Chapter 6
How’s the hottest teacher in the Western Hemisphere doing today?
The text from Travis came later that week after my yoga class. Our texts throughout the week had been frequent and increasingly flirtatious.
Oh, so the girls in England are hotter than me?Australia, maybe I’ll give you that. But England? You sure?I shot back with a grin.
I’d met some pretty hot English girls in my travels abroad in college, but I just had to give him shit.
I’m sorry, I meant the world.
I grinned at his response.Good, just wrapping up a class.
Yoga?
Yep... The advanced class. They’ll be hurting tomorrow. What are you up to?
Heading to Sam’s for a bit and then bed. Been a long day.
I threw my phone in my bag and walked toward my car, about a block away. It pinged away a moment later, and I pulled it out to discover a text from Sam.
Having people over, come!
My brow wrinkled. Travis hadn’t made it sound like a party, and despite how short of a time I’d known him, part of me felt insulted that he hadn’t mentioned it.
Oh, yeah? I think I’m just headed home
Sid’s home. We’re celebrating... Pllllleeeaaase?:)
I clicked over to my conversation with Travis.
Sam is inviting me over. That ok with you?I bit my lip, immediately regretting my decision. If he’d wanted me there, he would have said something.
Oh, yeah? Sure.
His response was less than enthused, which immediately put me on edge, but I chalked it up to misreading tone via text.
I sent the text to both of them.Ok, see you shortly.
I ran home to change, excited to see Travis and my friends. I let Able out and threw on a sundress with tights, boots, and a jean jacket. I added a scarf since it was a bit chilly, and after a moment of indecision left my hair down.
“Sorry, bud,” I apologized to a confused-looking Able when I fed him dinner and prepared to leave. “I’ll take you for an extra-long walk tomorrow.”
It was a relatively short drive to Sam’s and I was soon pulling up to their adorable gray house with white shutters.
“Hey!” Sam greeted excitedly after I rang the doorbell. “So glad you could come over.”
“Teacher Emerly?” Hudson’s shocked little voice sounded a second later as he stepped out from behind his mom’s legs with a tiny dog close behind.
“Hi, bud.” I smiled, kneeling down to greet him. “Who’s this?” I asked, despite having met Trixie before. I wanted to give Hudson a chance to introduce her.
“Trixie,” he replied proudly.
“She’s so cute,” I crooned, petting the small dog.
He nodded proudly. “She lufs me.”
“I bet,” I said sincerely with a quick wink to his mom.
