Addie Gets Her Man

ADDIE ROAMED THROUGH the gym. The boys were mostly on one side, the girls on the other. She liked this age. They weren’t yet single-minded. The operative word being yet. She smiled and took another trip around the room.

A girl’s voice came from around the corner of the bleachers. “Boys are just stupid.”

“Oh, you’re just mad because Peter broke up with you right before the dance.”

“Am not.” She was definitely pouting.

“Are, too.” The girl laughed. “Come on, Jill. There are lots of other guys here. Look around.”

“I don’t want to. Guys suck,” she repeated.

“Did you see him?” The second girl’s excited, breathy voice perked up Addie’s ears.

“Who?” the first girl asked.

“The dark-haired guy,” she whispered.

There was a bit of shuffling. “The old guy?”

“He’s not old. He’s gorgeous.”

“You’re crazy, Malory.”

That narrowed it down to just a few girls in the school. Addie leaned against the bleachers, following what was obviously the girls’ gazes. Marcus stood there, chatting with Jack Wilson.

She didn’t like Jack much, though, as the principal, she wasn’t supposed to like or dislike parents. Specific parents anyway. But Jack was one of those guys who just—how did she describe it? He was oily. Like a salesman who didn’t know when to take no for an answer. In her case, he was always selling himself.

He was divorced, and if the tales his daughter shared were true, not amicably. The idea of actually taking him up on any of his offers made Addie’s skin crawl.

Marcus Skylar, on the other hand... She thought about that night at the coffee shop. She’d found herself thinking about their chat, about the book he wasn’t reading and the enjoyable walk home several times since.

Just then, Jack said something that made Marcus smile. He had a nice smile, though he didn’t often use it. She’d managed to coax a few smiles from him so far. She recalled the girls’ comments and was pretty sure her voice would sound as breathy as the girls had if she were to say anything.

“I heard he’s the dad of the new kid.” The girls were speculating again.

“What new kid?”

“The computer whiz. Didn’t you see him in class last week?”

“I’m not sure.”

“He’s blond. Talked about the computer camp he went to last summer. He was bragging about how he met some famous hacker who could break into anything.”

“Oh, him. He’s kinda cute.”

“For a nerd.”

“Hey, that’s not very nice.”

“I’m going to go talk to him,” the girl said, and Addie almost reached out to stop her. Then realized that would let them know she’d been eavesdropping. She was the adult in charge, so, while eavesdropping was expected, it wasn’t how Addie liked to deal with the kids. Even though it sometimes was the only way she knew what was going on.

“The nerd?” The girls continued their conversation.

“No, his dad, silly.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Mike said he’s a widower. He looks lonely, right?” There were a chorus of giggles, and Addie decided to come out of hiding.

“Okay, ladies. Let’s get out and join the party.”

Several of the girls shared uncertain glances as they hustled away from Addie. She smiled, only slightly enjoying the power she had over a bunch of teenage girls who thought they ruled the world.

“Well, well, well.” Lindy stepped out of her own set of shadows. “Wasn’t that fun to watch?” She laughed, and Addie realized she was looking farther down than normal. She was wearing heels and Lindy had hers in her hand.

“What was fun?” Addie kept her same pace, moving around the room, watching and checking on everyone.

“Why, seeing this side of you.”

“What side of me?”

“The woman who’s interested in someone, who doesn’t want anyone—especially the person who she’s interested in—to know she’s interested.”

“Thank God you don’t teach English.”

“Yeah, not my best subject.” Lindy fell into step with her. “But you got my point.”

Addie huffed. “Yeah, I got your point.” There wasn’t much reason to hide anything from Lindy. They knew each other too well.

Lindy also knew why Addie would never act on her attraction.

“You know I’m right.” Lindy was always right—or so she believed.

“Maybe.” Addie wasn’t giving her the credit that easily.

“Okay, must I sacrifice myself for our friendship?” Lindy sighed and stopped to slip her feet into her shoes. She put a hand on Addie’s shoulder for balance. “You, my friend, need a nudge. You’ll thank me. And I expect wine with that thank-you, thank you very much.”

Addie cringed, glad that gym class seldom required papers that Lindy had to grade. “Where are you going?”

“Watch and learn, sister. Watch and learn. Follow my lead.”

With a swagger that did all womankind proud, Lindy headed straight toward Jack Wilson. The man was talking loudly, with his hands flying in the air, explaining something to Marcus. The instant he caught sight of Lindy heading toward them, he froze. Hands in midair. For an instant, he actually looked shocked, maybe even frightened.

Then Lindy must have smiled—Addie couldn’t see Lindy’s face from here. But the man—both men—smiled. Marcus’s looked a bit more like relief than joy, but Addie wasn’t sure. She didn’t know him that well yet. Whoa. Wait. Reverse that thought. Delete yet from that statement.

Addie couldn’t hear what Lindy was saying, but the way she looked at Jack, and the way she curled her hand around his arm, said plenty.

They started to stroll away, Lindy guiding him through the crowd of kids. She turned and winked at Addie as they left, as if to say, “Go for it.”