“Good night, Sally.”She smiled a friendly farewell.“Sleep tight, Sprout,” she whispered tenderly, and lovingly kissed his brow.
Halfway across the darkened room a clear male voice taunted, “Good night, Pollyanna.”
Chapter Two
School didn’t go well the next day.Skye had difficulty concentrating on her teaching and several times found her troubled thoughts drifting to Jordan Kiley.In the light of the new day she felt no sense of triumph over her deception or in having bested him, only a guilty uneasiness.Sally had mentioned that Jordan was being transferred to another ward as soon as possible and would probably be discharged by Friday.There was little likelihood she would ever see him again.She couldn’t understand why this restless feeling persisted.
Skye welcomed three thirty and the dismissal of her kindergartners.Her students had picked up on her mood as well.It didn’t help that there were only a few days left before spring break.Anticipating the vacation, the five-year-olds were antsy and hyperactive.
It was after four when she finally left the school for home.Her apartment, a rare find in the Marina district, had large bay windows that presented a sweeping panorama of the water.Healthy, abundant plants hung in the window, flourishing under her tender care and in the warmth of the sun.It was ahomey apartment, decorated with cushioned bamboo furniture, and possessed the appeal of simplicity.
The lock on her front door clicked loudly as she turned the key; then she paused momentarily to replace the key inside her purse.
“Howdy, neighbor.”The apartment door across the hall opened at the sound.
“Hello, John.”She gave him a deliberate, casual smile.“Nice day, isn’t it?”She didn’t wait for his reply before pushing open her door.
“No need to rush away.I’ve been wanting to talk to you.We’re neighbors; we should get to know each other better.”
“Not today,” Skye offered, apologetically but firmly.The last thing she wanted was to become trapped in John Dirkson’s apartment for the rest of the afternoon.Strikingly handsome and charming, John didn’t lack female companionship, but Skye found his sleek good looks and huge ego unattractive.Unfortunately, he refused to accept her rebuffs as sincere; her refusal to become involved made her a novelty.
“It’s not going to work, you know,” John said, affecting disinterest.
“What’s not going to work?”
He hooked his thumb lazily in the belt loop of his designer jeans and leaned against the open door frame.“This playing hard to get.”
“I’m so pleased to hear it.”She adopted a lighthearted, bright smile.“I was worried for a minute.”
“I’ll get you yet,” he added confidently, not in the least discouraged by her attitude.
“No, you won’t,” she said quickly, then stepped inside her apartment and firmly closed the door.
She placed her purse and mail on the entryway table and hung her hooded raincoat in the closet.After slipping off her shoes, she walked barefooted into the tiny kitchen to put onwater to boil for tea.Obeying habit, she flipped the switch on the radio in her bedroom while changing clothes.The air was crisp and chilly, and she chose a winter outfit that had been a birthday gift from her brother.The red plaid pants slipped easily over her slim hips, and the matching turtleneck sweater made a striking contrast to her golden hair.
A slow and soothing romantic ballad filled the room.Unbidden, the music conjured up a mental image of Jordan’s taunting smile, and Skye bit into her lower lip, nibbling on it unconsciously.
“Go away,” she said aloud, and irritably turned off the radio.
A few minutes later she stood before the bathroom mirror, pulling the pins from her hair.
“Rapunzel...Rapunzel...let down your hair.”She laughed, and wondered at her strange mood.The thick curls shimmered down like liquid gold upon her shoulders and back.Its length was a nuisance; a shorter style would have been far more practical, but she couldn’t summon the courage to have it cut.Glen had always loved her long, thick hair, and in a way its length was a symbolic memory of his love.She brushed the curls vigorously until they crackled with electricity.On impulse she left her hair down, the length curving attractively about her shoulders.In reality she was much too tall to be wearing it up all the time, but she had long ago quit worrying about her height.Accustomed to seeing her hair away from her face, she did an automatic double take, surprised at how good she looked, when she happened to glance in the mirror on her way out the door.
The teapot was whistling, and soon the aroma of cinnamon and spice perfumed the air.The mail contained a newsy letter from her mother in Florida, and Skye sat with her cup of tea, propping her feet on the large wicker chest that served as a coffee table, while immersing herself in the letter.
She needed this time to relax and unwind from her day but instead found herself fidgety and restless.Perhaps she should do some shopping and even splurge and have a meal out before attending the Wednesday-evening church service and choir practice.
The idea proved to be a good one.She bought herself a new pair of shoes, plain but comfortable ones she could wear to school.Impulsively she stopped in a toy store to browse around.Billy had been so unselfish in his choice of a prize that she picked out a small electronic game he was sure to enjoy.Since it was on sale, it was easy to rationalize the expense.
Pleased with her purchases, Skye decided to deliver Billy’s gift to him instead of waiting until the following evening.And while she was at the hospital maybe Sally would join her for a light meal in the cafeteria.
As usual pediatrics was a hub of activity.Nurses and the other staff members moved with purpose.Skye stopped by the nurses’ station to leave a message for Sally, then lightheartedly headed for Billy’s room.
Entering the room, she froze midstep.Billy’s bed was empty, but Jordan Kiley was very much present.The force of his personality filled the room, compelling and totally male.He viewed her shock with a half smile that touched the corners of his mouth.
Suddenly the smile left his eyes, and he grimaced as his rugged face twisted with pain.Her surprise quickly receded into concern, and she haphazardly deposited her packages on Billy’s empty bed before rushing to Jordan’s side.
“What’s the matter?Should I get Sally?”Alarm coated her voice.
