Addie Gets Her Man

She couldn’t quite identify who the other boy was. Their heads were bent over the screen of one of their phones. She was almost afraid to wonder what had grabbed their attention. Whatever it was, it was apparently quite enthralling.

She liked seeing the smiles on both their faces, though she didn’t really want to know what was going on inside the heads of two thirteen-year-old boys. Still—

She moved closer to the window. From here, she could see them more clearly. The other boy was Dex Silvano. Dex was one of those kids everyone loved, but who she was convinced would grow up to be something great—like a jewel thief or used-car salesman.

He and his family lived only a couple of blocks from her, and Addie frequently ran into his mother at the grocery store. Addie knew more about Dex than she did any of the other kids at the school. That wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

Maybe some fresh air would help more than tea. She headed to the door and outside. “Hey, Principal Hawkins,” rang out several times. She smiled, stopping to talk to several kids who’d been her students last year. It helped fill up that little hole that grew inside when she spent too much time alone.

She wondered why Ryan and Dex were still here. They both lived within walking distance. Addie herself sometimes walked to work on nice days. Like today.

“Hello, boys.”

Ryan looked up, and, while his smile didn’t go away, it faded some. She felt a little guilty. He thumbed the screen of his phone dark.

“Hello, Ms. Hawkins.” He shoved the phone into his pocket. “Am I in trouble?”

Addie laughed. “No. I’m just taking a break. Thought I’d enjoy the sunshine.” She lifted her hands toward the sky. “Nice day, huh?”

“Yeah.”

She looked over at the other boy. “Hi, Dex.”

“Hello.” The boy nodded.

“You heading home?” she hinted with a glance toward Ryan.

“Yeah. My dad’s picking me up today.” Ryan gathered up his backpack and hitched it over his shoulder. Dex didn’t have his backpack with him. She almost asked him where it was, but didn’t. His mother would be checking on him, making sure he got his homework done.

“Baseball tryouts start tomorrow,” she reminded Ryan. He’d mentioned it the first day of detention, but not otherwise. Nick’s presence hadn’t helped.

He looked up, seemingly surprised she remembered. “Yeah.”

“Are you going to try out?”

He shrugged. “I dunno.”

She looked closer. “What happened to the boy who couldn’t wait for practice to start last week?”

Ryan glanced over at Dex. Was he worried about what his friend would think of his wanting to play baseball? Dex didn’t let her down, though.

“You didn’t tell me you were playin’ ball. Cool. What position?”

“I dunno yet. I might not make the team.”

“Did something happen? Why the doubts?” she asked.

“No doubts.” Ryan glanced sideways at Dex again. She inwardly smiled. Oh, yeah, even thirteen-year-old boys had to uphold their macho image. He reminded her of her brother DJ. At about the same age, he’d wanted so badly to be just like their brother Wyatt.

“I think you can do whatever you set your mind to.” She repeated the words she’d heard her mom tell DJ back then. “But make sure it’s you you’re trying to be, not someone else. You—” she emphasized the word “—like baseball don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“You should go for it, man. Show that dumbass Nick—” As if suddenly recognizing what he’d said, and to whom, Dex colored. “Uh—”

“I’ll let you off the hook for your language, Dex.” She didn’t want it to interfere with her conversation. “But I expect you—both of you—to let me, or one of your teachers, know if there are problems with other kids.”

“Everything’s fine,” Ryan answered too quickly.

And there it was. The lie he’d nearly told her last week in her office, and in detention. It hurt that he did so now.

“Well, have a good afternoon, gentlemen.” She turned away, then paused and turned back. “Remember, my door is always open.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Ryan whispered.

Had she missed something? Why was he distant all of a sudden? She took a few steps backward. “Maybe I’ll stop in at practice tomorrow. See what coach is planning this year.”

That got a smile out of him, and she was shocked at how it transformed his features. She couldn’t look away.

Memories of another boy, another time—an equally devastating smile—overwhelmed her. Before the ache became too much, she shook her head. Reality, and the school grounds, thankfully returned.

Marcus Skylar was going to have his hands full with this one. Someday, some girl was going to fall head over heels for that smile. Addie just prayed Ryan didn’t break that girl’s heart like Cal had hers.

As if summoned by her thoughts, a late-model Jeep pulled up to the curb near the boys. Ryan’s father sat behind the wheel. He glanced at Addie and their gazes locked. For just an instant. He smiled, not the way his son had, but gentle and warm, inviting.

Addie looked away first, turning to go inside. What was wrong with her? Twice, in a few minutes, she’d lost complete track of her thoughts.

She needed caffeine more than she’d thought.

CHAPTER FOUR (#u8b75dc5e-5d60-5802-9914-eee9436e0f88)

IT WAS LATE when Marcus walked into the coffee shop. Only a few people sat at the scattered tables. The scents of coffee, vanilla and rich aromas from around the world wafted around him. He took a deep breath—and savored it.

Ryan had gone to a weekend baseball camp this morning, leaving the house far too empty for Marcus. Ryan’s joining the baseball team last month had been one of the best things that had happened to Ryan since they’d moved here. He was a happier kid than he’d been in a long while, and he’d made friends with his teammates. For once, Marcus wasn’t worried.

At least as far as his son was concerned. He’d have to remember to thank Principal Hawkins for encouraging Ryan. It had made a difference.

After Ryan left, Marcus had rattled around in the house until he couldn’t stand it anymore. He wondered for the millionth time why he’d let his thirteen-year-old son talk him into buying the place.

Still, it was starting to feel like his, and in reality, Marcus didn’t really care where he lived. Home was an abstract concept for him.

He did like the fact that the coffee shop, as well as several other stores and services, were within walking distance. He’d gotten into the habit of walking to the shop a couple of nights a week, even a couple of mornings. It was a nice change.

As he waited for the barista to make his drink, his phone rang. He thumbed the screen to see who was calling. Not Ryan, please. He wanted his son to be having fun, not checking in with his dad.

His sister Anne’s number filled the display. “Hey, sis.” He was always cautious when his sister called. He loved her, but she wasn’t the type to call and chat. She always had news, was always on a mission.

“Hey, yourself. Thought I’d check and see if you’ve heard from the folks,” she said.