me for almost two weeks.
On top of that, she’d probably devoted her entire life to Lily, and I got that. I could appreciate that. What was bothering me was the fact that she pretty much took off and didn’t even want to… I don’t know… acknowledge what had just happened.
Sure, some could argue that it was just a kiss.
Right. And the Mona Lisa was just a painting.
No, what happened here was more than just a kiss. I had kissed my share of women—hell, more than my share of women—and none of them ever rocked me to the core the way Kristin just had. For a minute there I just about forgot my own name.
So now I was standing here like a schmuck in the middle of the school parking lot by myself with a raging hard-on, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
Well, there was. But what was I? A fucking teenager? Hell no.
With nothing left to do, I walked back into the school and grabbed the papers that I knew I was going to need for the weekend to grade and the lesson plans for next week. Maybe I’d be able to actually grasp some of it and get the kids to learn something.
Right. Like I was going to be able to make that happen.
I needed to focus. This was a multitasking job, and although my primary concern was Jessileigh, I also owed it to the rest of the kids to at least try to teach them something.
Shit. She’d really gotten into my head—Kristin, not Jessileigh. On every damn level. I wasn’t overly concerned with doing any actual teaching when I’d started because I had a client to protect. But now, thanks to Kristin, I could see that I have an obligation to the rest of the class as well.
I was so taking a fucking vacation when this case was over.
With the classroom cleared up and my weekend homework packed up, I walked out of the school and back out to the parking lot. Was it really only minutes ago that I was standing out here and kissing Kristin—both of us acting as if our lives depended on it? I can tell you one thing, my sanity seemed to be depending on it.
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