The Long Shot

He tried not to listen in on their conversation, but he couldn’t help overhearing it. The girl needed help finding a person to interview for history class and Julia said she’d email her a list of possibilities.

That girl left, but a hulking boy of the no-neck football-lineman variety came in behind her. Deacon stepped around behind Julia so she could talk to the kid, and he watched as she scanned the paper No Neck handed her, then gave him a high five. No Neck had raised his science grade to passing.

So many of his teachers had let so much slide, but he remembered Ms. Bradley checking back until she was satisfied. She was apparently still working double time to connect with the students.

He’d noticed Julia’s toned legs and her round hips, the warm brown hair hanging soft and loose on her shoulders and the way her big, deep blue eyes took in everything with a kind of intensity. When she interacted with the kids, her whole face was alive with interest.

As she leaned back to high-five No Neck, her backside brushed Deacon’s leg and he had a vivid flashback to her silhouette at the podium and the thong. Wes was absolutely correct: Ms. Bradley was hot.

Not that he could do anything except look.

Sure, he hadn’t been with anyone in a while. His last serious relationship had ended more than a year ago.

So yeah, he couldn’t help appreciating Julia’s looks. But he was here to help Wes. Anything else, including legs and hips and intense blue eyes, was irrelevant.

When she was finished with the kids, Deacon said, “What time tomorrow?”

He surprised himself by holding out his hand for her to shake. He pressed her palm lightly. A little innocent contact wouldn’t hurt anybody. “Three o’clock, right?”

She nodded.

He’d be back for certain—even if he had no idea what to expect.

CHAPTER FOUR

HE’D RESERVED A suite for them at an extended-stay hotel while they were in Milton. It was about an hour away, back on the highway near Jericho. The GPS was programmed, but he disliked using it. The little voice telling him to turn right or left usually just confused him, especially when someone else was in the car, and he was liable to go the wrong direction. Rather than making a fool of himself in front of Wes, Deacon let him drive.

Wes, who rarely got to drive the Porsche, took full advantage of the accelerator once they hit the highway.

“You want to turn my iPod on?” Wes asked.

Deacon pushed the button and the iPod came to life. The first song on was “The Boys Are Back In Town” by Thin Lizzy.

Wes watched for Deacon’s reaction out of the corner of his eye.

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