Sherryl Woods - Miss Liz's Passion

“Not really. I’d rather have a dog, but you said we couldn’t have one, ’cause we’re not home enough.” He recited Todd’s old argument without emotion. “I just wanted to play with this one.”

“Maybe we’ll have to rethink that,” Todd said. He caught Elizabeth Gentry watching them. She was smiling, but there was something about her eyes that got to him. She looked sad. He couldn’t imagine why. Everything had turned out just fine. His son was safe. He felt like celebrating.

“I’d better be getting home,” she said, the flat declaration tempering his mood.

Suddenly uncertain, he said with awkward sincerity, “Thanks for helping with the search.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t really necessary. I will see you at the school tomorrow, won’t I?”

The woman had the tenacity of a terrier with an old sock. He grinned. “I promise not to stand you up again.” He took her hand, holding it just long enough to confirm the solemnity of his commitment. Her grip was firm, her skin like cool silk, but she trembled. That tiny hint of vulnerability set off warning bells again. He released her hand, but not her gaze. The air sizzled with electricity.

“Hey, you guys, what about my hamburger?”

Todd glanced away at last to stare blankly at Kevin. When he looked back at Elizabeth Gentry, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded.

“I don’t think today is…” she began with surprising uncertainty.

Kevin’s face fell. Todd was torn between his son’s disappointment and his own need to escape the confusing emotions this redheaded firebrand raised in him.

“I’ll take you out for a hamburger, son. Mrs. Gentry probably has to get home to her family.”

“No, she doesn’t. She doesn’t have a family. She told us her husband died,” Kevin announced ingenuously.

Todd’s heart took an unexpected lurch. Glancing over Kevin’s head, his eyes met hers. “I’m sorry.”

“So am I,” she said quietly, but with a surprising lack of emotion.

Todd felt guilty at the relief that swept through him. He had not wanted Elizabeth Gentry to have a husband. He was equally glad to see that it didn’t appear she was living with ghosts, though why it mattered was beyond him. He didn’t date women like the one standing before him. He ran like crazy from innocence and vulnerability and commitment.

“See, Dad, I told you,” Kevin was saying. “Besides, she promised. She should come, too. She’s probably really hungry by now.”

Suddenly bolder, Todd surveyed her from head to toe with lazy deliberation, then felt renewed guilt at the look of confusion his teasing aroused. For some reason he wanted to provoke her into a mild flirtation. Perhaps he merely wanted to prove to himself that she was as unfeminine and boring as he’d once imagined her. Maybe he just wanted to shake her cool facade. Either way he knew he was playing with fire.

“Are you?” he asked in a voice thick with innuendo.

Startled eyes blinked at him. “What?”

“Hungry?”

As if she suddenly guessed the rules by which he was playing, she returned his impudent look with a touch of defiance. “Starved, actually.”

Todd laughed at the prompt response to his challenge. “Then the two of you go on. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. I just want to finish up a little paperwork and give Hank a call to tell him not to worry.”

“Dad, it’s already late. Couldn’t you just phone him on the way?”

“It won’t be long.”

Kevin’s forehead creased with a worried frown. “You won’t forget or something, will you?”

The question told Liz all too much about his tendency to get caught up in work. He caught the quick flare of concern in her eyes. Todd’s gaze locked with those serious amber eyes. “No,” he promised softly. “I won’t forget.”

With an odd tightening in his chest, he watched the two of them walk away from the trailer. She bent down to listen to something Kevin was saying, then the two of them laughed, the happy sound rippling through the evening air. How long had it been since he’d shared laughter like that with a woman? He hadn’t trusted any of them since Sarah. Something told him, though, that he could trust Elizabeth Gentry. He wondered if he’d have the courage to try.

Before he could immerse himself in wasted philosophical musings, Hank came back. He gazed after the departing woman, noting the child by her side, then directed a searching look at Todd.

“Everything okay?”

“Fine.”

“Who’s the looker?” The interested query was made with Hank’s usual lack of tact and reflected his appreciation of all things feminine.

Todd bristled. “Kevin’s teacher,” he said stiffly, not sure why he felt so resentful of the innocently appraising remark.

“Why didn’t I ever have a teacher who looked like that?” Hank said wistfully. “I might have learned more.”

“You have an engineering degree now. What more would you have learned?”

“Life, my friend. A woman like that could teach you all about life.”

Todd groaned. “Does your libido ever take a rest?”

“Not since junior high,” Hank retorted with an unrepentant grin.

“Go heft a few girders, then. Maybe it’ll wear you out.” He picked up a folder of papers and stuffed them in his briefcase.

“Not a chance. Let me know if you’re not interested in that one. Maybe I’ll take a shot at her. I have a real thing for redheads.”

Todd looked up, incensed. “She’s Kevin’s teacher, dammit. Not some floozy you saw in a bar. Stay away from her.”

Hank stared at him consideringly. “So, then, you are interested.”

Todd slammed his fist on the desk, scattering papers. “I am not interested. I am just trying to see that my son and I get through the school year without being responsible for his teacher’s downfall.”

His outburst didn’t seem to faze Hank. “Don’t worry about that,” he said easily. “I’ll absolve you of all responsibility. Just give me her name and I’ll take it from there. I won’t even mention I know you.”

“Hank!”

“Yes, partner?”

Todd recognized that innocent tone all too well. He shook his head. “Take a hike, buddy.”

“Right.”

Todd heard him chuckling as he left the construction shed. One of these days a brave and daring woman was going to come along and capture Hank Riley’s outrageously fickle heart. Todd just hoped he’d be around to watch the fireworks.

Less than an hour later Todd Lewis slid into the booth across from Liz, his long legs immediately and sensuously tangling with hers. He did it deliberately. She knew it. She sat up straighter and tried to draw away, but there was no way to escape, not when the man was dead set on rattling her. She recognized that perfectly innocent gleam in his eyes for exactly what it was. Temptation! A flat-out dare, which no lady would take and every woman dreams about.

Liz returned his gaze evenly, determined not to let him see that his touch was affecting her in the slightest, that it had been driving her crazy all afternoon long. Beneath the table, though, her fingernails were probably cutting right through the booth’s bright blue plastic seat covers.

“Where’s Kevin?” Todd asked, glancing around the crowded restaurant. Sound echoed off the glass walls and tiled floors. It was one of those places that had apparently been designed on the theory that the more noise there was in a restaurant, the more convinced people would be that they were having fun.

“He made a dash for one of the video games the minute we walked through the door.”

“And you didn’t dash with him?”

“I told him I’d order.”

“After making such a fuss to get you to come, he shouldn’t have left you alone. I’ll go get him.”