from hers. So close she could
almost feel the end-of-the-day stubble on his cheek. He slid
his arm around her waist and pulled her gently to him.
"It isn't a lie," she said breathlessly as she squirmed
away from him.
"Is too," he said. He was as close as he could be now, his face about to touch hers when, suddenly, a loud blast
of a car horn sounded, making them both jump. The car
horn blared again, and she looked up and saw a car in the
far parking lot. An arm went out the window and waved,
then the car pulled away.
"Who was that?" Leedy asked.
"Probably someone from the class," Terry said, frowning.
"It is getting late," she said. "There's my car right over
there ..."
Terry led her to the Jeep. She pulled out her car keys
and turned to him to say goodbye. "I'll see you in class on
Thursday," she said and handed him his jacket. "Oh, and,
by the way, you do too have a one-track mind."
Terry stopped her from putting the key into the lock by
pulling her close to him. He held her tightly for a moment,
his breath warm against her cheek. "I do not," he whispered, soft and husky, into her ear. "And I could prove
otherwise, Ms. Collins, if you have some free time."
"Why, Mr. Foster," she said, with all the indignation of
a compromised southern belle. "You may just have more
on your mind after all." She opened up her car door and
climbed in behind the wheel. "It is a pity that I'm your
student," she said and firmly shut the car door. She rolled
down the window and beamed at him. "I'm a big fan of
protocol." She waved out the window and started the engine of the car.
"Yeah, but it is only a six-week class!" he called to her
as she drove away.
66 Six weeks, twice a week-every Tuesday and Thursday," Leedy explained. "I can't believe I've already been
to three classes! The time is flying by!"
"Are you sure it's enough time?" Brittany asked.
"Enough time for what?" Leedy asked, not understanding
why her friend had a mischievous grin on her face.
"Enough time to charm your professor into falling for
you," she teased. "I know it won't take you long. But still,
these things are not always instantaneous."
"What are you talking about?" Leedy asked.
"As if you don't know."
"I don't know."
"Admit it, Leedy."
"Admit what?"
"Admit you have a crush on the hunky banker."
Leedy only rolled her eyes.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Brittany taunted. "Come on!
This is me you're talking to, remember? Don't forget, I'm the one getting married in one month. I understand exactly
what you're going through."
"Oh? Do you?"
"Yes, I do. In fact, I understand it better than you do."
Leedy raised her eyebrows. "Oh," she said, her voice
suspicious. "Then tell me, She Who Knows All, what exactly am I going through?"
"You're in the `Mr. Wonderful Is Not Supposed To Appear Until Step 28 Of My Master Plan. Therefore, I Am
Not Really Falling For This Perfect Guy' phase," Brittany
retorted with a smug expression on her face. "Except that
you're falling for him, Leedy. Next comes the attraction/
attraction phase."
There was a ring of truth to what her friend said, but
Leedy didn't want to admit it. "What's that phase all
about?"
"That's when you both stop tiptoeing around each other
and decide you're indeed really and truly falling for one
another. That's when you both stop pretending and start to
really enjoy being with each other. This is a great phase to
be in! So admit it!"
"Okay," Leedy said, feeling her cheeks turn pink. "I admit it! I'm a little bit attracted to him. Does it show that
much?"
"Only to the trained eye," Brittany said. "I had the same
dopey expression on my face after I met Mark."
"What dopey expression?"
"That look in your eye! It's like ... like you're on Cloud
Terry."
Leedy blushed, embarrassed that she was so transparent.
"It's okay to feel that way. In fact, it is wonderful to feel that way! So you see, Leedy, I know exactly what you're
going through after all."
"I'm
almost feel the end-of-the-day stubble on his cheek. He slid
his arm around her waist and pulled her gently to him.
"It isn't a lie," she said breathlessly as she squirmed
away from him.
"Is too," he said. He was as close as he could be now, his face about to touch hers when, suddenly, a loud blast
of a car horn sounded, making them both jump. The car
horn blared again, and she looked up and saw a car in the
far parking lot. An arm went out the window and waved,
then the car pulled away.
"Who was that?" Leedy asked.
"Probably someone from the class," Terry said, frowning.
"It is getting late," she said. "There's my car right over
there ..."
Terry led her to the Jeep. She pulled out her car keys
and turned to him to say goodbye. "I'll see you in class on
Thursday," she said and handed him his jacket. "Oh, and,
by the way, you do too have a one-track mind."
Terry stopped her from putting the key into the lock by
pulling her close to him. He held her tightly for a moment,
his breath warm against her cheek. "I do not," he whispered, soft and husky, into her ear. "And I could prove
otherwise, Ms. Collins, if you have some free time."
"Why, Mr. Foster," she said, with all the indignation of
a compromised southern belle. "You may just have more
on your mind after all." She opened up her car door and
climbed in behind the wheel. "It is a pity that I'm your
student," she said and firmly shut the car door. She rolled
down the window and beamed at him. "I'm a big fan of
protocol." She waved out the window and started the engine of the car.
"Yeah, but it is only a six-week class!" he called to her
as she drove away.
66 Six weeks, twice a week-every Tuesday and Thursday," Leedy explained. "I can't believe I've already been
to three classes! The time is flying by!"
"Are you sure it's enough time?" Brittany asked.
"Enough time for what?" Leedy asked, not understanding
why her friend had a mischievous grin on her face.
"Enough time to charm your professor into falling for
you," she teased. "I know it won't take you long. But still,
these things are not always instantaneous."
"What are you talking about?" Leedy asked.
"As if you don't know."
"I don't know."
"Admit it, Leedy."
"Admit what?"
"Admit you have a crush on the hunky banker."
Leedy only rolled her eyes.
"Liar, liar, pants on fire," Brittany taunted. "Come on!
This is me you're talking to, remember? Don't forget, I'm the one getting married in one month. I understand exactly
what you're going through."
"Oh? Do you?"
"Yes, I do. In fact, I understand it better than you do."
Leedy raised her eyebrows. "Oh," she said, her voice
suspicious. "Then tell me, She Who Knows All, what exactly am I going through?"
"You're in the `Mr. Wonderful Is Not Supposed To Appear Until Step 28 Of My Master Plan. Therefore, I Am
Not Really Falling For This Perfect Guy' phase," Brittany
retorted with a smug expression on her face. "Except that
you're falling for him, Leedy. Next comes the attraction/
attraction phase."
There was a ring of truth to what her friend said, but
Leedy didn't want to admit it. "What's that phase all
about?"
"That's when you both stop tiptoeing around each other
and decide you're indeed really and truly falling for one
another. That's when you both stop pretending and start to
really enjoy being with each other. This is a great phase to
be in! So admit it!"
"Okay," Leedy said, feeling her cheeks turn pink. "I admit it! I'm a little bit attracted to him. Does it show that
much?"
"Only to the trained eye," Brittany said. "I had the same
dopey expression on my face after I met Mark."
"What dopey expression?"
"That look in your eye! It's like ... like you're on Cloud
Terry."
Leedy blushed, embarrassed that she was so transparent.
"It's okay to feel that way. In fact, it is wonderful to feel that way! So you see, Leedy, I know exactly what you're
going through after all."
"I'm
Similar Books
