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dared not. If Shane, or even Celia, knew that Shane’s presence in that house held any significance for her, which, Lord knew, it did not, she could never explain it. She really didn’t care if Shane Rydell was off screwing half the population of River’s End. It didn’t make any difference to her. Maybe the reason was because Shane was doing her neighbor. She was a witness to it and that really did make her uncomfortable. Not only with Jett, but also Celia, and for completely different reasons.
There was no denying Shane was an incredibly attractive man. Although huge and intimidating, he was tatted out and had long hair and rode a Harley. He just screamed mistake . And bad boy . What woman couldn’t find the scenario he presented kind of interesting? It was impossible not to wonder about him.
Why did he always talk to her? She couldn’t find a rational answer. She wasn’t his type, not even for a friend. She pretty severely told him, and in not-so-nice words what she thought of the things he did, as well as the type of man he was in her eyes. Yet, he still came over; was it to specifically hang out with her? It was odd. And strange and surprising. His big arms looked like they could burst the seams on the sleeves of his gray, cotton t-shirt. His hair was again coming out from the elastic at the nape of his neck. Celia’s doing? Most likely . It quite surprised Allison when she squirmed in annoyance while trying to picture just how Celia probably managed to do that.
She finished her wine and scurried inside, hoping she did so without being obvious. She heard Shane’s motorcycle roar before taking off. Strange how her heart dipped just slightly and a small crumb of disappointment crossed her mind. Oh, he’s gone. Too bad. Then she shook her head and rinsed her glass before placing it in the dishwasher. No. Never. Not in this lifetime.
She had enough disappointments in her life to last her for another few decades. She didn’t need to go looking for anymore.
Chapter Four
IT KEPT HAPPENING. SHE kept seeing Shane during the weekdays, always after he pleasured Celia, for that’s as far as she could tolerate his presence, considering what he was doing there. He always came out to join her at some point. She congratulated herself on not doing anything that might be considered out of the ordinary. She had always enjoyed a glass of wine on her deck since she started teaching. The weather didn’t matter to her. She even bundled up in the dead of winter and sometimes drank hot coffee or hot cider, but still relaxed for a half hour or so. The fresh air always revitalized her and helped her get some of the cobwebs out. Then she went inside to work on papers, or ideas to improve the teaching methods to match the new curriculum, which she was still diligently working on. Her review was over and now she was finishing her report. She expected to be done at the end of this year. That would demote her to just being an ordinary teacher, unless they offered her a permanent position doing something in administration. Sometimes she wished for that. Other times, not so much.
She came there only because she was so desperate to get out of Tacoma where she had lived all her life until then. Anything would have been a good enough reason for her to leave. Anything. It did not matter who made the offer. She replied to a dozen job postings located all over the state, and in Idaho and Oregon. She wasn’t picky. She just needed to get out. To move away from Tacoma and start completely over before she lost her freaking mind. That was just over three years ago now.
Now what? That thought sat heavily on her brain as it had been doing all winter. Now what could she do? What could she focus on that would keep her busy and absorb all her energy? What could provide her with purpose and meaning and challenge? But most of all, what could she do that would allow her to escape the mediocrity of her life? What else could
There was no denying Shane was an incredibly attractive man. Although huge and intimidating, he was tatted out and had long hair and rode a Harley. He just screamed mistake . And bad boy . What woman couldn’t find the scenario he presented kind of interesting? It was impossible not to wonder about him.
Why did he always talk to her? She couldn’t find a rational answer. She wasn’t his type, not even for a friend. She pretty severely told him, and in not-so-nice words what she thought of the things he did, as well as the type of man he was in her eyes. Yet, he still came over; was it to specifically hang out with her? It was odd. And strange and surprising. His big arms looked like they could burst the seams on the sleeves of his gray, cotton t-shirt. His hair was again coming out from the elastic at the nape of his neck. Celia’s doing? Most likely . It quite surprised Allison when she squirmed in annoyance while trying to picture just how Celia probably managed to do that.
She finished her wine and scurried inside, hoping she did so without being obvious. She heard Shane’s motorcycle roar before taking off. Strange how her heart dipped just slightly and a small crumb of disappointment crossed her mind. Oh, he’s gone. Too bad. Then she shook her head and rinsed her glass before placing it in the dishwasher. No. Never. Not in this lifetime.
She had enough disappointments in her life to last her for another few decades. She didn’t need to go looking for anymore.
Chapter Four
IT KEPT HAPPENING. SHE kept seeing Shane during the weekdays, always after he pleasured Celia, for that’s as far as she could tolerate his presence, considering what he was doing there. He always came out to join her at some point. She congratulated herself on not doing anything that might be considered out of the ordinary. She had always enjoyed a glass of wine on her deck since she started teaching. The weather didn’t matter to her. She even bundled up in the dead of winter and sometimes drank hot coffee or hot cider, but still relaxed for a half hour or so. The fresh air always revitalized her and helped her get some of the cobwebs out. Then she went inside to work on papers, or ideas to improve the teaching methods to match the new curriculum, which she was still diligently working on. Her review was over and now she was finishing her report. She expected to be done at the end of this year. That would demote her to just being an ordinary teacher, unless they offered her a permanent position doing something in administration. Sometimes she wished for that. Other times, not so much.
She came there only because she was so desperate to get out of Tacoma where she had lived all her life until then. Anything would have been a good enough reason for her to leave. Anything. It did not matter who made the offer. She replied to a dozen job postings located all over the state, and in Idaho and Oregon. She wasn’t picky. She just needed to get out. To move away from Tacoma and start completely over before she lost her freaking mind. That was just over three years ago now.
Now what? That thought sat heavily on her brain as it had been doing all winter. Now what could she do? What could she focus on that would keep her busy and absorb all her energy? What could provide her with purpose and meaning and challenge? But most of all, what could she do that would allow her to escape the mediocrity of her life? What else could
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