either.
âYeah. Right. Weâll think of something.â
âIâll meet you down at the Center after class, okay?â Rachel asked.
âSure. Iâll talk to you later.â
Rachel hung up the phone and sank against the pillows like a lead weight. Her body felt too heavy to move. What about her students? They would have nowhere to go to study. Most of them were getting ready to apply for citizenship and desperately needed the practice. Not to mention the neighborhood kids who depended on the Center as a place to get away from their family problems. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. It took pure willpower to get herself out of bed and into the shower. She still had a job at the university, and she couldnât afford to louse it up.
All the way to the university her mind pondered the situation, but there still seemed no way out. By the time she reached the campus, tears had formed. She pushed them back and took a deep breath. This was no time to get emotional. She had a class to teach.
Rachel took the long way to her class, hoping to avoid Dr. Harrisâs office. It was going to be hard enough to hide this from her students. She just couldnât face him today as well. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she wasnât paying attention to where she was going. The impact brought her mind to the present, as a strong arm caught and pulled her close. She was standing nose to nose with Randy Harris. It was several moments before she could catch her breath.
âWe meet again,â Randy said. He seemed a bit out of breath.
âOh.â Rachel couldnât think of anything to say, so she stood there with her mouth half open, willing her brain to work.
âAre you all right?â Randyâs brow wrinkled as if in concern. âCome into my office and sit down for a few minutes.â
Despite her protests, he propelled her toward his office, one arm still tight around her waist. Closing the door behind them, he pushed her into his chair and pulled up another for himself. With one hand on either arm of the chair, he looked closely at her. She lowered her eyes and tried to avoid his gaze, but he wasnât giving up.
âWhatâs the matter, Rachel?â He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face to his.
âNothing. It just scared me a little when I bumped into you. I wasnât paying attention to where I was going. Iâll be fine,â she assured him.
âI donât think so. Whatâs really bothering you?â He stared at her with such concern in his eyes that her resolve melted and the tears that had been so close to the surface all morning finally made their way down her cheeks. âHey, hey. Itâs okay.â He pulled her over to the loveseat against the wall and stroked her hair. She laid her head on his shoulder and cried until her body shook with sobs. He just held her, stroking her hair and whispering comforting words. After a few minutes, the tears stopped and she jumped and looked at his watch.
âWhat time is it?â she cried.
âEight oâclock. Why?â
âI have class. I have to go or Iâll be late.â She started to get up, but he held her firmly in place.
âI donât think so.â
âI donât have any choice.â She tugged at his arm even though, inside, the last thing she wanted to do right now was teach a class. âLet me go. I have to get to class.â
âNot today. You need a break, especially after yesterday. Iâll call the office and tell them to send someone to notify the class.â She spouted incoherent protests, but he ignored her. One arm securing her to his side, he used his free arm to dial the office.
âWhy did you do that?â
âYou need a break. You wonât be any good to the students like this. Theyâll enjoy the vacation. Besides, itâs not like you take off every week. As far as I know, this