Chapter 4

Frowning her consternation, she gathered her thoughts. “Yes, Vinnie is a ‘real man,’ although he would never know it.”

“Huh?”

Paige slammed back to the moment. “Oh, never mind…”

The student gave Paige a look that basically said, “Fine, keep all the hot men for yourself, and fuck you,” then left the classroom, a gaggle of jean-clad, buxom, big-haired women behind her.

The moment the classroom emptied, Paige reached into her purse and snatched the envelope, the letter that, upon its arrival, had whisked her back in time. The letter that had made her feel, at least for an instant, like the moronic schoolgirl she had been a decade earlier.

Initially, the letter had done nothing definite to persuade her to return to Savannah, Paige recalled, and she had tucked it in her purse just seconds before leaving for this evening’s class. The final line, however, held more than marginal sway. Indeed, it had given her pause earlier, and more than a hint of ebullience now…