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I do as she asks, being the big spoon to her little spoon. She’s tucked in close to my chest as I press a kiss to the side of her face. I never thought it could be like this, but I am content. The way her breathing evens out, I’d say she is too.

As we drift off for a little nap, all I can think is that it’s too late.

I am in love with this woman.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Delaney

Things with Tank have been great. In fact, they’ve been perfect, and I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever been happier. It’s almost as if he had the key the entire time to unlock my true self that I never knew was missing.

To top it off, Blaine has been silent. Nothing has happened. No run-ins, no phone calls, no middle-of-the-night knocks on my door. Just peace and quiet. I honestly don’t know if life can get any better.

That’s a lie.

I have a feeling things with Tank will when he finds out about my latest purchase.

“Miss Harris, why are you smiling so much?” Bobby asks, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Because I’m happy.” I smile.

“Why are you so happy? Do you have a boyfriend? Mommy started smiling like that when she got a new boyfriend,” Alyssa, one of my students, says.

“I’m just happy,” I tell her, shooting her a smile.

The last thing I need is for the kids to go home and tell their parents that I told them about my dating life. That would go over like a lead balloon.

Taking a deep breath, I change the subject. “Okay, class. The bell will ring in ten minutes. How about we clean up real quick and then you can grab your bags.”

The kids shove their supplies in their desks and then hop up and rush around the classroom like a pack of wild monkeys, making me laugh at the sight.

If I weren’t just as excited to head home, I would be offended.

A knock on my door has me turning, but when I see who’s there, my smile starts to fade. Natasha, one of the school aides, stands at my door with two people I recognize behind her.

“Hey Natasha, everything okay?” I ask.

She shoots me a regretful smile. “Mr. and Mrs. Croff asked for a moment of your time.”

“Of course.” I turn back to the kids. “Okay guys, that’s good enough for today. How about you grab your things and head out with Miss Natasha, and remember, we have a spelling test tomorrow. I put the spelling list in your folders and put them in your bags already,” I say, my voice getting louder as they talk over one another.

“Mommy, Daddy, what are you doing here?” little Connor asks as he skips over to his parents.

“We just need to talk to Miss Harris, baby. Why don’t you wait out in the hall for us?” Mrs. Croff says.

Connor waves at me over his shoulder before slipping out of the classroom.

Once everyone is gone, I turn toward the couple. “Is everything okay?”

Mrs. Croff shoots me a regretful smile. “I’m sorry to just barge in here.”

I wave away her concern. “It’s no problem. What can I do for you?”

Mr. Croff clears his throat as he shoots his wife a look.

“We just wanted to tell you ourselves that we are pulling Connor from your class.” Her words make my stomach sink.

“I’m sorry, did something happen?” I ask, feeling hollow.