Chapter 17
Luna saw the text when she sent her kids off to lunch. She didn’t have cafeteria duty on Wednesdays, just a planning block. She pulled out her packed lunch and her phone, and thought he sounded like he was having a bad day. In response to his question about spending the evening together, she replied that she would come to his office as soon as school let out.
She was in the middle of grading that morning’s pop quiz with a bite of salad in her mouth when her classroom door opened. She glanced up automatically, expecting to see a student that forgot his lunch money.
Instead, it was Luther. “What are you doing?”
Her shoulders tensed at his tone. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
He came closer, not exactly striding toward her, but moving in a cocky way she’d never seen on him before. She didn’t like it. “I thought I’d ask if you wanted to grab lunch.”
“Sorry to disappoint you, but you can see I’ve brought mine.” Not to mention, she would never go anywhere with him ever again.
“So, Dr. Christensen came to see me this morning.”
Luna’s heart thumped too loudly in her chest as Luther propped a hip on her desk. Too close, entirely too close. “And?”
“She’s calling it strike one.” His shadow fell over the test in front of her as he leaned into her space. “You squealed on me, huh?”
Needing the distance he’d taken from her, she pushed her chair back from her desk. “I told you I would be speaking to her.”
“I haven’t said anything to you since you said you’d go and tell on me.”
Why hadn’t she seen this side of him before she’d agreed on that damn date? “And then you watched me in the hallways, followed me to my car, loitered outside my classroom door. Why are you surprised that none of those actions are okay with me or the principal?”
Her pencil cup jumped and rattled when he slammed his palm on her desk. “I haven’t done anything!”
Luna stood, smoothing her sweaty palms over her pants. “I disagree. You need to leave my room.”
He rounded her desk, got in her face. “No, Luna. You listen to me—”
His words were cut off by an arm around his throat. She hadn’t heard the door, but she’d seen him coming. Boy, had she seen him coming. He was the hottest avenging angel she’d ever seen.
“The lady said to get out, soget out.” Davis released Luther and stood with his fists at his sides.
Panic wanted to take over, so Luna took a deep breath. “Go, Luther.”
They watched him leave, red faced and shaking. Luna crossed the room and pushed her intercom button.
The disembodied voice crackled in response. “Yes?”
“It’s Luna Moss. Can Dr. Christensen come to my classroom right now? It’s an emergency.”
“Let me find out where she is.”
“Thanks.” Shaking, shaken, Luna slid down the wall and sat right on the floor. Davis came to her side and sat next to her.
“I’m sorry I put my hands on him.”
“I don’t know if you’ll be in trouble for that. I’m more worried about that than Luther.” She clasped the hand he offered her, rested her cheek on his shoulder.
“What the hell was he saying to you?”
“He’s pissed that I went to the principal with my concerns.” Her breath came out in a quivery whoosh. “What are you even doing here?”
“I needed to see you. I knew you were at lunch because you answered my text. I’m having a shitty day.”
Her laugh lacked any humor. “I guess I am, too.”
