nodded and swallowed a near-hysterical laugh. Despite their conversation Devin was still attempting to throw her together with Luke.
“You mean you aren’t going to argue with me?” Luke asked with exaggerated surprise.
“Would it do any good?”
“No,” he said and chuckled lightly. Then, suddenly, his strong arms encircled her stiff body. “It’s been a long time since you let me kiss you,” he said, his warm breath moving closer and closer to her mouth.
Kate stared at his chest, refusing to raise her eyes to his. Gathering her resolve, she snapped her head up to demand he release her. But Luke smothered her words with his mouth. Her hands tightened into fists as soon as the initial shock had subsided and she fully intended to push him away. But once his mouth had settled over hers, he gentled the kiss, and her resolve all but disappeared.
Again and again his mouth sought hers. Luke’s sweet, soft kisses seemed to erase all the pain from her heart. Only a moment before, she’d been intent on escaping. Now she clung to him, tilting her face toward him, seeking more. He deepened his kiss, sending jolts of excitement through her.
When he stopped abruptly, Kate moaned her dissatisfaction.
“Kate...” he warned.
“Hmm... Luke, don’t stop.”
“I’m afraid we’ve attracted an audience,” he returned mildly.
Sucking in her breath, Kate dropped her arms and whirled around so fast she would have stumbled if Luke’s arms hadn’t caught her. Eyes wide, she stared into the faces of the twenty or so guests who’d stepped outside, preparing to leave.
* * *
“I thought Taylor Morgenroth should play the Indian chief,” Kate was saying to Linda when Sally Daley walked into the faculty lounge Monday afternoon. The two were discussing the final plans for their Thanksgiving play.
“Taylor’s the perfect choice,” Linda agreed.
“I see you girls are busy,” Sally commented. “This play is such an ambitious project. You two are to be commended.”
“Thanks.” Linda answered for them both, trying to ignore the other woman as much as possible.
“Wasn’t that Rorie Franklin I saw you with the other day, Kate, dear?”
“Yes. We had coffee at Nellie’s.” She resumed her discussion with Linda, not wanting to be rude to Sally, but at the same time, hoping to dissuade her from further conversation.
But Sally refused to be thwarted. She settled in the chair opposite Kate and said in confidential tones, “You’re completely over Clay Franklin now, aren’t you, dear?”
Kate shared an exasperated look with Linda and nearly laughed out loud when the third-grade teacher playfully rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. To hear Sally talk, anybody would think Kate had recently recovered from a bad case of the flu.
“Sally!” Kate exclaimed when she realized how avidly the other woman was waiting for her reply. “How am I supposed to answer that?” She covered her heart dramatically with one hand and assumed a look meant to portray misery and anguish. “Do you want me to tell you that my pride’s been shattered and I’ll never love again?”
Sally shook her head. “I wouldn’t believe it, anyway.”
“Then why ask?” Linda prompted.
“Well, because we all love Kate. She’s such a dear, and she’s been through so much lately.”
“Thank you,” Kate said graciously, then returned her attention to the Thanksgiving project.
“Most of the fuss about you and Eric Wilson and Luke Rivers has died down now,” Sally assured her, as if this should lessen the embarrassment of that Friday night.
“I take it you haven’t talked to Eric lately?” Linda asked, surprising Kate with her sudden interest. There’d been plenty of opportunity to inquire about him, but Linda hadn’t done so until now.
“Talked to him?” Kate echoed with a short, derisive laugh. “I don’t even shop at the Safeway store for fear of running into him again.”
“I don’t think you need to worry,” Sally said blandly. “From what I hear, he’s avoiding you, too.”
Linda snickered softly. “No doubt. I’m sure Luke Rivers put quite a scare into him.”
“How do you mean?” Kate demanded, already angry with Luke.
“You don’t know?” Sally asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Know what?” Kate swung her gaze first to Linda, then to Sally. “Did Luke threaten him?” If he had, he was going to hear about it from her.
“I haven’t got the foggiest idea what Sally’s talking about,” Linda said quickly.
“I didn’t hear anything specific,” Sally confirmed sheepishly. “I thought maybe you...” The older teacher’s expression suggested that she hoped Kate would fill in the succulent details herself. “My dear, surely you understand that everyone in town is speculating about you and Luke,” she continued.
“Rumors have been floating around since Clay’s wedding,” Linda added.
“But Sally just finished telling me those were dying down,” Kate snapped, irritated with the entire discussion.
“The rumors aren’t about you and that Wilson fellow,” Sally rushed to explain. “As far as your one date with him is concerned, it’s history. He’s too smart to cross Luke.”
“I’m sure he is,” Kate said, anxious to quell the woman’s gossip. “Aren’t we about finished here, Linda?” she asked pointedly.
“Ah...yes.”
“Now folks are talking about seeing you and Luke together at Nellie’s last week, just before your father’s wedding, and there’ve been a few rumors flying about the two of you at Pastor Wilkins’s, too.”
As fast as her hands would co-operate, Kate gathered up their materials. Sally seemed to accept that she was about to lose her audience. If she’d come to pump Kate for information she’d just have to realize Kate wasn’t talking. Standing, Sally gave a deep sigh, clearly disappointed. She collected her purse and headed out the door, pausing to look back. “Frankly, I think Fred Garner’s carrying this thing about you and Luke a bit too far. I consider what he’s doing in poor taste.” With that, she left the room.
“Fred Garner?” Linda echoed after a stunned second. “What’s that old coot doing now?”
“Fred Garner owns the feed store,” Kate said in a puzzled voice.
“Yes, but what’s he got to do with anything?”
“Beats me.” Still, Kate couldn’t help wondering. Fred had seen them at the restaurant, and he’d been at the reception
