She flinched back before he could touch her.
“There it is,” he said, amused. “You always did get emotional.”
“This is the women’s restroom.”
She moved toward the door.
He shifted just enough to block her path.
“Relax.” He smiled. “I’m not here to cause trouble.”
Then he stepped aside, as if he’d done her a favor.
She walked past him without looking back.
How could I ever have dated this man?
Professor Keller stood a few feet from the restroom door, as if he’d been waiting.
“I heard you were here,” he said.
He studied her face.
“I never meant for this to happen.”
She almost laughed. Of course he didn’t.
“Then why did it?”
He didn’t answer.
Something inside her settled.
“Walk with me.”
He hesitated—but followed.
They stepped into a narrow service corridor near the coat check. The music dulled.
Lauren turned to face him.
“I took a test this morning.”
“What kind of test?” Keller asked quietly.
“You know what kind.”
A pause.
“It was positive.”
His expression hardened. “That’s not possible.”
“You told me that.”
His eyes flicked toward the ballroom.
“Are you sure it’s mine?”
