behind her with Samson at her side. Jules pulled her into an embrace and kissed her so gently, yet with so much emotion, that Gen didn't respond for a second. The kiss was like sinking into a warm bath and she threaded her fingers through Jules short, brown hair, as Jules pulled their bodies together. It was Jules who pulled back first. She opened Gen's driver's side door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"You're spoiling me, Jules."
Jules grinned. "Oh, I haven't started to do that yet, cher."
Gen ducked her head and smiled as she got into the car. Jules shut the door and backed away from the car, Samson whining for his new friend. "We'll see them again soon, Sam," Jules said as she scratched behind his ear, watching Gen pull away from the street. She went back inside with Samson, glanced at the stacks of papers on the dining table, and decided to leave them there for now. She crated Samson for the night, and headed to bed.
*~*~*
The morning passed quickly. Jules had been hoping for Gen to do another drive by at practice, but assumed it wouldn't happen. She watched her crew come into the boathouse and went up to the school. She walked into her classroom, cup of coffee in hand and saw coffee and beignets sitting on her desk, the coffee still steaming, with a note.
I didn't want to make you punish more of your crew, so I thought I'd do it this way, today. --G
Jules grinned and ate the beignets. She took out her phone and texted Gen a thank you. She finished grading some papers while she waited for her students to come in; she had a lecture-heavy day so she was trying to get as much done as she could so she wouldn't fall behind. The classes flew by because she was so busy, and she grinned when the lunch bell rang.
She walked over to the faculty lounge and saw Gen pulling out her frozen dinner. "Put that away," Jules said. "I brought you something much better."
Gen smiled as Jules handed her a quiche and salad setup just like she'd eaten the day before.
Both women sat down and began to eat their lunches.
Mike sat down with them almost immediately. "Just doing my part to help you out, JD. Don't want rumors to spread, and all," Mike said as she started eating his pizza.
"Thanks, Mike," Jules said dryly, rolling her eyes.
"Just remember to mention what a great guy I am to that girl you wanted to set me up with, and we are so much more than square."
Gen swallowed a bite of quiche, nodding at Jules at how good the meal was. "What girl is that?"
"Beth."
"Beth, your best friend from college?"
"Yup, that one." Jules turned to her friend. "Mikey, I was sort of kidding, about that, I mean, the only thing you have in common is that you both like to give me crap."
"It could work. I mean, how much do you and I have in common, Jules?" Gen fixed Jules with a pointed stare.
"And with that, I will call Beth and see what she thinks."
Mike laughed. "You are so whipped, JD."
"Happily," Jules replied as she opened her soda.
The lunch went on much as the one the previous day had gone. Part of Jules wanted to see if Gen was up for doing more research on the letter that night, but she didn't want to push things too far too fast.
The rest of the day passed quickly, a few brief texts back and forth with Gen, two more classes, and training with the team. Jules went out to row on the school's boats for a while to clear her head. She keyed up a song on her iPod nano and began to row the route her girls took every day.
As she rowed, she muttered to herself about the letter and the journal. "Find Evie, she will tell you what else you need to know. What the hell, Auntie? How can we find her and how can she tell us anything. She's dead, and she's been dead since 1940. You knew she was dead. Had your Alzheimer's already started when you wrote that stuff? She wrote the letter to me in 2006, so it hadn't yet. What was I doing then? It was two years after Athens, so I was in grad school. Why would you address the journal to me when I wasn't even in
"You're spoiling me, Jules."
Jules grinned. "Oh, I haven't started to do that yet, cher."
Gen ducked her head and smiled as she got into the car. Jules shut the door and backed away from the car, Samson whining for his new friend. "We'll see them again soon, Sam," Jules said as she scratched behind his ear, watching Gen pull away from the street. She went back inside with Samson, glanced at the stacks of papers on the dining table, and decided to leave them there for now. She crated Samson for the night, and headed to bed.
*~*~*
The morning passed quickly. Jules had been hoping for Gen to do another drive by at practice, but assumed it wouldn't happen. She watched her crew come into the boathouse and went up to the school. She walked into her classroom, cup of coffee in hand and saw coffee and beignets sitting on her desk, the coffee still steaming, with a note.
I didn't want to make you punish more of your crew, so I thought I'd do it this way, today. --G
Jules grinned and ate the beignets. She took out her phone and texted Gen a thank you. She finished grading some papers while she waited for her students to come in; she had a lecture-heavy day so she was trying to get as much done as she could so she wouldn't fall behind. The classes flew by because she was so busy, and she grinned when the lunch bell rang.
She walked over to the faculty lounge and saw Gen pulling out her frozen dinner. "Put that away," Jules said. "I brought you something much better."
Gen smiled as Jules handed her a quiche and salad setup just like she'd eaten the day before.
Both women sat down and began to eat their lunches.
Mike sat down with them almost immediately. "Just doing my part to help you out, JD. Don't want rumors to spread, and all," Mike said as she started eating his pizza.
"Thanks, Mike," Jules said dryly, rolling her eyes.
"Just remember to mention what a great guy I am to that girl you wanted to set me up with, and we are so much more than square."
Gen swallowed a bite of quiche, nodding at Jules at how good the meal was. "What girl is that?"
"Beth."
"Beth, your best friend from college?"
"Yup, that one." Jules turned to her friend. "Mikey, I was sort of kidding, about that, I mean, the only thing you have in common is that you both like to give me crap."
"It could work. I mean, how much do you and I have in common, Jules?" Gen fixed Jules with a pointed stare.
"And with that, I will call Beth and see what she thinks."
Mike laughed. "You are so whipped, JD."
"Happily," Jules replied as she opened her soda.
The lunch went on much as the one the previous day had gone. Part of Jules wanted to see if Gen was up for doing more research on the letter that night, but she didn't want to push things too far too fast.
The rest of the day passed quickly, a few brief texts back and forth with Gen, two more classes, and training with the team. Jules went out to row on the school's boats for a while to clear her head. She keyed up a song on her iPod nano and began to row the route her girls took every day.
As she rowed, she muttered to herself about the letter and the journal. "Find Evie, she will tell you what else you need to know. What the hell, Auntie? How can we find her and how can she tell us anything. She's dead, and she's been dead since 1940. You knew she was dead. Had your Alzheimer's already started when you wrote that stuff? She wrote the letter to me in 2006, so it hadn't yet. What was I doing then? It was two years after Athens, so I was in grad school. Why would you address the journal to me when I wasn't even in
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