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dream guy occupying her nights and a real live one traumatizing her days. At least that was how it felt seeing Troy again, after that night. Nothing like being completely forgotten to boost a girl’s self-esteem, and to be reminded of said failure every time I saw him, which from the sounds of it would be a lot of the next twelve weeks.
    I’d only been walking a few minutes when I ran into Kenzie.
    “What happened to the Brazilian boys?” I asked as she sauntered over.
    “They got hauled into the principal’s office for smoking. I told them not to do it out in the open.” She said with an eye roll. “Where ya headed?”
    “Nowhere.”
    “Can I join?”
    I shrugged and kept walking. Until I stopped dead.
    Up ahead was Troy. Fitted white t-shirt and gray track pants rolled at the waist. He was jogging, earbuds plugged in, and heading in our direction. My heart lurched and in a moment of panic, I grabbed Kenzie, shoved her into the bushes, then dove in after her.
    “What the f--”
    I clapped my hand over her mouth as Troy jogged past us, his rock hard muscles I remembered all too well, flexing as he ran.
    When he was out of view, I climbed out of the shrubs and offered Kenzie a hand to help her up.
    She smacked it away. “What the hell was that?” She dusted her red pants, scowling. “In what universe do we dodge from gorgeous guys?”
    Every day in my universe . “Sorry. I just wasn’t ready to see him again.
    “Why not?”
    “It’s complicated.”
    “Well, make it uncomplicated.” She raised her brows in expectation. Then her foot started taping.
    Damn .
    “Why don’t you want to talk to Mr. Hot?” Her voice rose.
    “ Shhh . Because,” I whispered, dragging her back toward the cabin, “I know him. I mean, we’ve met before. In the past.”
    “You’re being cryptic. What happened? How’d you meet?”
    “He was teaching this course I was taking.” I chewed my lip, regretting that I hadn’t come up with a lie.
    “Cool.” She studied my face. “Or not so cool. You don’t look too thrilled about seeing him again. Get a bad grade?”
    “Yeah, something like that.” Actually nothing like that.
    “And now he’s your boss. Cra-zy.”
    “ Right ?” That seemed to satisfy her, which meant for now my humiliation was safe.
    “Come on,” I sighed, “first orientation is in half an hour.”

Chapter Eight

     
     
    Our schedules were different, so Kenzie headed to her session as I made my way toward mine. I followed the path laid out on the hand drawn maps and arrived at the outdoor theatre.
    The stage was flanked by purple velvet curtains and rows of folding chairs, most of which were occupied by fresh and eager puppet-masters-to-be. Only the front row was empty and I grabbed a seat dead center before I looked up and stopped breathing. Troy Bellisaro strolled onto the stage. Was he actually running this class? But... but... he was the owner. He was supposed to stay hidden in his office behind closed doors and away from my over active imagination and morbid sense of embarrassment. I shrunk down in my chair.
    He sat down on the edge of the stage, his long jean-covered legs hanging over the side. Our eyes locked for a second, and it was one of those time stands still kind of moment. Only, I didn’t want it to linger, I wanted to bolt, as far from this place as possible. He looked away to address the group, and I could breathe again.
    “Welcome everyone new, and some not so new...”
    Okay I can do this. Maybe he just gives the welcome pitch, or at the worst teaches a class or two. If I timed it right, I might not see him more than once or twice all summer.
    “If you’re an intern, I want to you stick close to your mentor. You are their shadow. “Nora Dultry?”
    I think I swallowed my tongue. I lifted my eyes and answered in a tiny voice. “Yes?”
    He fixed his gaze on me, and I felt the warm dark chocolate of his stare melt all over me.
    “You will have to be my shadow, since your late