After dropping the kids off at music, I head back to my classroom on legs that feel as if they're made of Jell-O. The entire time I'm walking down the corridor, I'm sending up a little prayer that Liam Garrison will have permanently disappeared from my life the way he should have after the night I spent with him.
Holy mother of God.
I almost died when he turned around, and my gaze collided with gunmetal gray eyes. A strangled gurgle of laughter escapes from my parted lips as the memory crashes through my brain. For just a fraction of a second, I'd thought that I had-for whatever reason-conjured him up in my mind.
All right...not for whatever reason. It's no secret that I've been thinking about him these past three weeks. After the night I spent in his bed, it would be difficult not to.
But still, I never thought I'd actually come face to face with him again. And yet, there he was, standing in my classroom. Waiting to speak with my kids.