Chapter 20

Just as he started to get up from the table and leave, a heavy hand fell to his shoulder. Darian’s. Leaning over Stacy he asked, “How many students have already signed up?”

“Sixteen.” Her voice was bright again, happy to be the bearer of bad news. “They want to keep the classes relatively small and most everyone else has already registered—”

“Then why don’t we just squeeze him in?” Darian suggested. His fingers tightened around Stacy’s shoulder, his hand burning through the thin fabric of Stacy’s shirt to warm his skin.

Stacy held his breath as Jodi grimaced. “I don’t know, Mr. Drucker. They said no more than fifteen to a class and you’re already over—”

With a disarming laugh, Darian said, “Exactly. One more wouldn’t hurt.”

But Jodi wasn’t convinced. “I’ve heard he’s bit of a troublemaker,” she admitted, glancing at Stacy warily.

“He’s sitting right in front of you,” Stacy spat. “Don’t act like I don’t know you’re talking about me.”