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Something even stupider than having a drunken one night stand with my tenant - repeating said one night stand.
"I should go talk to Gram," I said.
"Okay. I'll see you around," Adam said as he walked backwards toward the garage. When he reached his door, he gave a wave and ducked inside his apartment.
Gram was right where I had left her at the kitchen table. For the first time ever she looked every bit of her seventy-one years. God, was she really seventy-one? Forcing a smile onto my face for her sake, I sat down beside her.
"Gram, I think it's a really great idea. I'm sorry I had a spoiled brat moment before, but you really do deserve this."
Gram smiled and hugged me. "Thank you, Brooke. You know you'll never really be alone."
"I know," I murmured. I didn't really believe that, but I was going to learn to love being on my own if it killed me.
Later that night I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water before I went to bed. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that Adam's lights were still on. I wanted so badly to cross the driveway, climb the stairs and knock on his door. Instead I went up to my bedroom and listened to the sounds of Gram taking her nightly shower. Sounds I wouldn't be hearing for much longer.
Chapter Eight
Adam
I looked up from my computer at the knock on my already open door. I had told Louise several times over the last two weeks that she didn't have to knock , especially when my door was open, but she insisted on maintaining an overly professional relationship.
"Yes, Louise?"
She always managed to look down her long pointed nose at me. "Your five o'clock appointment is here. And you've had another cookie delivery," she said with barely concealed disdain.
"Thank you, Louise," I said pleasantly. "Can you put the cookies in the staff lounge with the others?"
Apparently the way to welcome a new principal to the school was to try to put him into a sugar coma. No less than nine different moms had dropped off cookies for me this week, and it was only Tuesday.
Louise huffed out an annoyed breath and stalked off in the direction of the lounge. I finished the e-mail I had been composing and hit Send. Then I went into the lobby to introduce myself to Caitlyn Morris' mother. She had requested a conference with me, though I had no idea why. From my preliminary research, Caitlyn was doing well in school and hadn't had any behavior issues.
"Mrs. Morris? I'm Adam Branigan," I said, holding out my hand to the scantily clad woman in front of me.
She placed her hand in mine and smiled brightly at me. "It's Ms. Morris. I'm divorced - have been for two years now. And please, call me Missy."
"Oh, okay. Missy, come on back to my office and we'll talk about Caitlyn." I gestured for her to walk ahead of me.
There was a small table and chairs in the corner of my office, and I preferred to use that for conferences. It made it more informal than when I sat behind my desk. I didn't want the parents to feel like they had been called to the principal's office.
Missy Morris sat and crossed her legs, causing her already short skirt to shift indecently high. Keeping my eyes on her face, I cleared my throat.
"So, Missy, tell me what your concerns are with Caitlyn's education."
Missy leaned forward, which caused her boobs to nearly pop out over her low cut top. "You see, Adam, Caitlyn's father isn't around much. Since we've been divorced, I've had full custody. He flakes out on his scheduled visitation most of the time. I'm worried that Caitlyn doesn't have a strong male figure in her life."
She reached out and placed her hand on my knee. The meeting suddenly moved from unnecessary to uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, which served to dislodge her hand from my leg. Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my ankle over my opposite knee, hoping to prevent any more knee touching.
"Recent studies have shown that having one involved
"I should go talk to Gram," I said.
"Okay. I'll see you around," Adam said as he walked backwards toward the garage. When he reached his door, he gave a wave and ducked inside his apartment.
Gram was right where I had left her at the kitchen table. For the first time ever she looked every bit of her seventy-one years. God, was she really seventy-one? Forcing a smile onto my face for her sake, I sat down beside her.
"Gram, I think it's a really great idea. I'm sorry I had a spoiled brat moment before, but you really do deserve this."
Gram smiled and hugged me. "Thank you, Brooke. You know you'll never really be alone."
"I know," I murmured. I didn't really believe that, but I was going to learn to love being on my own if it killed me.
Later that night I went down to the kitchen to get a glass of water before I went to bed. Looking out the kitchen window, I saw that Adam's lights were still on. I wanted so badly to cross the driveway, climb the stairs and knock on his door. Instead I went up to my bedroom and listened to the sounds of Gram taking her nightly shower. Sounds I wouldn't be hearing for much longer.
Chapter Eight
Adam
I looked up from my computer at the knock on my already open door. I had told Louise several times over the last two weeks that she didn't have to knock , especially when my door was open, but she insisted on maintaining an overly professional relationship.
"Yes, Louise?"
She always managed to look down her long pointed nose at me. "Your five o'clock appointment is here. And you've had another cookie delivery," she said with barely concealed disdain.
"Thank you, Louise," I said pleasantly. "Can you put the cookies in the staff lounge with the others?"
Apparently the way to welcome a new principal to the school was to try to put him into a sugar coma. No less than nine different moms had dropped off cookies for me this week, and it was only Tuesday.
Louise huffed out an annoyed breath and stalked off in the direction of the lounge. I finished the e-mail I had been composing and hit Send. Then I went into the lobby to introduce myself to Caitlyn Morris' mother. She had requested a conference with me, though I had no idea why. From my preliminary research, Caitlyn was doing well in school and hadn't had any behavior issues.
"Mrs. Morris? I'm Adam Branigan," I said, holding out my hand to the scantily clad woman in front of me.
She placed her hand in mine and smiled brightly at me. "It's Ms. Morris. I'm divorced - have been for two years now. And please, call me Missy."
"Oh, okay. Missy, come on back to my office and we'll talk about Caitlyn." I gestured for her to walk ahead of me.
There was a small table and chairs in the corner of my office, and I preferred to use that for conferences. It made it more informal than when I sat behind my desk. I didn't want the parents to feel like they had been called to the principal's office.
Missy Morris sat and crossed her legs, causing her already short skirt to shift indecently high. Keeping my eyes on her face, I cleared my throat.
"So, Missy, tell me what your concerns are with Caitlyn's education."
Missy leaned forward, which caused her boobs to nearly pop out over her low cut top. "You see, Adam, Caitlyn's father isn't around much. Since we've been divorced, I've had full custody. He flakes out on his scheduled visitation most of the time. I'm worried that Caitlyn doesn't have a strong male figure in her life."
She reached out and placed her hand on my knee. The meeting suddenly moved from unnecessary to uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, which served to dislodge her hand from my leg. Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my ankle over my opposite knee, hoping to prevent any more knee touching.
"Recent studies have shown that having one involved
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