Little Miss Matchmaker. Dana Corbit

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СКАЧАТЬ worry. It’s probably nothing,” Bill told him, showing the decency that made him a good leader.

      “Thanks.” Turning, Alex headed down the hall instead of up the stairs as he’d planned. Inside the lounge was a partitioned area where firefighters could make personal calls either on their cell phones or the pay phone.

      He dialed the number on the pay phone and waited, his heart pounding despite Bill’s assurances.

      “Grove Elementary School, how may I assist you?” said a voice so pleasant that the receptionist must have been smiling as she spoke.

      “May I speak to Miss Fraser, please?”

      “She’s in class right now. May I put you through to her voice mail?”

      Voice mail? Was she kidding? “No. I’m sorry, but I must speak to her right away.” He managed to keep the agitation out of his voice, but there was no way he would hang up until he made sure everything was okay with Chelsea.

      “But—” she began.

      Alex cut her off. “This is Alex Donovan, Chelsea White’s guardian. I’m returning Miss Fraser’s call.”

      “Oh. I see.”

      Soon another line was ringing. And ringing. A feminine voice answered on the sixth ring.

      “This is Miss Fraser.”

      “Hello. This is Alex Donovan.”

      “Oh, sorry it took me so long to get to the phone. We were outside conducting a diet soda and Mentos explosion experiment. It was so cool.”

      “Sounds like fun,” he said because she seemed to expect it.

      After a lengthy pause, she cleared her throat. “Thanks for returning my call. Yours came earlier than I expected.”

      He frowned at the phone. “Excuse me?”

      “I told the receptionist to have you call after three.”

      “After three?” Alex looked down at the pink sheet still clutched in his hand. Sure enough, it said to call after three.

      “Oh. Sorry.” He didn’t even bother to correct her that she’d spoken to the dispatcher at the station, not a receptionist. He’d made his own mistake by interrupting her class.

      “Not a problem. I just wanted to set up a time to meet with you. I’m concerned about Chelsea.”

      Strange, the teacher had just suggested a problem, and Alex was breathing a sigh of relief. Chelsea was okay, at least physically. Her teacher was worried about her, but then so was he.

      “How about after three this afternoon?”

      Her question brought him back into the conversation with a start.

      “Oh, yeah. That’s when you get out of school.”

      Suddenly, the background noise of boisterous kids came through the line. He must have filtered it out before while anxiously awaiting what she had to say. By now her students must have been hanging from the fluorescent lights and taking turns leaping from the teacher’s desk.

      “This afternoon will be great, if you’re not too busy. Sorry again for the interruption.”

      “It’s fine. Really.”

      Alex glanced at his watch as he stood up from the desk and hurried upstairs. He needed to get moving if he planned to shower before he visited Grove Elementary, and showering wasn’t optional unless he wanted to meet Chelsea’s teacher smelling like a campfire gone bad.

      So much for the long steamy shower he’d planned, to wash away his frustration from this morning along with the soot. He wasn’t forgetting that young family’s problems, but he and his relatives had some problems of their own right now. For his cousin Karla’s sake, he was going to find a way to help her daughter cope.

      Alex felt like a giant in a dollhouse as he walked through the halls of Grove Elementary School, passing low-set drinking fountains and artwork displayed far below his eye level. After a few wrong turns in the maze of hallways, he reached Room Twenty-three. A colorful display of artwork made from autumn leaves covered the partially closed door.

      Knocking, Alex popped his head inside, looking around for the teacher’s desk. Of course she wasn’t sitting at it. He was more than fifteen minutes late. He would probably have left, himself, if someone made him wait that long.

      But just as he started to back out of the room, the door to a storage closet behind the desk closed, revealing an auburn-haired beauty standing behind it. Her eyes were as blue as the buttoned sweater she wore with a simple black skirt.

      Alex knew he should look away—it was rude not to—but he just couldn’t pull his gaze away from the woman who stared back at him. She’d tried her best, but even in her prim schoolteacher outfit, she couldn’t hide her feminine curves.

      Okay, he’d had an unfair picture of what a third-grade teacher might look like. Pixie came to mind. Even matronly. He remembered plenty of teachers like that from his own school days. But captivating? He’d certainly never expected to find a woman who looked like that at Grove Elementary.

      A woman who just happened to be Chelsea’s teacher, he reminded himself when she cleared her throat and glanced down at the black toes of her shoes. Great, now Miss Fraser probably thought that he was some kind of creep.

      “Miss Fraser?” he asked in a voice that barely resembled his own.

      “Mr. Donovan?” But as if she’d answered her own question, she gestured toward her desk. “Come in. Have a seat. And please call me Dinah.”

      Funny, calling her by her first name sounded like a really bad idea when “Miss Fraser” or something even more distant like “Miss Chelsea’s Teacher” might be better.

      Still, he found himself nodding at her suggestion. “Call me Alex.”

      He gripped her hand—another mistake—and retreated to the other side of her desk, pulling up a too-short chair from one of the desks. The tingling in his fingers probably had nothing to do with the woman seated across from him and everything to do with the subject they were about to discuss. That she smiled then and left him distracted was beside the point. Dinah—make that Miss Fraser—was probably used to having that kind of effect on men.

      “Thank you for coming, especially on such short notice.”

      “It’s for Chelsea,” he said because it really was as simple as that.

      “Chelsea and Brandon are blessed to have you as their guardian.”

      Blessed was a strong word, but Alex thanked her, anyway.

      Settling back in her chair and crossing her arms, Dinah squinted her eyes as if deep in thought. “You’re Chelsea’s ‘Uncle Alex.’ Are you her mother’s brother or her father’s brother?”

      “Technically, Karla and I are cousins.” Not even that if they were СКАЧАТЬ