alt="image"/> Don’t ask.
I’ll write again tomorrow after I see him. Send positive thoughts. I’m a nervous wreck.
Love,
Karrie
She signed off and didn’t even consider switching to work as she had planned. The furious and cathartic typing had done its job. All she could think about suddenly was crawling into bed.
Tonight she’d get all the rest she could. Tomorrow was going to be a big day. Tomorrow night even bigger. Because she had no intention of sleeping alone.
4
KARRIE HOPED this was a good idea. If not, it was too late. Rob turned and saw her as she hesitated at the classroom door. He looked awesome in snug worn jeans that molded his thighs, his shirt open at the throat, his sun-streaked hair slightly messy and touching his collar.
He also looked surprised. Definitely not pleased.
Oops.
Only five kids were in the classroom, all sitting in the front row. He said something to them and then slid off the edge of his desk and met her at the door.
He made no secret of not wanting her in the classroom by forcing her to back up into the hall. He closed the door behind him. “What are you doing here?”
“Sorry. I didn’t know you were teaching.” In fact, she thought the semester was finished. “The department secretary told me where I could find you.”
“No problem. It’s not really a class.” He glanced over his shoulder as if there was anything but the closed door to see, and then stuck his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. “What’s up?”
She’d wanted to come and deliver the good news in person. Obviously that was a mistake. “Look, I’ll catch you later.”
“Wait.” He caught her wrist when she turned to go. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled back exposing tanned muscular forearms. “I just didn’t expect you.”
“Fine. You’re right. I called but got the secretary. I should have asked for you.” Feeling awkward because she knew he wasn’t happy to see her, she tried to twist out of his hold. Damn, she shouldn’t have let the taxi go.
“Come on, Karrie. I’ll only be a few minutes. Wait for me.”
“Dr. Philips?” A blonde, her perfect little nose wrinkled as she poked her head outside, opened the door wider. “Is anything wrong?”
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