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he
recognized her before?
    "Funny," she shook her head, as though to
clear it, glancing down at her paperwork. "I didn't expect the
father to be here."
    "Oh, I’m not a parent. I'm her Uncle."
    "Oh," she gave him a quick glance then laid
the papers down. Jake glanced at her and smiled.
    "Well then, I guess you know why you are
here? And perhaps you are the right man for the job, after
all."
    Jake stiffened. He had no idea why he was
here, except Sammie Jo was having math problems. What that had to
do with the counselor he wasn't sure. .And he certainly wished she
be friendly, he wouldn't mind taking her out again. In fact, now
that he knew who she was, he definitely wanted to take her out
again.
    "Look, I don't think I'm following you on
this. Suppose you start from the beginning. I'm new at this sorta
thing. I'm supposed to be here about Sammie Jo's math problems. I'm
sorry, but I thought I'd be speaking directly with the teacher
concerning this."
    The woman's mouth flew open, her well shaped
brows knitted, "Math?
    Oh yes, I see. Well, that's one of her
problems, yes. But I’m afraid that isn't why you are here, Mr.
Travers."
    "No? Please call me Jake. I believe I called
you…Sam."
    "Oh yes." She adjusted her reading glasses.
"Yes of course, if only it were that simple." The woman looked
uncomfortable. She glanced from her notes to him.
    "No you see, Sammie Jo has been quite
inattentive in class lately."
    Jake still wasn't getting this. And why was
he looking her over like a piece of beef? Why was she acting like
they'd never met, never shared anything of themselves. None of it
added up to him. He'd liked her years ago when they were kids. He
still liked her, only there was the same old problem, she didn't
seem to realize it. He'd been so frustrated at trying to get her
attention all those years ago, he'd started aggravating her.
"Inattentive?"
    "That's right."
    Jake stood up now, pacing the small space
between the door and the chair, and then looked at the woman as
though she'd suddenly grown two heads.
    "My niece isn't paying attention in class and
that's why you've called this meeting?" He gestured upward with his
hands.
    "Mr. Travers…." The counselor was eyeing him
now, with a huge frown. Back to being formal, back to being
Samantha Wilson.
    Okay, so she was a teacher, did that mean
they had to go back to the old routine of hating each other?
    "Jake, the name's Jake. Don't you remember?
We did have dinner together not too long ago. At least you look
like Sam."
    "Yes, I remember… Of course, I do. But this
is a different matter. This is business." She was shaking her head
and not looking at him.
    "Yes, a very important matter. Anything
concerning Sammie Jo is important to me." Jake did a retake of the
woman and again that same feeling of being shunned by her caused
his temper to flare even though he found her immensely attractive.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you before, but I certainly do
now. I know who you are, now!"
    She let a slight smile cross her face as she
crossed her legs, "No you never knew me, but we did go to the same
school most of our lives."
    Jake's brows knitted, "I never knew you
because you spent the better part of our time together putting me
in my place."
    "You're kidding, right?" she almost
chuckled.
    "Samantha Wilson, the biggest snob in the
territory. You gave me hell for at least a year, until you moved
away." He cleared his throat as his gaze swept her.
    "I gave you….hell? You must be mistaken. We
barely spoke to one another back then."
    "I tried to speak to you, but every time I
opened my mouth, I managed to put my foot in it, and you managed to
remind me of it." Jake's expression changed.
    "I was that bad?" she frowned over her
glasses. "You were very mean to me back
    then, as I recall."
    "I know. You snubbed me every time I got
close. And believe me, I tried to get
    close. Because of you, I didn't go to the
prom." Jake almost bellowed.
    "Well that's news. But, I'm afraid