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CHAPTER FIVE

“I REALLY APPRECIATE your time, Dr. Temple,” an attractive young woman thanked Cullen for answering her questions after class.

“It’s not necessary for you to be formal, Trish,” he insisted. “Call me Cullen.”

Sarah waited patiently off to the side and listened while several students engaged their handsome instructor with questions. Everything about this evening’s class had been so different from the first that Sarah had been compelled to stick around and compliment him. Evidently, others felt the same since a line had formed as soon as the lesson concluded.

“Well, I see you brought your ‘A’ game tonight,” Sarah teased once everyone else had gone.

“Nobody’s more amazed than I am,” Cullen admitted.

“How did you prepare differently this time?”

“I simply followed my mentor’s orders and applied the process that’s always worked for me.”

A relieved grin that would melt any woman’s heart spread across Cullen’s face. It was such an endearing sight, especially after the worry in his gray eyes a few days before.

“Blair had suggested that I study his notes and then reorganize them into my own words. I didn’t have the sense to heed his advice for the first class, and you saw how well that worked out for me. So this time around, instead of teaching directly from what he’d written, I reviewed the chapters and then, based on what I’d learned about the subject myself years ago, I just shot from the hip. When you’re dealing with ancient civilizations, there’s a pretty fair chance nothing’s changed much since you last checked the facts.”

“Well, you certainly bring the time period to life. I was watching the faces of your students and they were completely engaged.”

“When you have fellas like Charlemagne and Genghis Khan to work with you don’t have to dig too deep to find a story that will keep the listeners tuned in for ninety minutes.”

“Don’t sell yourself short, Cullen. You’re vying with the sci-fi network, the Kardashians and Grand Theft Auto for the attention of these young people, and I’d say holding their focus for an hour and a half is quite an accomplishment. You’re a natural.”

“Aw, shucks, ma’am, ’tweren’t nothin’.” He lowered his chin in a show of false shyness. “You’ll blow an old country boy’s head up so big his Stetson won’t fit.”

“Just accept the compliment,” Sarah insisted as she gave Cullen’s bicep a light punch. Her knuckles connected with solid arm beneath the long sleeve he seemed to favor, even in the heat. The lightweight flannel obviously shielded a muscular build, and for some reason, Sarah was glad he wore modest clothing around all these young women. Whether or not it was by design, it was probably a smart defense against inappropriate attention.

“The bottom line, Dr. Temple, is you gave an excellent lecture and I can’t wait to dive into the Crusades with you this semester.”

“You, my dear, are a rare find indeed. Any student excited to spend her summer recalling bloody battles is a woman after my own heart.”

“Aw, shucks, sir,” she mirrored his silly comment and drawl. “You’ll turn a simple girl’s head with such purty words.”

“How about if you two take your mutual admiration society meeting outside so Merle can mop this floor?” a voice growled from the doorway.

“Evening, Miss Nancy!” Cullen called as he gathered his notes and shoved them into a well-worn backpack. “Sorry to hold up the operation. We’ll be out of here in three minutes.”

“She’s still here?” Sarah asked. “Is she the night watchman, too?”

Cullen chuckled. “She and Merle have been keeping company for years, but he can’t join her for wine coolers and Skip-Bo until the floors are dry.”

Sarah shifted the carryall that contained the loaner textbook and her legal pads and walked alongside Cullen to the exit of the lecture room.

“How are things going with the puppy?”

“Rocket has been a revelation.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, I expected he’d be a lot of trouble and under my feet constantly. Which he is, but in a nice way. I figured Alma would be disgusted to find rawhide chews and dog hair in my bed, but she just shook out my sheets and brushed off my favorite quilt without a complaint and sidestepped the water bowl on the bathroom floor.”

“Alma?” Sarah repeated the name carefully to cover the sinking in her spirit. Some woman was hanging out in her new friend’s bedroom and somehow that seemed wrong. “She shakes out your sheets, huh?”

Well, what do you expect at his age, Sarah Elizabeth, that he’s still an altar boy?

“Sorry. That didn’t exactly sound complimentary to the most important woman in my life, did it?”

“You’re a grown man and how you categorize a consenting relationship is your private business.”

“You’re right, Sarah. And after all these years I really should call her mi amorcito—Lord knows she’s earned the title of sweetheart.”

“Wait.” She halted their forward motion. “Who is this Alma to you?”

“She’s the woman who raised me and my three brothers when our parents were killed. She and her husband, Felix, stepped in and became our surrogate parents. They kept us on the straight and narrow to make sure none of us ended up in prison like our grandfather.”

“Your grandfather served time in prison?”

“That’s East Texas lore for another evening.” Cullen waved away the question. “I’ll be glad to share it with you over a glass of wine one night but Pap Temple’s story is old news that I’d rather not get into right this minute.”

The knowledge that Cullen’s grandfather had gone to prison took Sarah by surprise. She ought to do a little research or talk to her parents. Surely they’d remember the story of a man named Pap Temple if it was a part of the local history, as Cullen claimed.

“So, you were updating me on Rocket.”

Cullen’s exhausted smile said this was a more pleasant subject.

“The past two nights have been a challenge, but we’re managing. The poor little fella whimpers and kicks in his dreams, but I can survive a few weeks without REM sleep if lullabies and snuggles help him adjust. How could any man resist such a call to adventure.”

And how could any woman resist such a heartwarming image?

* * *

AS HE PUSHED the heavy security door open and held it wide for Sarah to exit the building, Cullen could only imagine what terrors might invade a puppy’s subconscious mind. But he had a sneaking suspicion they were akin to his own fears and hurts that had kept him from resting as a teen. Spooning Rocket close, rubbing his tummy and murmuring soft sounds every couple of hours seemed to give them both peace, and that was a fair trade for the whole pot of coffee he’d have to consume in the morning to keep himself awake.

“It was so kind of you to rescue that puppy, Cullen. You’re Hope’s new hero.”

“Speaking of your girls, how about bringing them to my house for a barbecue this weekend?”

A crease formed between her auburn brows as she answered. “You’re so kind to offer, and I’m tempted to accept. I’m just not sure that’s such a great idea.”

“What concerns you about a picnic?”

“How much time do you have?”

“As much as you want, my friend.”

They stepped out into the muggy evening that was still lit by the waning summer sun. He sunk down on a nearby marble bench and Sarah joined him.

Her blue eyes searched his face, maybe for a clue about how much to say.

“So talk,” he encouraged. The woman carried a lot on her slender shoulders and it didn’t come as a surprise that she had to consider emotional burdens carefully.

“Each of my girls is a needy mess.”

“Aren’t all kids?”

“By nature, yes. But losing their daddy and then our home—”

“Wait.” He placed a hand on the small of her back, the touch intended to be comforting and nothing more. “You lost your home?”

She nodded, a sad smile curving her lips.

“There was a mountain of medical bills and most of Joe’s life insurance went to cover that obligation. There was no chance I could manage the mortgage on my salary, so we sold the house and moved into an apartment. We’re comfortable, but there’s nothing cushy about our lifestyle.”

“From what I’ve observed, your girls are part of a loving family and that’s more valuable than stuff.”

“Thirty-somethings understand that, but try to explain to a tween that not owning an iPad builds character.”

“So how does that translate into a barbecue at Chez Cullen being a bad idea?”

“Oh, it’s a wonderful idea! I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

“Then what?”

“That’s the question that worries me.”

Cullen scrunched his brow and exaggerated a squint to show his confusion.

“If we come for an afternoon, then what? My girls have all learned to compartmentalize their emotions, but it’s not been easy. One afternoon of fun at a male friend’s house could create expectations on their part. It’s not fair to ask you to deal with the fallout.”

He moved his hand from her back to her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“How about if you let me handle the fallout, as you call it. Growing up in a house with four rambunctious boys has made me fairly resilient.”

“I’m just warning you, young females are different animals. They think and react in unexpected ways.”

“So having three of them is sorta like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates?”

“Exactly,” she agreed.

“You never know what you’re gonna get,” they replied in unison.

He held up a three-fingered Boy Scout salute.

“I solemnly pledge to accept all responsibility for the outcome of a pool party.”

“That’s a grave oath you just made, Dr. Temple. When you say your prayers tonight you’d best ask for a special layer of protection for your life and property.”

“Come on,” he chided. “How much damage can little girls do?”

“And as long as you’re already on your knees, ask for protection for your heart, too.”

She was trying to make light of the situation, but she’d done her best to spell it out and give him fair warning. Well, he’d keep that in mind.

But for now he and Rocket had a barbecue to plan. He needed to test the waters, find out if he would sink or swim in a chaotic environment, even if he found he was already in over his head.