him, reawakening the nerve endings on his skin, his sharp awareness of her.
Before Broadstreet could regroup, Kathryn was off and running. Tucking a strand of glossy brown hair behind her ear, she said, “Really, I’m surprised at the board, calling Gilbert out like this. He’s helped a lot of students during those awful, horrifying office hours that he holds. You know—where the kids gather and generally find some acceptance and understanding. He’s not the leader of a cult or staging evil activities under the administration’s nose—not like you’d love to think, President Broadstreet. He’s changed lives, and to fire a man who can bring out the best in people and help them to see their potential…”
Broadstreet tried to interject, but Kathryn merely held up a finger to quiet him, continuing.
“As a rule, I don’t talk about this, but during one of those office hours, Professor Harrison listened to me as I told him about a sexual assault. My own assault. So I know the wonders Professor Harrison can work.”
The oxygen seemed to leave the room. It certainly left Ian.
“I’m sorry to hear about your troubles, Ms. Price.” Broadstreet did look genuinely sorry, though Ian wondered if it was because his momentum had been destroyed.
But Ian decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
And he could afford to because, suddenly, as Kathryn emotionally related how Gilbert had counseled her out of depression, Ian started to see the light.
Maybe the professor really was a damned hero, just like Rachel had always said. Persecuted by the system, the victim of a misguided man’s power trip.
He was someone Ian could relate to, being a true believer in bucking authority himself.
His heart rate picked up speed.
God, what if…
Yeah.
These were times for heroes to emerge, Ian thought, blood pounding in his ears. Forget the dirt, the drama, the damage.
What if he could uncover what was really going on, show the country that, somewhere on earth, there were still good people? Mentors who came to the rescue. Protégés who would stand up for someone they loved and believed in. Patchwork families who came together in hard times to fight for what was right.
In an age that could use a hero or two, Ian had stumbled upon one at the most unexpected time.
Wouldn’t it be great if someone could show this reunion to the rest of the people out there who needed some real news and positive truth?
Someone like…
Energized, Ian watched Gilbert Harrison shine a look of astonishing affection on Kathryn, who smiled back at him with adoration.
Someone like Ian himself. Someone who would uncover what was really going on and report the truth.
It was a headline that might not sell a lot of papers, but one that could—maybe—save his own soul.
If it wasn’t already too far gone.
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