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“Isabel?”
“Hi, Parker. Fancy seeing you here.” And then I skirt by him, ensuring our bodies don’t touch, and hurry to my assigned room where I lock the door, put my back to it, and cry.
**Parker**
She’s here. That’s all I can think about. I didn’t lose my chance. Forever is in my grasp, I just need to grab hold and never let go. Which I have every intention of doing.
After I demand to know why she didn’t call me.
On the way to my office, I beat myself up for not paying more attention to the incoming teachers. I don’t hire them, the board does that, so I had no clue she was one of them.
How many times did I glance at the names? Too many, honestly, because none of them registered. My brain, my heart, was still in Sizzle Beach. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. Didn’t want to.
If I wasn’t thinking about her, I was trying to find her. I’d discovered her note and couldn’t contain the joy that hit me at discovering she was right there with me in terms of feelings and wanting to explore them.
Needing to know what room is hers, I skim through the paperwork, now paying close attention to any that have the first initial I. There are two of them, and since one belongs to an Ivan, I have my woman.
Rushing toward her, I come to an abrupt stop when I see the closed door. I’m tempted to break it down, not giving a damn about the cost to repair it or what my superiors will say regarding it, but I don’t.
Because I hear her crying.
And I can only surmise that I’m the reason.
When each day passed with no word from me, she figured out that I saw her note and ignored it. That couldn’t be further from the truth. I latched on to it like a lifeline, the words on it telling me everything I wanted, needed, to know.
Except for the last three digits of the phone number she’d given me. That corner appeared to have been torn off. Accidentally, I assume – hope – because there’s no way she’d write what she did and not give me all of it.
Heart breaking with each sob that leaves her, I withdraw a receipt from my pocket and begin scribbling on it. Hopefully my desperation to explain will bleed through.
Isabel,
I only need five minutes. Please come to my place for dinner. If you want to, you can leave after I explain and I’ll never bother you again. Okay, I’ll try not to.
Parker
Then I add my address and pray she’ll come.
Once I tell her why I never called, I’ll ask why she didn’t either
