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“I’m Kelsey. I’ve seen you around at the store, but I don’t think we’ve ever been able to chat.” She nodded to the small boy riding on her husband’s shoulders. “This is Sean, the reason why I’m forever rushing.” She nodded ahead. “That’s Wes, our pre-teen and the bane of our existence.”
The man grunted.
“And the delight next to me is my husband Dare.”
I looked between Caleb and Dare. Had to be a story there.
“I’m a teacher here with Caleb,” Kelsey volunteered before I could ask.
I bumped Caleb. “Is that right? Are all of your fellow teachers so pretty?”
Caleb nuzzled my neck. “Nope. None as pretty as Kelsey here.”
Dare growled.
“I can’t help it if I hit on your wife, Dare. I didn’t know you were in the picture. Besides, Kel only has eyes for you. Even before you got your head out of your ass.”
“Caleb,” I said with a laugh.
“Caleb has a bit—” Kelsey seemed to have swallowed her tongue. “You know what? Never mind. We all change.”
“Oh, do we?” I looked up at Caleb, who was a spectacular shade of scarlet.
“Okay, that’s it. We’re done here.” Dare nudged Kelsey along. “See ya around, Beck.”
“So, am I going to get that story?” I asked as we started walking again.
Caleb ran his fingertip along his collar. Suddenly, he looked flushed. “Nope. No story to tell.”
“Hmm.” It was going to be an interesting day.
We followed Dare and Kelsey at a distance. They were really in a hurry to find their other kid.
I glanced up at Caleb. “How long have you been teaching?”
“Half a dozen years. Think my seventh anniversary is coming up.”
“Wow. I’ve never had a job that long in my life.”
“Really?”
“The tarot cards and podcast are my longest gig.”
“Longer doesn’t necessarily mean better.”
“Says who?” I waggled my brows. “I saw Rylee Kramer has a yoga place next to the coffee shop. I was wondering if she needs a new part-time yoga instructor. Or maybe I could do a class focused on working the stripper pole.”
A woman with a toddler shot me a look and started walking faster past us.
Caleb chuckled. “Ignore her. She thinks The Golden Girls are scandalous.”
“Blanche is my hero.”
“As well she should be,” he said with a grin.
A few other women gave me a wide berth. I tugged at my shirt. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn my celestial skirt. But it was pretty and had stars and the symbols for the zodiac.
Ugh. No, this was me. I didn’t dress to fit in anymore. I dressed for me.
