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students, and you failed to keep that promise.”
    She sucked in a quick breath. “Those boys aren’t my students. They’re too young for our program.”
    “It’s still your responsibility to keep an eye on them.”
    “We sent them to the bathroom. I had no idea they’d get distracted on the way.”
    “The water fight started after they ran screaming down the hall. I can’t believe you didn’t hear them.”
    “My door was shut!”
    “Oh, well, that explains it.” He huffed. “Maybe you should’ve kept it open so you could hear what’s going on.”
    “Look, I never promised every child who enters the building would never speak above a whisper!”
    He leaned toward her, his intensity matching hers. “And I never said I expected silence. I just asked you to keep your kids under control and not tear the building apart!”
    She clenched her jaw. “All right. I get the point.”
    “Good. Because if this is going to work, you’ve got to do a better job overseeing your kids.”
    His words cut through her like a knife. “A better job?”
    “Yes. Be in charge. Supervise what’s going on. Take your promise seriously.”
    Her mouth dropped open. Of all the rude, pompous things to say! How could he make such sweeping judgments about her based on one small incident. A flaming rebuttal rose in her throat, but there was too much at risk to blurt it out now, no matter how unfair his words were. She grabbed her purse off the desk. “I…I can’t talk about this right now.”
    Without looking back, she rushed out the door. But she couldn’t run away from the memory of his brooding scowl.
     
    The gray, wind-whipped waters of Bellingham Bay came into view as Rachel traveled west on Taylor Avenue. Dancing whitecaps ruffled the surface of the harbor, and threatening clouds rose in the west. The rain hadn’t started yet, but a storm seemed only moments away.
    Rachel scanned the sky, certain the weather was a perfectreflection of her life. A downpour of trouble was due to dump on her at any moment, and no umbrella was going to keep her from being soaked this time.
    Why had she ever promised Cam she would keep her kids quiet and never disturb anyone? Who was she kidding? Keeping two rambunctious boys under control for ten minutes had proven impossible. What was she going to do when all fifty kids showed up for summer drama camp? Had she locked herself into an impossible situation that was doomed for failure? Would she end up losing her lease at the Arts Center before summer camp even began?
    Straightening her shoulders, she pulled in a calming breath. Whatever it took, she had to find a way to make this work. There was no other option.
    She rolled to a stop at the corner and tapped on the steering wheel as she waited to make a left turn. Perhaps things weren’t really as bleak as they seemed. Not all of her co-op partners were so difficult to please…just a certain frame shop owner who needed to lighten up and learn how to take things in stride.
    Kids made noise! Their energy, laughter and goofy antics were going to disrupt the peaceful ambience of the Arts Center. Their music and dancing might even shake the walls of that old building, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. He just needed to adjust his expectations.
    She parked near the Taylor Avenue dock and climbed out of the car. Perhaps a stroll on the South Bay Trail would clear her head and give her a chance to pray through everything.
    A wave of conviction washed over her, slowing her racing thoughts. It was past time she consulted the One who knew how to resolve this situation rather than plowing ahead under her own steam and running straight into more trouble.
    A cool, salt-tinged wind blew the hair away from her face as she trudged toward the dock and path that rannorth through Boulevard Park up the South Bay Trail from Fairhaven to Bellingham proper.
    Gulls hung on the breeze circling the sailboats anchored in the harbor. One lone walker in purple capri