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“I don’t know anyone at this school!” She sits up, hazel eyes wide as she stares at me. “What if they’re all mean to me? What if my teacher doesn’t like me?”
Frowning, I try to keep the hurricane of emotion inside me from showing on my face. Where in the world did this come from? Katie is confident, self-assured, happy. Katie makes friends so easily I get headaches trying to keep all their names straight.
“You teacher will love you, honey,” I tell her, but my daughter doesn’t look convinced. So, I pat her knee and stand up, heading for my phone and the multitude of emails from the school I haven’t quite got around to going through. That was going to be tomorrow’s job.
Look, I know I’m supposed to be Super Mom. I know I should be all over this stuff and I should know everything about Katie and Toby’s new school off the top of my head, but I don’t. I’m doing my best not to let the mom guilt eat at me right now, especially when I grab my phone to look for the emails I got from the school when we registered.
“Now,” I say, settling in beside Katie, “let’s see what we can find about your teacher, mm?” I flick through my emails, searching for Heart’s Cove Elementary. Half a dozen emails pop up—the most recent one with a welcome pack for both children.
I open the email, click the attachment, and wait for it to load. “It’s normal to be nervous, you know,” I tell Katie. “I was nervous every year when school started.”
“You were?”
“Mm-hmm,” I say. “But everything will be okay. You’ll make tons of new friends.”
Katie bunches her lips to the side, not convinced.
I turn my attention back to the phone, zooming in to the tiny writing on the screen. “Now, here we go. You’re going into the second grade—”
“I know that,” Katie says with a roll of her eyes.
I hide my grin and keep reading. “And your teacher is Mr. Bl—”
I freeze.
That name.
I read it again, and it hasn’t changed.
My heart starts thumping so hard I have to gulp down a breath, but that name still stares at me in big, black writing on my screen.
Blair.
Brows lowering over my eyes, I stare at the name on the screen so hard it starts going fuzzy. Mr. Blair. It’s still there.
It can’t be. It’s not him. It’s not Mac.
Katie pokes my side. “What’s my teacher’s name?”
“Mr. Blair,” I say quietly.
Katie’s feet kick out as she leans back in the sofa, her little hands intertwined over her stomach. She looks just like her father when she slouches like that, and it makes pain rattle through my chest. Snapshots of the marriage I could have had pierce me like a thousand tiny needles scattered over my skin.
But I turn my attention back to the horror on my screen.
It’s Hamish, right? Or Lee? It’s some relative. It’s not Mac.
Even though at the back of my mind, I remember all the things he’s told me. He loves kids, “obviously.” He gets really busy when the school year starts, but he doesn’t have children of his own. He has a lot of prep work to do for tomorrow…because it’s the day before the school year starts.
Oh. My. God.
I slept with my daughter’s second grade teacher this morning. I had oral sex with him yesterday. No, it was so much dirtier than oral sex. I got on my knees and I sucked his cock.
Oh no.
The name on the screen stares back at me, taunting. I fucked my daughter’s second grade teacher. Holy shit. Oh no, no, no.
But worst of all? I loved it. I wanted to come back every night and do it again and again.
