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“What was her excuse this time?” Katie asks.
“I didn’t bother inquiring. I doubt she’d have told me the truth, anyway.”
She looks up at me. “Is something wrong?”
“Only that she’s moved her boyfriend in. I found that out last night when I took Nash back there, and I was so mad about it, I practically demolished a poor woman on the sidewalk.”
“I don’t know which part of that statement to be most shocked by,” she says.
Neither do I. The last part wasn’t meant to be said out loud. “The worst thing is, Sabrina didn’t tell me about Dean,” I say, trying to keep her focused on anything but my secret passion for the new Kindergarten teacher.
“I thought her boyfriend was called Jarod,” she says, frowning.
“That was the last one.”
“Goodness. And this guy is definitely living there?”
“Yes. He told me so himself, and even Sabrina had to admit it, eventually.”
Katie folds her arms across her chest. She’s removed her cardigan and is staring up at me, her steely blue eyes gazing into mine. “I see, although I’m not sure what any of that has to do with you demolishing a woman on the sidewalk.”
Damn… so much for focus.
“I didn’t demolish her. I practically demolished her.”
“There’s a difference, is there?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. But the question still stands. Is there a connection?”
“Only that I was so busy thinking about Sabrina and what she’d done, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
“I see. And was the poor woman okay?”
“She was fine,” I say, and she smiles. “What’s so amusing?”
“You are. I never knew a boy to be so transparent as you.”
“I’m not a boy anymore, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“Maybe not, but I can still see right through you, Tanner Pope.” She shakes her head. “Tell me about her.”
I admit defeat, and checking there’s no-one around who can hear us, I lean against the wall behind the cash desk and let out a sigh.
“She’s perfect.”
“Really? What’s her name?”
I feel myself blush and wish I’d fobbed her off. “I—I don’t know,” I mumble as quietly as I can.
“You don’t know?”
I’d forgotten how good Mrs. Foster was at hearing a pin drop at the back of the classroom. “No,” I say, shaking my head and raising my voice again. “I forgot to ask, and today when I saw her at the school, I somehow forgot again.”
“You saw her at the school?”
“Yes. She’s the new Kindergarten teacher.”
