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He smirks at me when he turns to leave but stops in his tracks. “Damon Siska?”
I nod. “Hey, man.”
“Damn.” He pats himself down, looking for a pen. I know that’s what he’s doing because it’s a common occurrence. “Shit, my pen is in the truck.” He turns back around, and dragon lady already has a pen and paper out for him. “Thanks, Shaylene.” He takes it from her and turns back to me. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all. I’m nice like that.” I eye Shaylene, then sign Go Grizzlies and my name.
“Thanks. My son is at the high school and he’s gonna die when I tell him that you were here. Why are you here?” He scours the area as if there should be a chalkboard with the reason displayed for him to read.
“Just visiting a friend.”
He nods. “Awesome.” He holds up the paper. “Thanks for this.”
Elijah walks back into the office, his face red. He averts eye contact with me, handing a note to Shaylene. “She wrote you a note back, Ms. Gregory.” His head falls down so his chin rests on his chest.
She reads it. I want to rush across the room and grab it from her to read it myself.
“As I thought.” She tears up the paper. “She’s busy with her classes today. She said she’ll call you later.”
My mouth drops open. “Seriously?” I approach the desk, wanting to grab the small pieces of paper and assemble them to see what she really said. I’ve never been good with being kept out of the inside circle.
“I’m not sure what you expected. This is a school. Miss Morgan is a teacher and therefore is here to teach the children who attend. She cannot just walk out of her classroom to see what you need.”
Elijah’s shoulders slowly rise as if he wishes he could sink into the floor. The feeling is mutual.
I hold up my hands. “Fine. I get it. Let me at least leave my number.” I eye the pen and paper the delivery guy left, and she sighs before handing them over to me.
Since Adeline sent me a text, I assume she’s got the number she never used for six months, but I don’t want her to have any excuses. If I don’t get a call today, I’ll be back every day until Shaylene lets me through.
Why the hell would Adeline send me a text message and ghost me?
Chapter2
Adeline
Istare out the window of the teachers’ lounge at the fancy Mercedes SUV. It’s too tinted for me to say for certain, but I know in my gut it’s Damon. I mindlessly rub my belly. I haven’t blown up yet, but the bump is definitely noticeable. Which meant coming clean with my coworkers and principal two months ago. There’s a good chance I won’t see the end of the school year before this baby makes his or her arrival.
“Is he going to sit out there all day?” Isla says in her typical judgmental voice.
Thankfully, it’s just her and our other teacher friend Sami in here with me, but soon more of the teachers will file in for lunch, and word will spread that Damon Siska is sitting in his car in our parking lot.
I’d rather chew glass than confess that he knocked me up after a one-night stand.
“How did he find me? Why is he here?” I mumble.
I’ve gotten his calls since the Chicago Grizzlies won the bowl last weekend. The first message was odd after having not spoken to him in six months. “Hey, call me.” I assumed he might’ve been looking for a booty call, but what would a champion-winning running back need with me? Surely he has his pick of women.
I didn’t respond because I doubted he was looking for a pregnant hook-up. From my experience with him, he’s like a damn acrobat in bed, constantly changing positions, with the stamina of a superhero. No complaints from me. By the time my orgasm came, I saw stars from coming so hard.
His second, third, and fourth messages were much more forceful, and by his fifth, he said it was unfair for me to not answer his calls. I don’t know what the heck he meant with that comment, but I do know I’m not ready to see him. Because that will mean coming clean about the situation I’m in. And though I’ve been psyching myself up to do so for months, it’s going to change everything, and I don’t know that I’m ready for that. Again.
When Elijah showed up at my classroom door yesterday with a note that said Damon was here, I almost passed out. I literally had to close my eyes from feeling lightheaded. This is coming to a head, I know it. Today, he’s been out here for hours. Our security guard-slash-fan of his, Vic, informed me shortly after school started that Damon was here, and I have no doubt he’ll be here when I leave. There’s no place for me to hide.
“How did he find out?” Sami asks, chomping on her carrot stick. “I’m still in disbelief that the guy I slept with wasn’t him and that you got pregnant by the real Damon Siska.”
When we first met Damon last summer, Sami didn’t believe it was him because she’d had a one-night stand with a guy she’d thought was Damon Siska from the Chicago Grizzlies. Turns out it was just a guy who kind of looked like him and liked to use that fact to his full advantage.
“I don’t know.” I shake my head, still staring out at the vehicle.
