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I selfishly indulge, hoping it’ll keep the smile on her face a little longer. “All right. What are you thinking?”
She rubs her palms together. “Leave it to me.”
3
Elena
“Hi, Miss Lenny.”
I push my sunglasses to the top of my head. “Hi, Jake. How was school today?”
“It was awesome for a Monday.”
“Oh, yeah?” I reach into my back seat and pull out my bags. “What happened to make it so awesome?”
“We auditioned for speaking parts in the Thanksgiving play and I got a part.”
Val stifles a laugh. “Tell Miss Lenny which part you got.”
“The turkey!”
My mouth drops open. “Dude. That’s like, the leading role.”
“I know.” His blue eyes widen. “I have so many lines to practice. And I have to make my costume.”
I adjust the purse strap on my shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. You’re going to be the best turkey that school has ever seen.”
“Will you come and watch me?”
My heart melts a little. “Of course. You just tell me the day and time, and I’ll be there.”
“It’s November twentieth.” A frown pulls at the corners of his mouth. “But it’s during school. You’ll be working.”
I wave a dismissive hand. “That’s the great thing about being an adult. If I need some time off from work, I don’t have to go in.”
“Really?” He hikes his shoulders. “That’s pretty cool.”
“The coolest.”
Val holds out her hand. “Come on, Jake. Let the crazy bag lady get her things inside.”
Jake eyes my totes. “You do carry a lot of bags.”
“All teachers do.” I shoot him a wink. “It’s where we keep our magic.”
He tries to wink back, but both of his eyes blink at the same time.
Val shakes her head. “We’re working on that.”
I chuckle. “Don’t. It’s cuter that way.”
I lug my bags over to the mailbox and glance at the asshole’s house across the street. I haven’t seen him since our encounter on my porch Saturday morning. Embarrassment creeps into my cheeks as I think about the way I must have looked when I opened the door after waking up from my late night out—especially when he looked so sexy in his jeans and flannel.
His hotness only makes him more irritating.
The comment he made about me not having kids was the icing on the cake. I was two seconds away from letting him see me cry—which might have worked in my favor, but I have too much pride for that. Plus, it’s not like he knows that I can’t have children of my own. People with kids toss around that comment all the time.You don’t understand unless you have kids.I get it. Maybe I don’t know what it’s like to raise a child, but saying that twists the knife in a perpetually open wound.
I flip open the mailbox and stick my hand inside, still glaring at his house over my shoulder.
