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him, since he evidently didn’t want anything to do with her now. If they hadn’t been 19
    Katie Allen
    interrupted the other night and they’d had incredible, mind-blowing sex, it would have crushed her to be ignored like this. It hurt badly enough as it was.
    Wanting desperately to get away but unable to think of a way to back out of the conversation gracefully, she gestured toward the loaded cart. “Um, are you having a barbeque? I just mean, that’s a lot of meat.”
    Micah’s expression darkened even more. “No party. We’re just… It was on sale.”
    “Oh.” Bridget dropped her eyes and shifted from foot to foot, her hands gripping her shopping cart handle. “Okay then.” Her fingers tightened around the plastic handle, slipping in sweaty circles. “Have a good…um, shopping.” Barely resisting the urge to slap her own forehead, she pushed her cart away. Nice one , she berated herself.
    Good way to show the uncle of one of your students that you have a firm grasp of grammar.
    “Ms. Grace?” Sam had scrambled out from under the cart and was hurrying after her. “Ms. Grace? D’you want to come over and eat ribs with us tonight?”
    “Ribs?” It took a moment for the question to register. Glancing toward Micah, she inwardly winced at his expression, cool and uncaring, as if the night at the bar had never happened. Her stomach twisted. “Thank you, sweetie,” she told Sam, crouching down so they were eye to eye, “but I can’t. You have an extra one for me, okay?”
    His face dimmed, clouds swirling in and darkening the bright green of his eyes.
    With a shrug, Sam turned away and climbed back under the cart to resume his perch, leaving Bridget to push her cart away, her stomach churning and guilt pressing down on her at the memory of Sam’s defeated slouch.
    She couldn’t resist a quick glance behind her, although she wished she had when she saw Micah frowning at her back. Swallowing hard, she faced straight ahead and almost ran down the aisle away from the too-sweet boy and his gorgeous, sexy, incredibly confusing uncle.

    It was one of those days. Days when she wondered why she became a teacher. Days when she thought longingly of being a doctor or an accountant or a mortician. At least then she could work with someone who stayed still for longer than five seconds.
    There was a puppy in the classroom. She’d been reading aloud to the kids when she had heard scratching on the door. Curious, she’d opened it and a dog had darted in, to the kids’ shrill delight.
    The puppy was now dodging around the desks and the children had fallen in behind it, shrieking and laughing as they tried to catch it.
    “Take your seats,” Bridget commanded, clapping her hands, but the excitement of having an unexpected canine visitor completely removed any possibility of the kids having their listening ears on. The wild train, led by the puppy, careened its way around the room until Bridget hurdled a desk and trapped the animal in a corner.
    Sweeping the puppy up in her arms, she ordered the children back to their seats once again. This time they obeyed, although reluctantly. The dog squirmed in her hold 20
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    and she shifted it beneath one arm. Needle points of pain darted into her wrist and she almost dropped the puppy.
    “Little f—riend,” she improvised through clenched teeth, cutting off the curse she really wanted to say. The dog looked up at her innocently, his little tail thumping against her back. It looked like a cross between a Husky and a German Shephard, and was way too friendly for a puppy that had just sunk its sharp teeth into her wrist. Beads of blood were already dotting her skin. Great , she thought. Nothing like a rabies shot to complete my day.
    “Does anyone know who this puppy belongs to?” she asked her class. Every hand rose to a chorus of “Me, me, me! He’s mine!” Rolling her eyes at her stupidity, she held up her free hand in a request for quiet and walked over to the