Chapter 6

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Mr. Darcy—Malcom, damn it—rested one hip against the side of his desk. “So you’re back in town? Last I’d heard you were about as far away from here as a person could get without leaving the country.”

“Yeah. I guess I’ve had my fill of warm winters.”

“Mmm,” he said wistfully. “Tell me what that’s like.”

“Are you gay?” So I wasn’t totally grown up, and my bold, inquisitive nature might cost me my new job.

He stood. “Yes.”

“I had such a crush on you.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah. You ever have a crush on a student?”

“No. No, I haven’t.” He shot me right down.