he
couldn’t help but wonder what would have happened if he had. Her
lips were full, with a natural pout to them that had beckoned. He
imagined they would have been soft and silky and delicious.
When she’d walked into the dojo wearing that
purple top and leggings he’d wondered if his eyes had popped out of
his head. The outfit had hugged her figure in all the right places,
accentuating the swell of her ample bust line, her flared hips, and
her rounded thighs. He could imagine kissing his way up her dainty
calves, and freely admitted to himself that he’d enjoyed being in
close proximity to her. She’d smelled like lavender and sunshine,
and she’d looked like a little gypsy warrior woman.
He knew the reason she’d toppled into him
was because he’d accidentally touched her butt, though she didn’t
seem to want to acknowledge that. And he’d had the feeling that
she’d wanted him to kiss her. But it would have been incredibly
unprofessional for him to do so, and anyone could walk in. If he’d
been caught making out with one of his own students on the training
floor… no. His reputation would be shot to smithereens. He’d never
once become sexually involved with a student.
After arriving home he changed into shorts
and a t-shirt and settled down into an armchair with a spy
thriller. But his mind was still on Shelby. He wondered if it would
really be so bad if he took a chance on her. It had been nearly a
year since he’d caught his ex cheating with their next door
neighbor. It was time to find someone else, and though she wasn’t
exactly his vision of the perfect woman, he was nevertheless drawn
to her.
Would it really hurt for him to take a
chance?
****
“So did you two have a good time together
this week?” Lisa asked.
“We had an awesome week!” Dawson crowed from
below, his little body wrapped around his mother’s leg. “Can we do
it again next weekend? I like staying at Auntie Shelby’s
house.”
“I’m sure you do, honey,” Lisa said,
stroking her son’s hair as she and Shelby exchanged knowing smiles.
“Why don’t you take your backpack out to the car so I can talk to
your auntie?”
“We had a great time,” Shelby told her after
Dawson had skipped out. “He’s full of energy as usual.”
“That’s my baby.” Lisa smiled. “I’m really,
really, incredibly grateful you did this for me, Shelby.”
Shelby lifted a shoulder. “That’s what
family’s for, right?”
“Well, if you ever need a favor, advice,
anything at all, let me know, alright?”
“Will do.”
Shelby let out a sigh of relief once they
were out the door, happy to have her house back. In truth it hadn’t
been much of a hardship to have Dawson—giving up her evenings to
play with him and help him with his homework and getting up a
little earlier to take him to school did put a toll on her normal
life activities, but it wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle.
What had been tough were the last two
days of taking him to karate classes, and trying her hardest not to
stare at Jace the entire time. She’d set an appointment for her
next lesson with him on Monday because she didn’t really think it
was right to be fobbing Dawson off on the neighbors when she was
supposed to be watching him. And she had a feeling that he was
trying his best not to look at her too—and she wasn’t sure why. Had
she done something to make him uncomfortable? Did he know she was
attracted to him? Oh gosh. Maybe she shouldn’t be taking lessons
from him after all if she was that obvious! She should really call
and cancel. Yes, she should.
But Monday rolled around and though she’d
glanced at her phone a bazillion times, she’d not been able to
bring herself to do it. She had no idea why, because staying away
from him would probably be the best thing in the long run, but the
idea of breaking things off like that wasn’t appealing.
Breaking things off? The snide little
voice in her head whispered. You’re not
Playing Hurt Holly Schindler