“And your son’s teacher.”
“So?”
This man…
Giving him an exasperated look, I reply, “I thought we’d discussed this already, Mr. Wolfe.”
He nods his head a bit. “We did.” His blue gaze locks up to mine, and he holds. “But, sweetheart, I’m already havin’ one hell of a time waiting.”
I feel the blazing heat of a blush take over my face, so I look back at my plate to give myself something else to do. I’m not a fan of waiting myself.
However…maybe I can talk to Principal Simpson. I may have misunderstood something, or maybe it was a precaution of some sort.
You really want to risk putting yourself under the radar?
“Be patient, Mr. Wolfe. Good things are worth waiting for.”
“I’ll wait,” he confirms. “But I can’t promise you I’ll be good when I do.”
God, grant me strength in all areas that include him.
“Can you be good in public?” I ask genuinely. “Because you have the two biggest gossips in town a few feet away.”
“You scared of Maebelle and Agnes?”
Yes.
My job.
Craning my head over to Micah, he rolls his eyes and sighs. “I get it, sweetheart. I do…unfortunately.”
“Seven-ish months,” I tell him. “Then…if we’re still talking?—”
“We’re definitely going to be doing more thantalking, Miss Vesper. I’m going to be your wildest dream and obsession within a year, tops.”
“Enthusiastic.”
“Dedicated,” he retorts evenly. “Us good ole country boys are like golden retrievers. We’re loyal, and we’ll love you until our dying day.”
“Do you come with a shock collar in case you misbehave?”
Micah barks out in laughter, and I can suddenly feel every eye in the diner shift to us.
I’m his son’s teacher. We could be talking about anything.
“Micah Wolfe, we’re trying toeatover here,” I hear Agnes scold him as I pick up my fork and try to maintain a state of cool, collected, and casual. “You’re being loud.”
“Sorry, Miss Agnes,” Micah apologizes, though he doesn’t sound like he cares. “It won’t happen again.”
“And leave that young teacher alone.”
I hear Micah scoff a little, but it’s not loud enough for her to hear. “Fat chance.”
13
MICAH
“Aw, Graham,”I hear Owen whine from somewhere in the garage. “Don’t tell me you’ve gotten yourself into trouble with that Aubrey girl again.”
