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a year younger and few inches shorter than Caleb. Her straight, dishwater-blond hair draped to her shoulders, and her face was accented by bright hazel eyes. Her fashionably faded blue jeans and white lace trim tank both presented a form-fitted appearance that Caleb found very appealing. She was holding a red apple in one hand and looked bored.
    “Hey, Mel,” Caleb greeted her.
    She grinned, gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and handed him the apple. “There you go, teacher,” she said.
    “Thanks,” he replied smoothly. “You been here long?”
    Melanie’s grin faded to a more sedate expression, and she replied, “Not too long. I remember you said the first day of class is always short because you just give them an assignment list.”
    “Yep, pretty much,” he absently supplied as he took a bite of the apple.
    “Ew, aren’t you even going to wash that?” she asked with a pained expression.
    “I’m a firm believer in the power of stomach acids,” he quipped between bites while dropping his handful of notes and textbook onto his desk.
    She just shook her head at him with disdain before adopting a speculative expression.
    “So, Candace dropped me off here on her way home,” Melanie began tentatively. “I thought you might want to get something to eat with me after class.”
    Caleb perked up, as he was feeling somewhat hungry. His last meal was around midday at the student center cafeteria. “Yeah, that sounds good,” he agreed with a smile.
    “Then maybe on the way back to my place you could drop me by this new department store at the mall. They’re staying open extra late hours as part of the grand opening,” she ventured with anticipation.
    “Yeah, sure,” he replied with a tired sigh as he flipped off his office light and closed the door behind them. Shopping...
    Melanie chatted about her day and the upcoming sale at the mall department store, but Caleb only processed a few bits and pieces at dinner. His mind kept wandering back to the strange effect Katrina Rawlings had on him.
    Wednesday rolled around again in no time, and he was looking forward to his evening history class. Or perhaps I’m looking forward to one student in particular. He almost made it to the classroom before realizing he had forgotten to grab the handouts for the essay that he planned to assign.
    Caleb whirled around abruptly, nearly losing his balance, and almost ran directly into Katrina Rawlings. She immediately grabbed his arm and held him in place with a surprisingly strong grip as he righted himself.
    “My bad!” he exclaimed with embarrassment.
    “Is everything okay, Ca –” she began with concern before abruptly correcting herself. “Professor Taylor?”
    “Yeah, sorry,” he apologized sheepishly while feeling the heat rise in his face. “I forgot the essay handouts.” He took a quick moment to discreetly appreciate the tall woman before him. That night she wore white knit slacks, a royal blue ruffle trim blouse, and a pair of strappy white stilettos. She definitely looked amazing, again.
    He glanced down at her hand, which was still firmly gripping his arm. Her eyes darted to his arm briefly before quickly releasing her hold.
    “Um, you go on in, and I’ll be right back,” he stammered before heading back down the hallway. He took only seconds to retrieve the handouts from his office and made his way back to the classroom. Fast reflexes , he mused as he contemplated the brief hallway incident. Strong grip, too . He rounded the doorway and entered the classroom in a hurry, noting everyone already patiently waiting for him.
    “I apologize, everybody,” he began. “I forgot the essay handouts on my way up here. And I know how much you’d hate to miss out on them.”
    An assortment of groans emitted from the students, except from Ms. Rawlings and a couple of others. Caleb took roll, only this time he recognized a few of the faces, most notably Katrina’s. She smiled at him in an amused fashion from the