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Standing across the courtyard, Des watched Molly safely hand off the last of her kids to an authorized adult. He’d been waiting there for half an hour. Heaven forbid he was thirty seconds late; she’d be so out of there to avoid him. Which wasn’t a disaster, really. It would simply delay the inevitable. Because he would talk to her. When he did, he would up the wattage on his charm. It had only failed him once, a personal failure he didn’t intend to repeat. Dealing with Molly was business, and from now on he was all business, all the time.

Unfortunately, he had his work cut out for him with Molly. He wasn’t proud of how he’d broken things off with her in high school, but that wasn’t the worst. Had she told her father she’d seen him with another girl, prompting the man to tell her everything? It was supposed to be their secret, part of the agreement he’d made with Carter Richmond. But Des had no idea how low the man could stoop.

Clearly Molly hadn’t forgiven him for what she did know. If, by some miracle, she was in the dark about the rest, he’d be an idiot to bring it up. Right now he was looking at major damage control, which would no doubt include a long-overdue apology. He needed Molly on his side.

When she started back into her classroom, he walked quickly across the courtyard. “Wait, Molly.”

Her spine went as straight as a two-by-four just before she turned to face him. “You’re back.”

“I said I’d be here at six sharp,” he answered, noting the way the pulse in her neck fluttered like crazy.

“So you did.” Her tone was as starchy as her body.

It didn’t take a mental giant to read between the lines and figure out she hadn’t expected him to keep his word. Why should she after what he’d done? Or maybe she’d simply been hoping he’d give up and go away. If so, she was about to find out how wrong she was. She might seem stiff and uncooperative on the outside, but her pounding pulse told him that Miss Molly Preston was as nervous as a roofer with vertigo.

Charm don’t fail me now, he thought. “Look, Molly, I need to apologize to you.”

“Oh?” One auburn eyebrow rose.

“I was a jerk—”

“Yes, you were,” she interrupted. “You need to think before promising something to a child.”

He shook his head. “I meant when we were in high school.”

“So you finally figured out who I am,” she said, hostility lacing her words.

“I remembered you.” He recognized her Yeah-right expression and added, “After Mrs. Farris told me Preston is your married name.”

“Hmm.”

“I treated you badly—”

“It’s water over the bridge. Or under the dam. Or whatever. It was a long time ago,” she said stiffly.

“It was,” he agreed. “I was hoping we could put it behind us and start again.” Des studied her, the slight pucker in the otherwise smooth skin of her forehead.

She met his gaze directly and her green eyes darkened. “I don’t think so.”

It had been too much to hope that she didn’t know he’d made a deal with her father to pay attention to her. It would take several Dr. Phils to sort out the psychological fallout from that. All things considered, Des didn’t blame her for not making this easy, but the Molly he’d known years ago probably would have. When he’d started paying attention to her, he’d been playing a part, but her sweetness and sassy sense of humor had won him over. He’d liked her a lot. Oddly, he liked this tougher Molly, too.

“It was a long time ago but obviously you’re still upset.”

“About the past?” She folded her arms over her chest as she leaned against the doorjamb.

“Yeah. The part where I was young and stupid.” He braced himself for her to blast him about pretending feelings for her.

“How innocuous that sounds. Why should it still bother me that you stood me up? Or maybe you’re referring to the fact that I saw you kissing Kelli Arnold at the movie you were supposed to take me to.”

“I handled it badly. I was going away to college and figured a quick break was better. Like pulling off a bandage. It hurts for a second, then it’s over.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“Why not?”

“Young and stupid is no excuse for your behavior,” she said.

“I agree. But with age comes wisdom and…” He flashed his trademark grin, the one women seemed to respond to. “And, hopefully, redemption.”

Her gaze narrowed on him. “You really think I’m upset about what happened in high school?”

Correction: most women. He didn’t see any let up in the mad Molly had going on. The good news was, she didn’t seem to know her father had bribed him to date her. If she did, nothing would have stopped her from listing it in her grievances against him. Now that he thought about it, why would Carter Richmond admit to something so slimy and underhanded? That secret was safe.

“You have every right to be upset.”

She shook her head as if he were the dumbest person on the planet. “Oh, please.”

Okay. Now he was confused. If she wasn’t in a snit about his high school transgressions, what was her problem? Maybe it was time to admit defeat and throw himself on her mercy. “Okay, then I give up. What’s bugging you?”

“I can’t believe you have to ask.” She rolled her eyes. “May I call you Polly?”

Suddenly the “aha” light went on. This was easy. Time to turn up the amps on his charm. But as he looked into her big green eyes and that flawless face, he found he didn’t need charm. All he needed was the truth.

“You’re ticked off because I didn’t recognize you.”

“Bingo.”

“It was an honest mistake. And there’s a really good reason. You’ve changed, Molly.”

“Not that much.”

“Yeah, that much. And more. You’ve lost your baby fat.”

“How diplomatic of you to phrase it that way. No more mega-Molly?”

“I never called you that.”

“To my face,” she challenged.

“Or behind your back. And there’s something else. Your glasses are gone. No offense, Molly, you’re a knockout now. But you have to admit, in high school you wouldn’t have won any beauty contests.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Then why did you hang out with me?”

Uh-oh. Now he was on thin ice. He couldn’t tell her the truth. What she had on him was bad enough and he hoped she’d never find out the rest—for her sake, and because he wasn’t the same person he’d been back then, someone desperate for a way out of Charity City.

And that was when it hit him. The woman he’d fallen in love with, the one he’d thought loved him back, was just as shallow as the person he used to be. Wasn’t that just a healthy dose of poetic justice! But he couldn’t tell Molly any of that.

Once again, honesty was the best policy. “I hung out with you because you were smart and funny. And sweet.” It hadn’t started out that way, but eventually it had become the truth.

“Ah, the old you-have-a-great-personality defense.”

“It’s true. At least, it was then. I’m not so sure now.”

She pushed off the doorjamb and looked at him skeptically. “You’re telling me that Des O’Donnell, big man on campus who could have had any girl he wanted, hung out with me because he liked me?”

“In a nutshell? Yeah,” he said.

“I find that hard to believe. Teenage boys are notoriously shallow. You’re no longer a teenage boy,” she said, swallowing as her gaze dropped to the center of his chest. “But I suspect you haven’t changed much.”

“We haven’t seen each other in years. You know nothing about the person I am now. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?” he asked, resting his hands on his hips.

“Leopards don’t change their spots.”

“That’s not true.” He thought about his words and said, “Technically it’s true. But your implication that I couldn’t have changed is wrong.”

“Depends on whose truth you’re talking about. Mine is that you’re the same self-centered, egotistical person you were in high school.”

“And you’re not willing to give me the benefit of the doubt?”

“I don’t think so. You’ve already revealed your character to me. Going back for seconds isn’t especially bright. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”

“Speaking of character, I’m not in the habit of inviting married women to dinner. I said that before I found out you’re not single.”

“I’m divorced,” she clarified.

Now why in the world should that information make him happy? Clearly she was hostile toward him and at the very least reluctant to cut him any slack. But the fact was, he was glad she wasn’t married. “Okay. Then will you reconsider having dinner with me tonight?”

“No. Now if you’ll excuse me, Des, I’ve got things to do.” She started to close the door.

He put his palm against it, refusing to let her dismiss him. He knew she wasn’t inclined to let bygones be bygones. He couldn’t blame her. Didn’t he feel the same about not repeating his own mistake? But he had a job to do and he intended to get it done. For that, he needed her cooperation. And he fully intended to get it.

“Look, Molly, I’m going to put all my cards on the table.”

“That would be a first,” she muttered.

“Obviously you don’t think very much of me. And believe it or not, I can’t say I blame you. But here’s the thing. I’m going to be doing the new preschool wing. Whether you approve or not.”

“It’s a pity no one asked for my opinion.” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that. Isn’t bringing out the worst in me enough reason for you to give up?”

“No. You don’t have to agree with the decision, but, like it or not, we’re going to have to work together. It would be more pleasant and certainly far more efficient if we could do that as friends.”

“Friends is asking too much.” She sighed. “But I’m committed to this school. And the expansion is important. So, for the sake of that, I agree that an armed truce is necessary in achieving the goal that we both want.”

Des nodded. “I’m glad there’s something we agree on.” Instinct told him to press his advantage. “To that end, we need to discuss the project and how it will affect your classroom.”

“All right.” She caught her top lip between her teeth as she thought for a moment. “Come by tomorrow and we can talk about it.”

“Third time’s the charm. What about dinner? It would give us an opportunity to go over things without interruption. That’s hard to do with the kids around.”

“Apparently I haven’t made myself clear.” She settled her hand on her hip and met his gaze. “I love my job. And I’m devoted to the children in my care.”

“I can see that.”

“I would do anything to improve this facility and give even more children an opportunity for a positive beginning to their education.”

“Great. I know this restaurant in town—”

She held up her hand. “Dinner is not part of the armed truce. Whatever we need to talk about can be discussed on school grounds.”

“I’m sorry you feel that way.”

Des found he truly meant that. The prospect of getting to know the grown-up Molly was intriguing because she was more than just a pretty face. She was intelligent, witty and a complicated woman. He had a fleeting regret that he’d probably destroyed any chance with her.

She started to close the door again. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do to get ready for tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’ll see you then.”

He backed up and she shut the door in his face. Out in the cold. And dark. And Des didn’t much like it. Since when had he become the kind of guy who rolled over and played dead when things didn’t go his way? He wasn’t his father. Failure wasn’t an option. He would find a way to get on Miss Molly’s good side.

On her way home Molly stopped at the supermarket next door to her apartment complex. When the automatic doors whispered open, she grabbed a basket and headed for the pasta aisle to pick up a whole-wheat rigatoni and a jar of marinara sauce.

The fact that she had nothing at home for dinner hadn’t even tempted her to accept Des’s invitation. What had tempted her was his devil-may-care grin and in-your-face sex appeal. She’d taken cover behind her anger and effectively quelled any possible leftover weakness from her own young-and-stupid days. So why didn’t she feel more empowered about turning him down? Probably she needed her head examined.

As she walked toward the produce aisle, an image of Des popped into her head. He’d seemed surprised by her refusal to have dinner with him, which convinced her he didn’t know she knew about the bribe from her father. If she’d told him she knew everything, that would have certainly cleared up his confusion. But bringing up the past would only resurrect her humiliation. Who wanted to remember being such a disappointment to Daddy that he’d felt he had to buy her popularity? Where was the win in reminding Des about that?

No, the past was the past. But avoiding Des in the present was impossible because of the preschool expansion. She simply had to suck it up and tough it out. Then go on with her life as if Des had never come back into it.

She rounded the corner and stopped short. Speak of the devil. Of all the grocery stores in all the world, Des had to show up in hers. Maybe she could back away before he saw her. But he picked that moment to look up from the artfully arranged rows of greens and do a double take, followed by his take-no-prisoners grin. Busted. That made escape with dignity impossible.

When he started toward her, she knew it was too much to hope that he would simply let her nod politely and continue on her merry way.

He stopped in front of her. “Hello again.”

“Hi.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

Besides raising her temperature, she thought. It was hot. Normally she froze in the market. But tonight she was warm all over and wondered why the iceberg lettuce wasn’t wilting.

“I’m here to buy groceries.”

Well, of course he was. Stupid question. Then another thought popped into her mind.

“Why this store?” she asked suspiciously.

One corner of his mouth quirked up. “You mean, am I following you?”

If only, she thought, followed quickly by God forbid. She didn’t want him following her; she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Of course not. I just wondered… This is my regular store. I simply meant—” She sighed and let the unfinished thought hang there.

“As a matter of fact, this is the store closest to my apartment,” he said.

“You don’t mean the ones on Cooper Street?”

“The very ones,” he confirmed.

Her heart sank, hit bottom, then bounced into her throat. That was where her apartment was. Why hadn’t she known he was living there? Surely her overactive heat sensors would have picked up his presence. On the other hand, it was a very large complex.

“Your regular store,” he repeated. “Do you live nearby, too?”

“Actually in the same complex on Cooper. That would make us neighbors,” she finished lamely. “So you’re here for groceries.”

A smile teased the corners of his mouth. “Remind me to watch out for you. Mind like a steel trap.”

“Oh, knock it off,” she said, annoyed with herself for stating the obvious. Again. At the same time she wanted to laugh.

“Okay. Yes, I was forced to stop for food because someone refused my dinner invitation.”

“No,” she answered in mock astonishment. “Who could possibly resist the legendary O’Donnell charm?”

“You’d be surprised.” Something like anger flashed in his eyes, then almost as quickly disappeared. He grinned, but the effort showed. “Actually, there’s this redhead in town who finds me completely resistible.”

“Oh?” Her cheeks warmed.

“Yes.” He made a great show of studying the items in her basket. “Looks like Italian night at your house.”

She shrugged. “It’s easy.”

“Not as easy as a restaurant,” he pointed out.

“True. But much less complicated.”

“I’m not complicated. I’m the essence of simplicity. In fact, since we’re neighbors, it would be simple for me to drop by and see if you cook as well as you mold the minds of Charity City youth.”

Simple for him, maybe. Not for her. Sitting across from him at a restaurant would have been high enough on the intimacy scale. But sitting across from him in her apartment would send intimacy into the danger zone. She’d already spent time in that zone. It hadn’t worked for her then, and she had no reason to think anything had changed. And, for crying out loud, hadn’t they already gone through this?

“Tonight’s not good,” she hedged.

“Are you cooking for someone else?”

“No,” she said quickly, then kicked herself. That would have been a good out, but she’d missed it. What was wrong with her? He’d told her she was a knockout. Although her geeky, self-conscious, socially challenged inner child didn’t believe him. What was it about this man that scrambled her thought processes?

“So you’re doing spaghetti solo because it’s not a good night?” He stuck a hand in the pocket of his battered brown leather jacket.

“Look, I already told you that—”

“We talk only on school grounds,” he finished. “Don’t look now, but we’re in the grocery store. And we’re talking.”

How was she going to get through to him? Scrambled thought processes would be a step up from what her mind was doing. Meltdown would be more accurate. Especially when one took into account the radioactive heat generated by close proximity to Des’s special brand of animal magnetism. But now she had to come up with an excuse to brush him off. And being abrasive didn’t come naturally to her. The tough facade she was putting on wouldn’t hold up much longer because she felt certain even a man like Des had feelings to hurt. So she was reluctant to be so direct again. That was why she said the first thing that came to mind.

“Dinner isn’t a good idea in a small town like this.”

“You mean folks in small towns don’t eat an evening meal?” he asked, feigning a completely serious expression.

The corners of her mouth twitched, but she refused to be amused. From letting him amuse her it was a hop, skip and jump to rekindling her crush. And that wasn’t funny.

“It’s like this, Des. I’m a teacher—”

“Teachers don’t eat?”

“Yes, of course we do. But I’m not comfortable sharing dinner in my apartment with a man. It’s a small town.”

“So you said.”

“I’m a teacher,” she said again.

“And a fine one, too. I could tell.”

“It’s a recipe for scandal. Everyone talks. The good, bad and ugly spreads like wildfire. I just don’t think I want to go there.”

“Hmm. Oddly enough, that sounds pretty good to me after the big city where everyone is a stranger and no one gives a damn what anyone else does.”

The anger flared in his eyes again and Molly wondered about it. What had happened to Des since he’d left town all those years ago? She knew he’d gone to college, but that was all. Abruptly, she put the lid on those thoughts. This was bad. Curiosity about his life was worse than bad. It was downright dangerous.

“I’ve got to go,” she said.

Before he could respond, she turned and headed for the cash register to pay for her pathetic dinner. So what if she hadn’t picked up salad fixings? Lack of roughage wasn’t the end of the world, but continued closeness to Des could be. So what if he thought her social skills as backward as they’d been all those years ago? She couldn’t afford to care what he thought.

Curiosity about him meant that her interest was escalating. She had to nip that in the bud, then ideally work to become indifferent. Soon, she vowed, she would feel nothing for Desmond O’Donnell. No shortness of breath. No heart palpitations. Come to think of it, her symptoms resembled a heart attack—which was exactly what she was trying to avoid. At all costs, she needed to protect her heart.

When she felt nothing for him, she would be home free. And speaking of home, this town was hers. He’d left, but she’d made her life here.

She wouldn’t let him waltz in and mess that up. Again.