name. He’d only dated Nicole a couple weeks. “You know that wasn’t you, right? She just wasn’t right for me. Wasn’t right for us.”
“But I think I know who is right for you—I mean us.” Ben looked up, eyes wide like they got when he was about to ask for a too-expensive toy or an extra serving of dessert.
Suddenly, Micah was rethinking taking his son out for pizza. The night was quickly turning into a discussion about his love life. Or lack thereof. “Who?”
“Principal Chandler.”
Kat’s succulent green eyes came to mind. And the sparkling diamond on her left hand.
Clearing his throat, he leaned back and scratched the side of his jaw. He was stalling again, looking for the right response to his son’s suggestion. “And what makes you think we’d be a good match?”
“Because she also likes spinach on her pizza.”
Micah furrowed his brow and followed Ben’s gaze to a table across the room, where Kat was eating alone.
As if sensing people watching her, she looked up from a stack of papers on the table and a slow smile formed. Tonight, she wore her corn silk hair down, letting it cascade around her shoulders.
Micah forgot to chew the last bite of his breadstick and started to choke. After plowing a quick fist into his chest to get the food down, he looked back across the room.
She had a concerned tilt to her eyebrows that relaxed as her gaze moved to Ben, who was happily waving her over with his right arm.
“Ben, she looks like she’s working,” Micah said. And he wasn’t prepared to share space with a woman who looked like that.
“People don’t work at dinner, Dad,” Ben said, a
duh
unfolding in his voice that made Micah all too aware that puberty wasn’t far around the corner. Ben waved at her again.
Shifting in her seat, she looked around at the other patrons. Then, she slowly got up and began walking in their direction.
The sight of her made his heart, and other places, rev. No more stalling in this Mustang. Those curves were lethal and that face was one he could look at for a very long time.
He didn’t blink.
Good thing for that ring on her finger, because looking at the beautiful woman now, he thought she might be a good match for him, too. She was still Ben’s principal, though, and kind of his boss, so getting involved with Kat Chandler was completely out of the question.
Chapter 4
Kat smiled warmly at the DILF, as Val had so crudely labeled him.
She flinched inwardly. Had she just thought of one of her student’s fathers as a dad she’d like to…? That was not in good principal form.
“Hey, Kat,” he said as she approached.
Just the sound of his voice made her breath grow shallow. She’d already stood for a solid second at their table without saying a single word.
Say something,
her brain demanded. “Hey, you two. Looks like we had the same idea for dinner tonight.”
Ben nodded, the motion not quite rhythmic. “We never have pizza on a weeknight. It means I’m in trouble.”
Micah’s dark eyebrows jumped at the claim. “No, it doesn’t. Maybe I just want to enjoy my son.” He looked at her again, melting all her bones. “Looks like you’re alone,” he observed.
“My friend canceled. Which is just as well. I have work to do.” She glanced back at the papers on her table. Work that would be smeared with pizza sauce before it was all said and done.
“You can join us if you want,” Ben said.
She started shaking her head to argue. “No. That’s okay. It looks like you’re having family time.” And her hormones were currently begging her to rip his father’s clothing off. What was wrong with her these days?
Get a grip, girl.
“
Pleeease
join us, Principal Chandler. That’d be so cool.” Ben’s eyes were large and hopeful as he looked at her.
At his age, the school principal was still a superhero. And she had to admit, she kind of liked being a superhero.
“Dad, tell her we don’t mind,” Ben said, looking at Micah.
Micah