explain?” “Okay, so I told him I didn’t get help from my friend when I had. He found out. That one time I lied really pissed him off. Ever since then if I even look at anyone in class, he gets on my case.” “Maybe that’s because he sees your potential and doesn’t want you to waste it.” He rolled his eyes. “I’m not good.” “Really? What grade do you have?” “I have a B.” There was nothing wrong with that grade. “Do you put a lot of effort into the class?” “No. I hate Mr. Crisnor and I hate math.” She leaned back. “Tell you what. For one week, I want you to work your hardest. Take notes, ask questions, and don’t get distracted in class.” He sucked in his bottom lip as if he was trying to figure out her angle. “And if I do?” “I’m positive Mr. Crisnor’s attitude will change completely.” He shook his head. “What if he still gets on my case?” “Then I will speak with him and reason with him.” Tenlor’s eyes widened. “You’d do that for me?” “You bet.” He grinned and pushed back his chair. “Thanks, Ms. Madra.” “You’re welcome.” As soon as he left, her smile claimed her. She could tell he really hadn’t needed any history help but wanted to talk about something else. It felt good to offer him assistance. Now she really had to get out of there. It was time to run her errands, since she hadn’t gotten the chance to shop yesterday. She needed to pick up some fruit and vegetables from the market before heading home. She smiled as she thought about the great dinner Larek had prepared and how much she wished she was a better cook. It would have been nice to be able to pay them back with a good meal. She was halfway to the fruit stand when Rein shouted and jogged over to her. She must have just closed up shop. She hadn’t seen her friend since the night the men arrived. “Hey.” “You didn’t return my call. I was so worried after I heard about the skirmish in the bar.” Rein grabbed her hand and led her over to a bench under a tree. At this hour, most people were on the tram on their way home, and the mall thankfully wasn’t very crowded. “I didn’t get the message.” Or hadn’t she taken the time to check? With having the most amazing sexual experience in her life then preparing for class the next day, maybe her mind hadn’t been as focused as it should have been. Rein’s brows rose. “You’re probably under too much stress. Tell me what happened.” She blew out a breath. “I’ve replayed the scene in my mind a hundred times, but I’m still not sure of all the facts. I’d just met Brin and Larek at the bar and was coming back from the bathroom when the two parents who complained to my boss about my teaching just happened to stop me. One grabbed my arm and wouldn’t let go.” Rein grimaced. “That’s a coincidence that they’d be there when you were, don’t you think?” “Maybe, but I don’t see how they could have found out. You were the only one to overhear the men asking me to lunch. Besides, the bar does cater to the more rowdy crowd.” “You’re probably right.” Rein waved a hand. “Then what?” She described how Brin had come flying out of nowhere and demanded they leave her alone. “After it became clear Clarin’s dad wasn’t going to back down, both men shifted. Everything after that was a blur. Larek shouted for me to run. They didn’t have to tell me twice. I raced outside, and all I could think of was that Brin and Larek might need help, so I called Lara.” “That was smart. Her two husbands could defeat half a dozen lions.” That was probably true. “Both of them were fortunately home, and they literally raced over there.” She inhaled. “By the time they arrived, Brin and Larek had defeated the men.” “I heard Brin was pretty messed up.” “He was, but he healed fast. It was Clarin’s dad who ended up with a broken leg.” Rein winced. “You did follow Larek and