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“Miss Morgan, it’s Damon Siska,” Lucy exclaims, raising her hand. “Damon!”
I turn in the direction she’s yelling, and sure enough, there’s Damon in a pair of dark shorts and a sweat-soaked shirt with no sleeves. He’s running sprints with who I’m guessing is the trainer he hired. He mentioned something about his trainer having found a place to work outside today, but I was in a rush getting out of the vehicle this morning, so I wasn’t really listening.
“Oh man.” Sami comes over to my side. “Just so you know, every teacher here is thinking about him naked and driving into them. Even the guys.”
I lightly push her shoulder.
“Seriously, look at him.” Her eyes are wide.
The trainer blows the whistle and must notice us and tells Damon. He pulls out his earbuds, glances over, and his eyes find mine.
“See him look at Miss Morgan? I told you. They’re in love,” one girl says behind me.
Damon says something to the trainer and jogs over, his attention on me the entire time. “Hey.” Then he looks at the group of kids. “Hey, guys. Doing a tour, huh?”
All the girls make a sound I can’t quite decipher but it sounds a lot like swooning, and the boys all nod.
“How about I jump on your back and see if you can run that sprint for extra conditioning?” Sami says.
I shake my head at her. “You remember Sami from the baby shower?”
There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes. He’s probably remembering that she’s the one who thought she’d slept with him only to find out it was someone pretending to be him.
“Yeah, hey,” he says, putting his hand out but then retracting it. “Sorry, I’m a sweaty mess.”
“We can see that,” Sami says with almost a purr in her voice.
“Introduce us, Miss Morgan!” someone shouts, and I feel my cheeks heat.
“Hi, kids, I’m Damon Siska.” He takes it upon himself, giving me a reprieve.
“My mom says you knocked up Miss Morgan,” one kid says.
My eyes widen. “Okay, should we continue the tour?” I say to the senior whose vision is zeroed in on Damon’s ass at the moment. Great.
“My dad said it’s called a one-night stand.”
“My grandma said she’s jealous of Miss Morgan to have a hunk like him in bed.”
I plead with a higher power to get these kids to stop.
“Are you going to marry her, Damon?”
“If so, are we invited to the wedding?”
“Oh jeez.” I become flustered, my face feeling as though it’s on fire now. “The tour is continuing over in the field house. Let’s let Mr. Siska get back to his training session. We all want the Grizzlies to win, don’t we?”
“I’m a Green Bay fan actually,” a boy says.
“They suck. Go Grizzlies.” A boy approaches Damon with his fist in the air to bump.
Of course, Damon fist bumps him.
“See you later, everyone say goodbye to Mr. Siska,” I announce loudly enough that I hope they all hear my teacher voice.
“Bye, Mr. Siska.”
I wave to him, and he smiles, looking as if he’s trying to keep from laughing, before waving and running back to his trainer.
