Chapter 32

Then the teacher blinked, breaking the spell, and when he spoke, his voice was even and low. “Mr. Evans,” he said, amused, “better men than you have offered, trust me. I didn’t bend over to take it from them, and I surely won’t be bending over for you, no matter how nicely you ask.” A muffled giggle, a gasp, but Mr. Harding ignored the other students, keeping Stacy in his sights. “Now, if you please, eight plus five equals—”