subway stop to the café, and I type out a text to Logan.
CANDACE: Just saw you in the newspaper! Hope your ankle is all right! XO
But I stop myself before I send it, not wanting to bother him. Judging from how his mobile looked on Sunday night, it probably gets blown up all day, and I don’t want to add on to that. Not to mention, if I saw him in the newspaper, that means loads of other people saw it too and are now probably reaching out as well.
With a sigh, I pocket my mobile and push open the door, focusing on the task at hand.
It’ll be a delicate matter, dealing with Mrs. Halliday. In the last few months since I took my post at The Day School, I haven’t broken any staff rules, so I haven’t had very many dealings with her. Just brief hellos and goodbyes in the hallway, quick chats whenever she pokes her head into my classroom—that sort of thing.
When I show up at her office with the lattes and scones in hand, I’m embarrassed to find I’m quite nervous, hands shaking and everything.
I ask Laura if she’s in, and this time I’ve lucked out. No dental appointments to contend with.
“Come in, Candace! I’m free,” Mrs. Halliday bellows through the open door to her office before Laura can answer me.
After passing one drink and scone off to Laura, I walk in with Mrs. Halliday’s treats outstretched in front of me. She beams when I offer them to her.
“For me? You shouldn’t have!” She smiles before accepting her drink and scone gladly. Then she takes a sip of the latte. “Mmm, it’s extra sweet. Now this is a good bribe.”
I nearly croak. BRIBE?! Is it that obvious?
“I had them add some vanilla,” I respond in an awkward high-pitched voice, trying to throw her off my scent.
“Just the way I like it,” she says, taking another sip before setting it down. She’s a nice woman, really. Her appearance is rather round and matronly and she chooses clothes with the most horrid fabrics, but her smile is genuine when she glances across her table at me as I take a seat in a chair facing her. “So now tell me what you need.”
I fidget nervously, surprised by her direct question.
“Can’t I just bring my favorite boss a coffee every now and then?” I tease, embarrassed to find that I’ve broken out in a cold sweat.
She leans back in her chair and narrows her cool gray eyes on me. “Sure you can, but I’ve been around the block quite a few times and I know the drill. So what is it? Toddlers driving you insane? Want some help in the afternoons?”
I hurry to correct her. “No! No, that’s not it at all. I think I’m faring quite nicely in the 3s room, actually. It’s…umm…” I twiddle my fingers, trying to get my words in the proper order. “It’s a question to do with the rules in our employee handbook, actually.”
She groans like it’s the last thing she wanted to hear. “Don’t expect me to know that thing backward and forward—it was written before my tenure here. Just come out with it and tell me what you’re so worried about then I’ll see if I can ease your mind.”
I didn’t expect to cut to the chase this quickly. I thought we’d do a bit of back and forth about the weather and school lunches and whatever was on the telly last night. I was going to feign a love for The Bachelor in case she’s a big fan.
She’s still waiting for me to speak, her gaze gently goading me to get on with it.
“Okay, so it has to do with the part about no fraternizing with the parents.”
“Oh god, who did you sleep with?”
My eyes bug out of my head and my hands shoot out to stop her thoughts. “No one! I swear it!”
We just did a bit of humping in a pool. Oh dear.
“Okay…”
“It’s…um…okay…one of my students has this uncle.”
“Logan Matthews, yes. The NFL player. That’s something you’ll just have to get used to. At a prestigious school like this, we have quite a few parents and relatives who are famous in one way or another. Hell, some of our students are probably famous in their own right as well.”
“Sure, but it’s not his fame I’m worried about. It’s about whether or not it’d be okay if he and I dated?”
Without missing a beat, she replies, “Oh, I’m afraid