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of the group across the street that witnessed her panty-drop. But if their red faces and shuffling feet were any indication, they felt worse about it than she did.
    “And this is Gabi.” Logan gestured to a short blonde girl who had a carpenter’s square slung over her shoulder.
    “Pleased to meet you,” said Gabi, reaching forward to take her hand. “Finally, I’m not the only girl in the group.”
    “I’m happy to meet you all,” said Samara.
    But would this crew be able to get everything done in time?
    Finally, he gestured to the tow-headed boy in red coveralls. “Carter, show Ms. Davis the powder room, where you helped put in the linoleum. You did a great job.”
    As Samara passed Logan, she whispered, “Invisible chipmunk thanks you.”
    He touched her arm, being careful to avoid Jade’s leg. “You’re welcome.”
    The casual touch sent more warmth streaking through her and she smiled.
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    If he didn’t already know how anxious Samara was about moving in on time, he’d never be able to tell from her behavior among his students.
    Logan watched with amazement as she wandered among them, Jade clinging to her like a little monkey.
    “You’re doing a lovely job on this,” she said, patting James on the shoulder. “You should be very proud.”
    The boy’s face, still softened with baby fat, went incandescent. He ducked his head, mumbled a thank you, and nearly impaled himself on a length of baseboard.
    Huh. Logan’s praise had never affected him that way.
    Then again, Samara wasn’t being paid to encourage him. She’d be dynamite in the classroom. There was a quiet nurturing sincerity about her. It wasn’t motherliness, exactly. More like a kind and very hot aunt.
    Frighteningly hot.
    She needed a bit more weight on her bones, but every pound she had was in exactly the right place. His fingers tingled. He could still remember how she felt in his arms, that silky skin pressed against him, their awkward, urgent, desperate high school fumbling.
    How they’d managed not to go all the way, he couldn’t imagine.
    What would happen, if they got another chance?

Chapter Five
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    “Y ou’re the one who designed the project in the first place, Logan.”
    Frank Stern had been the principal of Livingston High School for twelve years, during which time he’d lost his smile and his marriage, replacing them with forty pounds and a jaundiced attitude.
    “If you change the rules now,” he continued, “forget about getting approved for next year.”
    Frank considered Logan impassively from across his government-issued desk. Except for a pen, a single sheet of paper and an oversized computer monitor, the desk was empty. No photos of his kids, no potted plant, no coffee mug, nothing. He’d once done great things for the school. But he’d had concerns about Logan’s pet project from the start.
    “It’s an administrative hoop, Frank. I’m simply asking that we request parental approval for extracurricular work hours. The kids know that completing a job within an owner’s time frame is essential in this business; so do their parents. Rubber stamp it and let’s go.”
    Frank went on as if Logan hadn’t even spoken.
    “I’m surprised you’d jeopardize this after you lobbied so hard to get it in the first place. You ran the fundraisers. You’re the one who secured the arrangement with the city. You’re the one who talked to the local Trade Association about taking these boys on after graduation. You promised that the students would fulfill the tasks laid out as stipulated.”
    “Which they have,” said Logan. “But since we are running behind schedule, and this is causing the purchaser great inconvenience, it’s reasonable to have them work extended hours to make up the shortfall.”
    Frank shook his head. “As long as they’re working under the LHS umbrella, we stick to school hours. That’s non-negotiable. I’m sorry, Logan. I’m sure you can work something out with the purchaser.”
    He