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“Get in the car,” he screamed.
“Not without you,” she said.
They weren’t after him. They wanted her. To embarrass her enough that she would concede and quit.
“Mr. Rowling, are you having an affair with her?”
It was so tempting to scream back yes, but he focused on getting them to her car without being stopped.
The Porsche started with her auto-remote and the parents jumped back.
Quickly, she climbed in and he went around to the passenger’s side and slid into the car.
Locking the doors, she shifted into drive and they moved slowly through the people. A sign struck her car and he rolled down the window.
“Stop,” he said, “unless you want to be charged for damage.”
She pressed the gas pedal and they took off, pulling out of the teacher’s parking lot.
“Well, that was fun,” she said. “Looks like the anti-adultery crowd is not going to give me any rest.”
“Nope,” he said.
“Where to now?”
He glanced at her and grinned. “Seattle.”
She laughed. “What for? Remember, they fired me.”
He sighed. “I don’t know, it just sounded like fun. Maybe I screwed up by not listening.”
“Is that an admission?”
“No, honestly, I don’t remember you saying anything about Seattle to me.”
Five years ago, it would have been fun if he’d not been so certain she didn’t want him. Now as he looked back, he realized he’d had his head shoved up his ass very far. He’d been hurt and disillusioned and he’d acted in a totally irresponsible way. One that he now realized had cost him dearly.
But how did he fix what he’d done? How did he get her to realize that maybe they should at least give them a second chance? And was that what he wanted?
“Let’s go get ice cream instead,” she said. “A root beer float.”
He grinned. It was their comfort food when they were in college. A place they went whenever they needed a pick-me-up.
A few minutes later, they sat in the car, eating their root beer floats.
“Wow, I’d forgotten how good these are,” he said, watching the carhops roller skate from car to car. He noticed as she licked her spoon with her tongue, and it was all he could do not to groan.
“How many girls have you brought here?” she asked, turning to face him.
What could he say that didn’t make him sound like a loser? The first year after their breakup, he didn’t date anyone. Then he’d gone out with several women, and each and every time, he compared them to her. In the last year, he’d had two dates and both had been disasters.
“No one. I’ve had two dates this year and they were one and done,” he said. “How about you?”
“No time to date. Did you think it would be like this when we left college?”
For a moment, he thought about it and then shook his head. “No. I planned on playing professional ball. That knocked the wind out of my sails and I felt like the ball had been stolen from me.”
“Have you considered coaching a college team?”
