The Gravity of Love Read Free

his mind spinning out of control.
    "Oh? That's all you have to say?"
She asked softly, sinking in to one of his leather plush chairs in the corner
of the room.
    "I'll fix it, Molls, don't you worry.
Just give me to tomorrow and I'll have everything cleared up."
    "Thank you. We certainly can't have my
students being distracted from their studies because of this."
    "Of course not. That...and if I'm
engaged, I'll have one hell of a time getting dates from now on." He
teased her, his eyes the color of a lake in the early winter, glittering as he
ran a hand through his shaggy, thick brown hair, taking his long bangs out of
his eyes. "You and Marty go hold down the fort for the rest of the day. I
have a lot of business calls to make today, and then I'm all yours to solve the
problem."
    Molly smiled. "Good. And by the
way...for now on, watch what you say in front of the kids...Principal."
    He laughed at her mischievous look as she
left his little office and made her way back to her own room.
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    Harrison Grier Redford, a teenager himself
in a manly body, was more than met the eye. But what met the eye was certainly
enough for most women. Harrison laughed each time Molly would roll her dark
brown eyes at the idea, wondering what was with the entire female race that had
such weaknesses from broad shoulders, a tall build, thick shaggy hair that hung
haphazardly to frame his face, and a particular shade of royal blue eyes. But
beneath good looks and plenty of muscle laid a complicated soul who's biggest
habit was running away or ignoring his problems. Not that he had anything
major. He had skipped out on a real college education to join the marines at
eighteen and stayed there until he turned twenty two. He considered those years
to be some of the best and the most thrilling of his life. He was doing
something worthwhile. He was helping people other than himself. It was a
change. And it had felt good. But he had come home when his brother had fallen
ill, contracting some kind of disease he still couldn't pronounce, nor
understand. And after the two years it took for his brother to make it through,
Harrison couldn't get himself to find the rapturous adventure that he had once
held inside him. Instead, he settled down. Made plans with his lifelong friend
Molly to move out of their parents' houses and in to apartment buildings. He
took Molly two years after he left, as soon as she was ready. With getting that
apartment, he needed a job. The first one that opened to him was his father's.
He had taken some college courses in teaching when he was still in high school,
as soon as Molly had expressed interest in doing the same field. Somehow, he
managed to qualify, thanks to his dear father. Father Redford retired and
bought a nice big yellow boat, and Harrison started his life living in the real
world on his own.
    Now here he was, twenty eight years old and
dating every woman in the Nevada state, some from California as well. He knew
Molly disapproved of his dating techniques, but he considered them better than
hers, seeing that she hadn't had a date since...well, maybe she never did. It
wasn't that she couldn't Lord knows even he knew of all the guys over the
years that had asked her for dates, but she always refused. The feisty five
foot seven woman of his nearly his same age and that he towered over with his
six foot four frame, shared more traits from the reddish part of her hair
heritage rather than the brunette strands. Molly Radcliffe had a horrid
Scottish temper, a loud Italian voice that also allowed her hands to cook the
most amazing of meals when she wanted to, and the sassiness of her French side.
With curly auburn hair that reached just below her ribcage and eyes of dark
chocolate brown, she was a beauty. Not to say she was completely out of the
ordinary. Not runway model gorgeous or stop on the street to gawk looking, but
it was something special. Unique.