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me. Good evening, Keira.” She turned slowly, surprised to find the man tormenting her dreams standing behind her.
    “Professor Wallace.”
    For two weeks, she’d reported to his office every morning at nine. During their sessions, he’d challenged her to express her feelings, her emotions in her writing. Used to playing her cards rather close to her chest, she’d struggled at first to reveal so many personal thoughts. As more time passed though, she’d found their sessions almost therapeutic—a fact that would probably annoy him to discover—as she talked about her concerns for her family, her difficulties dealing with her mother’s death and her decision to pursue a college degree. With each session, she’d found her infatuation for the man growing and solidifying.
    Why is he here?
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    Her mind raced over the possibility that perhaps her interest in him hadn’t been one-sided. There had been just a few moments in his office when she’d thought his attention toward her had been more than that of pupil and teacher. He’d never made any improper advances, never said anything untoward, but sometimes she would catch a look on his face or he’d say something in a tone that made her think, made her hope that he liked her too.
    Dear God, please let that be true.
    “You’re no longer my student, Keira. I think it would be perfectly fine for you to call me by my first name now. It’s Will.”
    Her lips twitched. “William Wallace?”
    He chuckled and acknowledged her joke. “Neither of my parents finished high school. Unfortunately, I think they must have dropped out just prior to any mention of Scottish history. My mother’s father’s name was William and—for better or worse—I’m his namesake.
    “Well, it’s a very prestigious name. Let’s hope you meet with a better end,” she teased.
    “Amen to that. I have to say the name was never much of a problem until Mel Gibson decided to make the movie Braveheart . It’s been kind of downhill since then.”
    “Can I get you something to drink?” Tristan repeated, his tone a bit less friendly this time.
    Keira glanced back at her brother, surprised to find him still hovering.
    “I’d like a Guinness,” Will replied.
    “Um, Professor Wallace…I mean, Will. This is my brother Tristan. Tristan, this is my creative writing teacher from the college.”
    “Nice to meet you.” Will extended his hand to shake her brother’s. Tristan returned the gesture but Keira could see her younger sibling assessing the man’s worth. She fought against rolling her eyes. At least Tristan’s twin, Killian, was serving with the 30
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    army in Iraq or she’d be dealing with identical bulldogs. She’d spent far too much of her life watching her brothers visually dissect and scare away potential dates. It seemed that in the eyes of her brothers, no man would ever be good enough for her. Tris was the worst; he seemed to assume all men wanted one thing and one thing only.
    If he noticed Tristan’s intense study, Will ignored it and turned back toward her. “I was hoping perhaps you could join me for a celebratory drink. Toast the end of the semester with me.”
    She nodded, taking off her apron. “As luck would have it, my shift just ended. I’ll have a Guinness too, Tris.”
    Her brother narrowed his eyes but poured the two beers, placing them on the bar.
    Keira grinned at his attempts to keep her close and decided to throw a wrench into Tristan’s plans. “Why don’t we grab a table?” she suggested.
    Will picked up the beers and led her away from the bar. She started toward one of the tables in the center of the room, but Will steered her instead to the corner booth. The idea of being in such a dark, isolated corner with him sent needy shivers of unease down her spine.
    She’d resisted making a fool of herself in his office, managing to avoid flirting with him and—God forbid—making an outright play for him. She suspected now that he was no