forty-five minutes, he shoved his last bite of pizza into his mouth. âLaura, this has been great, but Iâve got to be at the station.â
âThanks for dinner, but more than that, thanks for caring, Lieutenant.â
âI thought I was Seth now?â he reminded her.
âYou are.â Laura smiled as she repeated his name. âSeth. Thanks for following up with JT and for the pizza. Any night I donât have to cook is a bonus.â
âIâll try to stop in and check on JTâ¦Friday, if that works?â
âThat would be nice.â
âIâll see you then. Take the rest of the pizza home, would you? I hate to let it go to waste.â He stood up.
Laura got up out of her chair. It was almost painful to watch her struggle onto her feet. âSure. Feed the pregnant woman. Thatâs what she needs.â
Heâd forgotten about her being pregnant and blanched at the reminder. âFriday. See you Friday.â He bolted.
He knew thatâs what heâd done. It was cowardly. Still, seeing her reminded him of Allie. And even now, years later, it hurt.
And now heâd promised to visit Laura on Friday.
Way to go, Keller.
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O N T HURSDAY AT HER SECOND period freshman art class, Laura took attendance and discovered that JT wasnât there.
She toyed with Sethâs card.
During her lunch break, she called the number and got his voice mail. âHi, Seth. You said to let you know if I had any problems with JT. Well, she didnât come to school today. Iâm going to head over to her house after school. Iâll keep you posted.â She was ready to hang up and then added, âOh, I should have said, this is Laura.â
What a moron, of course heâd know it was her. Who else would have called about JT?
She tried the number listed on JTâs contact form. No one answered.
By the time school ended, she gathered up her things and hurried out of the roomâ¦and right into Lieutenant Seth Kellerâs ample chest.
He jumped back as if heâd been burned, went beet-red and stammered, âAre you okay? The baby. I meanââ
âIâm fine. Weâre fine,â she assured him.
âWhere were you speeding to?â He pinned her with a look her father had often employed. One she suspected sheâd need to learn as her baby grew up. The look said, go ahead and answer, because I already know the answer, and Iâm not pleased.
The look had made her feel chagrined when her father had employed it, not so when Seth used it. âTo JTâs house, like I told you in that message. Iâm worried that she didnât show up at school today.â
âYou were going by yourself?â
She nodded. Seth lookedâwell, he looked pissed. âOkay. Laura, I know I have no say in what you do, butââ
âYouâre right you have no say in anything I do.â
She started walking down the hall and Seth dogged her heels, which she expected wasnât all that hard considering her girth. She already felt winded, while he spoke in a nice, even measure. âYeah, well, stillâ¦youâre pregnant and arriving alone at the home of a student whose mother you know has a temperâ¦does that seem wise?â
She stopped and hoped that he took the gesture as annoyance, not the fact sheâd walked too fast andneeded to catch her breath. To give herself a moment, she gave him a look she used on her students. It wasnât as intimidating as the paternal-look was, but it was the best in her arsenal. When she thought she could speak without huffing and puffing, she said, âPardon me, Lieutenant, but when did you sign on as my keeper? I missed the paperwork on that.â
âObviously someone should watch out for you.â
The words hit her and her annoyance evaporated, replaced by sadness. Seth was right. Someone should. Jay should be here, fussing over her, worrying about her worrying about