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some part of the pain I knew had to be in her heart.
    It was halfway through the day, when we were completing our math lesson that I saw Rosie quietly staring at her worksheet and biting her lip in confusion. When I walked over to her, her worksheet was completely blank.
    “Are you okay, Rosie?” I asked quietly, as I leaned over to her.
    “Yeah…” she said, for the first time her voice lacking in confidence.
    “Are you sure?” I prodded.
    “Yeah, I guess…” she looked up at me, her brown eyes full of sadness. “I just like words better than numbers.”
    I smiled, and leaned over to whisper in her ear.
    “Me, too!”
    She looked at me with surprised eyes.
    “Really?” she asked.
    “Yep. But, it’s important to learn them and how to use them, just as much as words. And, sometimes they can even be fun, believe it or not.”
    She looked at me skeptically.
    “I don’t know about that…” she murmured.
    “It’s true. You just have to spend some time with them. Sometimes words come easily to people. Sometimes numbers do. Maybe you’re just a word person, but it doesn’t mean you can’t do both.”
    She stared at me pensively for a moment, then a small smile spread across her face.
    “Okay, I understand. It’s like at home. Reaper is much better at making pancakes than my daddy is. But daddy makes the best cupcakes ever!”
    I burst out laughing at the vision of Mike making cupcakes and Rosie laughed with me.
    “If it’s okay with you, Rosie, how about I ask your dad if I can give you a little extra tutoring in math? Before long, you’ll be the first one in the class to finish those worksheets!” I said it before I thought about what the offer entailed. We weren’t allowed to be in the school very long after school ended because of deep budget cuts, and I didn’t consider where this tutoring would actually take place at the time.
    “I would love that, Ms. Daisy!” Rosie beamed at me, her gratefulness shining in her eyes.
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    “Tutoring?”
    Mike was standing in the exact place Reaper had been yesterday, and I struggled to breathe, let alone get the words out coherently. I reminded myself that I was a professional, and if I could handle a class full of seven year-olds, I could just as easily handle Mike.
    But then he walked in. No, scratch that. He didn’t just walk in. He strutted in, and I swear I heard loud, pounding rock music in my head as I watched him slowly walk across the linoleum floor of my classroom at the end of the day.
    He was a few minutes late again, and by the time he arrived, it was just me and Rosie in the room.
    “I’m sorry I’m late again. I’m not always late,” he said, greeting me with yet another warm, enveloping handshake and a breathtaking smile.
    Every muscle in my body tightened as he held my hand for just a fraction too long, before once again, holding my gaze steadily. And once again, I couldn’t break away.
    Was it going to be like this? Was he really going to stride in here and steal the breath out of my lungs and the air from the room, practically putting a spell on me, every single time? If so, I didn’t know how in the hell I was going to be able to resist wrapping myself around him in every way possible.
    “Yes you are, Daddy,” Rosie said quietly, as she stood at his side, watching the two of us stare at each other.
    “What, honey?” he asked without breaking eye contact with me.
    “Late. You’re always late.” She said it simply and easily, with no trace of accusation or disappointment. She stated it as a simple fact.
    “Oh,” he said, finally glancing down at her quickly before looking at me again. “Yeah, she’s right.”
    We laughed at the same time and Rosie just shook her head at both of us.
    “Well, it’s good to know yourself, I guess,” I said to him. He was wearing his leathers again today, a black t-shirt tightly stretched across his chest under his patched vest, his arms bare, muscular and covered in tattoos. A snake