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the past three years, the changes he’d made in his life, going back to school, living and working at the shelter, even calling Pamela and hanging up.
    Glancing at the clock, he realized two hours had passed. He had to get back to the shelter for a meeting with the pastor of the sponsoring church. He handed them the check Pamela had sent back to him.
    Mike took it, then grabbed Jack in a hug. “We never stopped praying for you.”
    Tammie wrapped her arms around both of them. “And we won’t now. We’ll be praying for you and Pamela.”
    “Thank you.” Remembering Pamela’s anger at seeing him at the school, he knew only God could help Pamela forgive him.
    * * *
    Pamela’s leg wouldn’t stop shaking. She doodled another star on the edge of the notepad, then crossed her left leg over her right. Concentrate. You need to know this stuff.
    She straightened her back and lifted her chin, determined to hear the words droning from the professor’s mouth. Why did financial management have to be so boring? Glancing at her cell phone, she wondered if Jack was still at the house. She bit back a growl of frustration that her parents would consider speaking with him.
    After uncrossing her legs, she curled her right foot around the left, then tucked them both under the chair. She simply could not sit still. Noting the glare from the dark-haired guy to her left, Pamela offered a faint smile, then grabbed her purse and walked out of the room.
    She released the growl once the door shut behind her. Lifting the purse strap onto her shoulder, she stalked to the ladies’ restroom. Jack infuriated her. Her parents infuriated her. What were they thinking meeting with him after all this time? They, of all people, knew what she’d gone through when he left. The exhaustion. The tears. The loneliness.
    She wet a paper towel with cold water, then dabbed her cheeks and forehead. She had to get a handle on her emotions. After throwing away the towel, she scavenged through her purse for change. Maybe if she bought a pack of gum from the lounge, she could keep her jitters at bay by chewing a piece, or the whole pack. Whatever it took.
    With change in hand, she spied the vending machine and selected a flavor. After popping a piece in her mouth, she swallowed a quick drink from the water fountain to cool the fiery cinnamon taste. She stood to her full height. Pamela Isaacs, you can do this. March right back in that room. Take notes, and stop thinking about Jack.
    “Pamela, how are you?”
    She turned at the deep voice of one of her professors from two semesters ago. If ever there was a man who could tempt her to consider falling in love again, Dr. Peter Dane was the guy. Dark hair fell in one perfect wave to the left on his forehead. Brilliant blue eyes glistened above a five-o’clock shadow that covered a strong jawline. Though a bit on the short side, broad shoulders and a muscular frame made up for any concerns about his height.
    “Dr. Dane, you remembered my name.” Her cheeks warmed. Her tongue had gotten tangled up with the gum and she’d spit out the words. Literally.
    “You’re a poet and didn’t know it.” He laughed. “Of course I’d remember you.”
    Warmth raced from her cheeks down her neck at the sudden intensity of his expression. “I’m actually in class right now.” She pointed to her mouth. “Just needed a little help to stay focused.”
    “What class are you taking?”
    “Financial Management.”
    He cringed. “Dr. Mays?”
    She nodded.
    “Yep. A challenge to stay awake, let alone concentrate.”
    She nodded again. He didn’t say anything else, and Pamela couldn’t think or move. She focused on the slight dark curl at the base of his neck.
    “Well, maybe we could meet after your class. Get a late lunch.”
    Pamela gripped the purse strap. He couldn’t be asking her on a date. “I have to pick up my girls from school.”
    He snapped his fingers. “I remember. Emma and Emmy, right?”
    She nodded once more.