Winning the Teacher's Heart. Jean C. Gordon

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      “Winter is something I’m going to have to get used to again,” he said.

      Becca’s mouth went dry. That sounded as if Jared intended to stay in Paradox Lake for a while. Not that she cared. She’d barely known Jared before he’d left here as a teen. She certainly didn’t know the man who’d filled the doorway when she’d first arrived. She looked over her shoulder at the creak of the door opening.

      “Here it is. I got it.” Brendon waved his magazine at her as he raced across the room. “And Mom’s pen from the car.”

      “Let’s see what you have there,” Jared said.

      Her heart warmed when he squatted down to her son’s level. She didn’t know or care whether the interest on his face was real or feigned. Brendon’s father gave him so little of the quality attention her son needed and wanted. Jared’s attention would make her son’s day.

      “That’s one of my favorite magazines. The writers stick to the important stuff, the real motocross news.”

      The edge she caught in his voice made her think of a derogatory comment the kids’ grandfather had made about Jared’s offtrack life being splashed on the front of another magazine he’d seen at the store.

      Brendon leafed through the magazine. “Here.” The nine-year-old tapped the page several time. “This is you.”

      “So it is,” Jared agreed with a smile.

      “Sign here on your motorcycle.” Brendon gave the page another stab.

      Jared signed with a flourish, hamming it up for her son’s benefit.

      “Mommy!” Ari pulled her attention from Jared and Brendon still bent over the magazine, Jared’s dark hair a sharp contrast to her son’s fair hair. “Can I go get my storybook from the car so the man can sign it, too?”

      “The man is Mr. Donnelly.”

      “Jared.” He raised his head, his deep blue eyes challenging her to object.

      “Can I have Mr. Donnelly sign my book?”

      Good girl. She could always count on Ari to do as she was told. Becca caught the sparkle in Jared’s eyes. Maybe too much so. She reminded Becca so much of herself at Ari’s age when her parents had separated temporarily after their third child had been stillborn. The uncertain feelings, wanting to do everything right so Daddy wouldn’t leave, too, and Mommy would come back.

      Jared rose and flexed his knees. “You don’t want me scribbling in your book.”

      Ari’s face crinkled.

      “I have a better idea. You and your mommy go get the book and I’ll read it to you. I used to read to my little brother all the time when our mom worked nights,” Jared added as if to explain his offer.

      Becca swallowed the protest she’d been about to make about keeping him and his grandmother from their lunch. She hadn’t known his mother worked nights, only the town gossip about his father’s partying. Jared was the oldest. He must have watched his brothers for her.

      “You two go and get the book,” Jared said. “I’ll tell Gram to hold lunch for a few minutes.”

      “Thanks,” Becca mouthed over Ari’s head before they walked out to the car.

      Jared and Brendon were on the couch looking at the motocross magazine when they returned. Jared patted the seat beside him and Ari looked up at her for an okay. Her chest tightened as she nodded. Ari scrambled over and plopped her book on top of the magazine.

      Becca hung back, feeling as out of place as she had in high school when she hadn’t been insulated by her small circle of friends. She shook it off. She’d been a cheerleader, an honor student, part of the popular group at school. She’d worked hard to never show how shy she really was. Now, she was a tenured high school teacher, mother, homeowner. What was it about Jared Donnelly that put her off-kilter?

      “Becca.” Mrs. Stowe motioned her from the kitchen doorway. “Come out to the garden with me while Jared’s reading. I planted far too much lettuce and spinach as usual. Pick some to take home with you.” The older woman handed her a basket in the back hall behind the kitchen and led the way to the large garden.

      “Take as much as you want. Harry is tired of salads. My kids have their own gardens, and my only grandkids who are still around here are Jared’s brothers. They aren’t vegetable fans. I hate to see good food go to waste.”

      “Since you put it that way.” Becca filled the basket.

      When they got back inside, Jared was just closing the book.

      “Mommy, Mr...Jared—” Ari said, looking up at him with a sheen in her eyes that could only be described as adoration “—read the story twice because you were taking so long. But that’s okay. It’s a good story and he’s a good reader.”

      Brendon rolled his eyes and the three adults laughed.

      “Get your book and thank Mr. Donnelly. We need to get going so he and Mrs. Stowe can have their lunch.”

      “Okay. Thanks for reading my story.”

      “Yeah, thanks.” Brendon tilted his rolled magazine toward Jared.

      “You’re both welcome.” Jared stood and walked out to the porch with them.

      The kids waved to him as she turned the car around, and she sensed his gaze on her as she pulled to the end of the driveway. She glanced back and he waved. Jared Donnelly had finally noticed her—at the absolutely worst time possible.

      * * *

      Jared took his time joining his grandmother in the kitchen. Becca’s kids had seemed to like him. But they were young and full of hero worship. He wasn’t anyone’s hero. He was simply very good at motocross racing, something he was going to use to help his hometown and show everyone he and his brothers weren’t cut from the same cloth as their father.

      “Everything’s ready,” his grandmother said as he sat at the kitchen table across from her.

      He picked up his sandwich.

      “Would you say grace?”

      “Sure.” He placed the sandwich back on the plate and blessed their food. “I got out of the practice on the circuit,” he apologized. “Even with the pit pastors as a reminder.”

      “Yes, I read the article on Team Faith you emailed me. I’m glad you had the fellowship of other Christians, especially with what you went through after your friend was killed.”

      “I knew you would be.” His out-of-control actions following his best friend and mentor’s death in a crash had made Jared wonder if he had more of his father in him than he cared to admit.

      “And I knew not to believe what I saw in the grocery store scandal sheets, even—or I should say, especially—when some people around here ate those stories up.”

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