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Dustin Morgan. If possible, he looked better than he had in high school.

Jenna could never forget the guy who flirted with every girl in school—everyone but her.

“Hello, Dustin. It’s been a while.” She offered her hand. So far, so good.

He took her hand for several heartbeats and held it before he finally shook it. She could feel the calluses on his palms and fingers. Dustin stared down at their hands, and so did she.

It was a simple thing, just a handshake, but she felt like a giddy schoolgirl again instead of a rocksolid teacher who was soon to be thirty years old.

“I guess you’re stuck with me,” he said.

She pulled her hand away. Maybe then her brain would work. “I–I guess I am.”