Catching His Eye. Jo Leigh

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      “Let’s see you do twenty sit-ups.”

      “If I had time, I’d do exactly that.”

      “You lie like a rug,” Emily said, rubbing her stomach and feeling quite sorry for herself.

      “Hey! I do ten pull-ups and twenty push-ups every day.”

      “You do not.”

      “I could do them. If I woke up in time.”

      Emily rolled her eyes. “Yeah, well, if I had a brother, he’d like cheese.”

      “What?”

      “Never mind. Just help me up.”

      Hope jumped up sprightly, then held her hand out. Emily grabbed it, much as she had grabbed Scott’s hand two days ago.

      “I saw him, you know,” Emily said.

      “Pardon?”

      “I said, I saw him.”

      “Him who?”

      Emily sighed. “Scott Dillon. Remember him? The point of all this torture?”

      “Oh, him. You’re kidding. How? Where? What did he say?”

      “I have to go shower.”

      “Oh, no. You’re not leaving. You’re coming with me. We’re doing two laps around the track before we finish.”

      “What do you mean, we? I’m not doing any such thing.”

      Hope grabbed her by the T-shirt and pulled her toward the high school track. There were quite a few people jogging already, even though it was only just past six in the morning, on a Saturday no less. Some teachers, but mostly students circled the infield, almost every one of them looking tan and fit and wonderful in their little teeny shorts. Not her. No one laid eyes on her thighs. Ever.

      She started jogging, if you could call it that. It was more a lumbering walk, actually. But Hope let go of her shirt, so that was something.

      “So, tell me. Damn, girl, you sure do know how to build the suspense.”

      “It wasn’t pretty, Hope.”

      “Huh?”

      “I was flat on my butt in the middle of the hallway outside my classroom.”

      Hope stopped. Emily jogged past her. Slowly.

      “Oh, no.”

      “Oh, yes.”

      “Why were you on the floor?”

      “Doing yoga.” She was too tired for sarcasm. After gulping a few breaths, she slowed her pace a wee bit. “Some kid, and I think it might have been Tommy Wells, crashed into me, and I fell.”

      “And?”

      “And Scott helped me up.”

      “Was it incredible? Did your eyes meet and—”

      “It was humiliating. I looked like death warmed over and he didn’t blink an eye.”

      “He didn’t remember you?”

      “Yes, he did. But it was nothing. A big fat zero.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “I was there.”

      “Oh.”

      They jogged in silence for a while. Emily might have said more, but her lungs were preoccupied with trying to save her life.

      “I bet there was more. You probably just didn’t see it.”

      “There was no more.”

      “I don’t believe it.”

      Emily didn’t argue with her. But she did move to the right as she heard an approaching runner. She also wiped the sweat from her eyes and pulled up her sagging sweats.

      “Hey!” the runner said as he got to her side.

      Oh, God.

      “Emily! I didn’t know you ran.”

      She smiled at Scott, who looked like he should have been on a box of Wheaties with his perfect chest and windswept hair. She thought about her own hair, elegantly swathed in a decrepit sweatband, with just a few insouciant tendrils plastered against her cheek. About the shirt she had so carefully chosen this morning, emblazoned with Bart Simpson shouting “Don’t Have a Cow!”

      “Hey, Scott,” Hope said, looking far too pretty.

      “Hope? Oh, man, this is old home week. You’re still here, too?”

      “I ask myself why every morning, but yes, I’m still here.

      He laughed as he slowed down to meet Emily’s pace, and try as she might she couldn’t improve it. It was probably better to go slow than to actually have a heart attack at the next quarter-mile. On the other hand…

      “So what about that cup of coffee we talked about the other day?” he asked.

      She nodded, not sure if she could continue to jog and speak at the same time.

      “Great. How about tomorrow. You don’t work on Sunday, do you?”

      She shook her head this time.

      “I’ll have to,” he said, “but I can take a break around four if that works for you.”

      Again she nodded. This time throwing in a smile.

      “Great. I’ll call you. You’re in the book?”

      More nodding.

      “Okay, then.” He turned to Hope. “Great seeing you again.”

      “Yeah,” she said, her voice as even as his. “Nice to have you back.”

      “Have a good run,” he said, then he put on some speed, leaving her and Hope in the dust.

      At least he gave Emily something terrific to look at as he raced away. She kept moving her legs, swinging her arms, all the while looking for an escape plan. At the next curve in the track, she headed for the girls’ locker room, and she didn’t stop until she was safely inside.

      She made her way to a bench and collapsed, her lungs burning like fire, her legs like Jell-O, her face so hot she could fry an egg on her forehead.

      The door slammed and Hope found her still gasping for breath.

      “Oh, my God!” she СКАЧАТЬ