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Neither of those were options.
At least, not with Nash standing right beside me.
I had a chance on the way out, but Miss Montgomery was there, right by the door to the Kindergarten, and she stopped me, wanting to know how things had been going with Nash over the summer.
I couldn’t really ask her to wait while I found out the name of the new Kindergarten teacher. Aside from the fact that it would have been rude and made her question my sanity, I’ve always been grateful to Miss Montgomery.
She kept a close eye on Nash for me while Sabrina and I were splitting up, reporting back if there were any problems I needed to address, and keeping me informed if he seemed to be upset or not concentrating at school for any reason, so I could follow it up with him.
“Is he more settled?” she asked as she steered me toward the front door, away from the Kindergarten, spoiling any chance I had of finding out that woman’s name.
“He was, until his mother moved her boyfriend into her house.”
She raised her eyebrows then, and I wondered if I should have mentioned Dean’s arrival in Nash’s life. The thing is, I think it’s important to keep the school informed of what’s happening. Sabrina doesn’t always agree, but to my mind, we can’t expect them to help if they don’t know what’s going on.
“Her boyfriend?” she said, with an air of disapproval. Like many people in the town, Miss Montgomery can be a little old-fashioned, and I wondered if she disapproved of Sabrina and Dean living together without being married. It was possible. Or it could have been that was she looking down her nose at me because she hadn’t heard this piece of news from Sabrina herself. I couldn’t be sure. Within seconds, her expression changed. She resumed a more sympathetic air, her face softening and a smile returning to her lips. “We’ll keep an eye on him,” she said.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.”
She looked at me over the top of her half-moon glasses as she opened the door and held it that way, waiting for me to leave.
I did, and wandered out to my car, where I’ve been sitting ever since, my mind full of the divine kindergarten teacher.
When I bumped into her yesterday, I felt a connection between us. I thought it might be love, and this morning, having seen her again, I know for sure. She’s captured my heart. I’m aware of how ludicrous that sounds on such a brief acquaintance. If what we have can even be called an acquaintance. I mean, how can you be acquainted with someone when you don’t even know their name? It’s not possible, is it? So how can I be in love with her?
I have no idea.
And yet, I know I am.
I guess my one solace is that at least I know where she works now. Although I’m relieved she won’t be teaching Nash. I’m fairly sure there are rules about teachers dating their students’ parents, so at least we won’t have to worry about that.
I shake my head and let it rest on the steering wheel, then bang it just lightly, trying to knock some sense into myself.
I’m getting way ahead of myself, worrying about rules. I mean… what am I thinking?
Other than how sexy she looked in her tight pants and even tighter blouse, I’m thinking about how lovely she looked this morning with her hair tied back like it was. It was really feminine and made me want to run my fingers through it, while kissing her.
But how is that supposed to happen?
We’ve had two very brief conversations. That’s all.
No, it’s not.
We’ve had two very brief conversations, and in between them, I’ve spent practically every waking second thinking about her. I want to know everything there is to know about her, from where she grew up, to what she likes to eat… from how she takes her coffee, to which side of the bed she likes to sleep on.
Except before I can do any of that, I need to know her name.
And that means I need to see her again… preferably outside of the school.
How does that happen these days? Do people still go out for dinner? Or is it better to ask her to have a drink with me? I’m a lot older than she is, and while I don’t see that as any kind of barrier, she might. There’s a chance she’ll want to do things I hate, and vice versa, but I guess there’s only one way to find out, and that’s to ask.
That said, it’s been so long, I can’t remember how.
Do you walk up to a woman and invite her out, or is there a different etiquette to dating these days?
God knows.
It feels like such a minefield, but I think it’s one worth crossing.
