nice and early.”
The other woman followed her gaze. “You’ve met the Black family already?”
Poppy couldn’t look away if she tried. She could see Harrison turn in the driver’s seat, talking to his children, before he pushed open his door and went around to help them out.
“I haven’t met Mrs. Black yet, but the children seem lovely.” She couldn’t drag her gaze from Harrison as he strode toward them, schoolbags slung over his shoulder, eyes locked on hers. Katie skipped along ahead of him, little Alex at his side.
“Honey, there is no Mrs. Black,” the other woman teased. “Harrison is dad of the year in Bellaroo. His wife left him with the kids when Alex was a baby, so he’s kind of a legend around here. We call him Mr. Sexy and Single.”
Poppy gulped. He was single?
She looked away and concentrated her energies on the mom she was talking to. “I never caught your name?”
“Pat. And my boys are Scott, John and Sam.” She smiled and took a few steps backward. “It was great meeting you. I’ll see you this afternoon at pickup.”
Poppy waved goodbye and turned to face the next parent...who just happened to be Harrison. Katie gave her a wave and ran straight through the door, but Alex stayed close to his dad.
“Morning,” Poppy said brightly. “How are you, Alex?”
He looked a little shy, but managed a smile.
“He had only one term in school last year, so it’s all a bit daunting.”
Poppy knelt down, pleased to be closer to his son than the man towering over them. “Sweetheart,” she said, tucking her fingers gently under his chin to tilt it up. “I’ll look after you all day, so you don’t need to worry. You can even come and sit with me if you’re scared, okay?”
He nodded.
“Why don’t you run in and play with the other kids?” Poppy asked him.
Alex threw his arms around his dad’s leg before doing as she’d suggested.
“Thanks,” Harrison said, his voice gruff.
“No problem. It’s what I do.”
They stood awkwardly, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that he’d raised both his children on his own. It wasn’t often she heard of a dad being in that position. No wonder he’d been in no rush to get home last night—it wasn’t as if he’d had a wife waiting for him.
Another vehicle pulled up and a few kids climbed out.
“I’d better get in there,” Poppy said, nodding toward the classroom.
Harrison touched a few fingers to the rim of his hat.
“And thanks again for last night. I really appreciated your help,” she added.
He walked a couple of steps away before turning around and looking straight into her eyes. “I’ll fix up that plumbing for you after school when I come to collect the kids.”
Poppy swallowed. Hard. Maybe it was because she knew he was available, that he wasn’t some other woman’s husband.
Because if he were, she’d never let herself think about him the way she was right now...not ever. She knew how it felt to be the other woman, so even thinking about married men inappropriately was forbidden as far as she was concerned.
But now... Harrison was as handsome as any man she’d ever laid eyes upon, and the way his jeans clung to his butt when he walked away, the cowboy hat on his head, his checked shirtsleeves rolled up to show off tanned arms...it was making her think all kinds of sin.
“You must be Ms. Carter!”
Poppy blinked and tried to forget all about the man walking toward his truck. She was a teacher, and she had more parents to meet.
She’d be seeing Harrison again after school, and he’d be in her home. In her bathroom.
So no more thinking about him until then.
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