whole situation.
“We could see that he liked you, dear.” Martha gave a knowing glance at Larry. Larry raised his eyebrows.
Sara shook her head back and forth. “Am I just a fool?”
Martha clicked her tongue. “What are you talking about?” She lovingly patted her shoulder. “You have your Jonathon, like I had my George and Larry had his Anna.” Sara glanced at Larry and saw him look sadly to the floor.
“Yeah.” Sara tried to feel sure about that. “Let’s focus on dancing. I’ll just be both partners today. It’ll go slower, but we can manage.”
Martha put her hand on Larry’s shoulder . “Or—we could just find you a fill-in partner for a while.” Her smile was a little mischievous.
“Yeah,” Larry said, nodding, “ everyone needs a fill-in.”
Sara ’s heart hurt a little at the longing that crossed Larry’s face. Would he simply always be a fill-in?
Chapter 12
Sara walked into the coffee house and inhaled the scent of the fresh brew. She never drank coffee, but it reminded her of her favorite neighbor’s house, Mrs. Johnson, back in Montana. Sara’s family would help her with the cattle roundup every year.
Sara’s ankle was wrapped, but she could walk on it fine now. She sat at an empty table near the back and noticed Rob’s band at the front of the coffee house. On Wednesday, after class, Rob had told Sara that he had grown up involved with the Mormon Church. His grandparents had belonged to the church, but his parents were never active, and they’d divorced when he was ten. She’d made a deal with him that if he came to church with her this Sunday, she would come listen to him play today.
Sara couldn’t wait to tell Jonathon about this in her next letter. He was always telling her how they needed more members to simply reach out to those who were inactive.
“It seems I can’t get away from you.” Beau slid into the seat next to her, waking her from her thoughts. He sipped out of a coffee mug.
“Hey ,” Sara said, surprised to see him here. She felt butterflies in her stomach and didn’t like the idea that he made her nervous. She looked at him with his blonde hair sticking up here and there and his black, leather jacket. He looked too young to be her professor. “Rob must have been generous in his invite.” She looked back to the stage.
Beau snorted a litt le. “I guess you’re still smarting from our discussion today in class? How’s the ankle?” He looked at her wrapped foot.
“ If you mean still smarting because you told me my idea was stupid—then, yes.” She looked away. “My ankle is fine, thanks.” She said the last word with some distaste.
Beau laughed. “You have the hardest time saying thanks, don’t you?” He took another sip from his cup.
Sara flipped her head back to look at the band but kept her voice steady. “You don’t seem to have a problem telling people what you think. Especially in front of a classroom full of people. You are great at that. Are you drinking coffee?”
Beau looked surprised and took another sip. He didn’t talk for a minute and clicked his tongue. “So judgmental,” he said, shaking his head back and forth. “Really, Ms. Fairbanks.” He sighed. “I think your idea is good, but you need to just leave the helping people thing out.”
Sara glared at him. “Why can’t I help poor, disabled children get the wheelchairs they need? You didn’t let me get to the part where I have been calling around and discovering that there are actually grants in place that would help supplement some of the cost—.”
Beau put his hand up to stop her. “A business is about making money, not begging governments for it.”
Sara sighed and shook her head. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even giving her a chance to explain it clearly. “Isn’t there something against you fraternizing with students?”
B eau scoffed. “Believe me, I’m not fraternizing.”
She stewed and tried to focus on Rob.
“You can’t
“We could see that he liked you, dear.” Martha gave a knowing glance at Larry. Larry raised his eyebrows.
Sara shook her head back and forth. “Am I just a fool?”
Martha clicked her tongue. “What are you talking about?” She lovingly patted her shoulder. “You have your Jonathon, like I had my George and Larry had his Anna.” Sara glanced at Larry and saw him look sadly to the floor.
“Yeah.” Sara tried to feel sure about that. “Let’s focus on dancing. I’ll just be both partners today. It’ll go slower, but we can manage.”
Martha put her hand on Larry’s shoulder . “Or—we could just find you a fill-in partner for a while.” Her smile was a little mischievous.
“Yeah,” Larry said, nodding, “ everyone needs a fill-in.”
Sara ’s heart hurt a little at the longing that crossed Larry’s face. Would he simply always be a fill-in?
Chapter 12
Sara walked into the coffee house and inhaled the scent of the fresh brew. She never drank coffee, but it reminded her of her favorite neighbor’s house, Mrs. Johnson, back in Montana. Sara’s family would help her with the cattle roundup every year.
Sara’s ankle was wrapped, but she could walk on it fine now. She sat at an empty table near the back and noticed Rob’s band at the front of the coffee house. On Wednesday, after class, Rob had told Sara that he had grown up involved with the Mormon Church. His grandparents had belonged to the church, but his parents were never active, and they’d divorced when he was ten. She’d made a deal with him that if he came to church with her this Sunday, she would come listen to him play today.
Sara couldn’t wait to tell Jonathon about this in her next letter. He was always telling her how they needed more members to simply reach out to those who were inactive.
“It seems I can’t get away from you.” Beau slid into the seat next to her, waking her from her thoughts. He sipped out of a coffee mug.
“Hey ,” Sara said, surprised to see him here. She felt butterflies in her stomach and didn’t like the idea that he made her nervous. She looked at him with his blonde hair sticking up here and there and his black, leather jacket. He looked too young to be her professor. “Rob must have been generous in his invite.” She looked back to the stage.
Beau snorted a litt le. “I guess you’re still smarting from our discussion today in class? How’s the ankle?” He looked at her wrapped foot.
“ If you mean still smarting because you told me my idea was stupid—then, yes.” She looked away. “My ankle is fine, thanks.” She said the last word with some distaste.
Beau laughed. “You have the hardest time saying thanks, don’t you?” He took another sip from his cup.
Sara flipped her head back to look at the band but kept her voice steady. “You don’t seem to have a problem telling people what you think. Especially in front of a classroom full of people. You are great at that. Are you drinking coffee?”
Beau looked surprised and took another sip. He didn’t talk for a minute and clicked his tongue. “So judgmental,” he said, shaking his head back and forth. “Really, Ms. Fairbanks.” He sighed. “I think your idea is good, but you need to just leave the helping people thing out.”
Sara glared at him. “Why can’t I help poor, disabled children get the wheelchairs they need? You didn’t let me get to the part where I have been calling around and discovering that there are actually grants in place that would help supplement some of the cost—.”
Beau put his hand up to stop her. “A business is about making money, not begging governments for it.”
Sara sighed and shook her head. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t even giving her a chance to explain it clearly. “Isn’t there something against you fraternizing with students?”
B eau scoffed. “Believe me, I’m not fraternizing.”
She stewed and tried to focus on Rob.
“You can’t
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