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    B Y HER THIRD period class, Paige had almost driven thoughts of Zeke’s dark, mesmerizing disturbing eyes from her mind. Almost.
    Dismissing the lingering sound of his deep, husky voice proved almost as difficult. She kept imagining him repeating her name in the throes of passion, while she gently erased the turmoil from his eyes with hot sultry kisses.
    â€œGreat project,” Jan Roberts said, interrupting her thoughts.
    â€œI like yours, too,” Paige said, admiring the young girl’s unusual design. She’d used denim fabric to create a bikini with a cover-up of sheer lace.
    â€œI hope we get our grades back soon,” Jan said as they left the classroom and headed outside. “When we see the things Professor Davidson likes about these projects, I’ll have a better idea how to approach the final.”
    â€œYou’re right,” Paige said, although she already had sketches of ideas floating through her mind.
    Jan flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder, her sun-bronzed skin glimmering in the morning sunlight. “Hey, I’m meeting some of the guys for happy hour this afternoon at the pub by Arty’s Antiques. Want to hang out with us?”
    Paige glimpsed the two guys Jan pointed to across the landing. The tall muscular guy with brown hair looked cute in a boyish way, and the striking blonde wearing a Braves baseball cap winked at her. The year she’d taken off to save money for school and help Eric with Joey might have been ten. Both guys seemed too young for her.
    â€œI can’t,” Paige said, wishing she’d meet a single, childless man who lit her fuse the way Zeke did. For now though, she had a tea to attend.
    â€œAre you sure you don’t want to come?” Jan asked.
    â€œNo, but thanks anyway. I’ll see you Monday.” She quickly crossed the grassy quadrangle, passed the student center where dozens of students lounged around on blankets and picnic benches enjoying the beautiful spring sunshine, then raced to her car. Sliding the key in her ancient VW Bug, she puttered out of the parking lot and drove toward the day care, rolling down her window to enjoy the sweet scents of blooming pansies and freshly cut grass as she neared the suburbs. Mothers pushed their babies in strollers, while joggers, and small kids riding bikes filled the sidewalks.
    Paige spotted the day care and her palms began to sweat. As a child, she’d cried when her mother had left her in day care because the rooms were dark and dreary and crowded. She quickly parked and ambled up the sidewalk, smoothing down her black denim skirt and making sure her hair was neatly secure in the combs at the nape of her neck. She’d chosen a sleeveless, lightweight lavender sweater, hoping to create a stylish impression, but also wanting something classy enough for a mommy tea. She wanted the girls to be proud they’d invited her. Or was she trying to impress Zeke, she wondered, disturbed at the thought.
    When she opened the door, the sounds of children’s voices and laughter spilled out, greeting her with warmth. Bright walls painted in blues and reds and oranges and greens took her by surprise. The day care had changed drastically since she’d been small. Or had she only remembered it as dreary because she’d wanted to stay home with her mother?
    Hmm. She ventured inside and noticed several adults already gathering in the foyer. A poster with a child hugging a big brown teddy bear drew her eye and she relaxed.
    â€œHi, I’m the director, Vanessa Ann Whitfield.” A tall, attractive woman with creamy dark skin ushered them into a large open area where Paige noticed child-size furniture, posters and letters of the alphabet decorating several doors, and children’s artwork displayed on bright bulletin boards. Tables had been draped in pastel-colored paper tablecloths, and punch bowls filled with red punch and pitchers of tea had