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Authors: SJ McCoy
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She managed to take her place in the middle just before he opened the door and came through. He was holding the towel around his waist with two fingers, about to whip it away with a flourish by the looks of him
“How long do you want me to keep this on for? I…?”
Oh, how she wished she had a camera! The look on his face was priceless as he stared around at the semicircle of ladies facing him, all of them smiling around their easels at him.
“You take it off whenever you’re ready,” said his mom. “I’ve seen it all before anyway.”
Cassidy couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the way both his hands now gripped the towel desperately, clinging to it—and his dignity.
She met his gaze. “Keep it for as long as you need it, Shane. We want you to feel totally comfortable before we begin.” His eyes were narrow as he stared back at her. She was grateful for the presence of her seniors’ art class. He looked as though he’d throttle her if he could. She pointed toward the chair she had set up on a platform. “Get yourself settled, and when you’re ready, you can lose the towel.”
He stared at her for a long moment. She was convinced he was about to turn around and storm out. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. It was only what she’d expect. To her surprise, a big grin spread across his face and he saluted her. “Whatever you say, Cassidy. That was the deal, right?” He turned and climbed up onto the chair. He shook his head at her with a rueful smile. “I’m at your mercy.” Wow! She smiled at him. He was a much better sport than she’d given him credit for.
“Lose the towel already!” called one of the ladies.
Cassidy laughed out loud at the sight of Mrs. Dearborn, one of the most venerable townswomen, literally licking her lips. She picked up a brush and tapped rhythmically on her easel as she called, “Lose. The. Towel.”
The other ladies laughed and joined her, the chant rising to a crescendo when Shane stood and smiled at them all. “This towel?” he asked.
The ladies cheered and wolf whistled. “Lose. The. Towel!”
Cassidy caught Monique Remington’s eye. She’d talked to her yesterday about this, and Monique had happily gone along with it. She didn’t have a problem and had assured Cassidy that Shane would survive. She winked at Cassidy now with a smile and a nod. Apparently she knew her son well. He’d turned around and was wiggling his butt behind the towel, working the crowd like a professional. Cassidy had to laugh when he turned back around and caught her eye.
He held her gaze as he raised a hand to the ladies. “Okay, playtime’s over. Teacher says we need to get to work now.” He sat down and waited while the ladies quieted, then slowly let the towel fall to the floor.
It took Cassidy everything she had not to lick her own lips at the sight of him. He smiled and winked at her. She smiled back and saluted him. She had to show her respect for the way he’d played it. She hadn’t beaten him at all; he’d stepped up to the challenge.
“I think,” he said, “that we’re going to get this life drawing class going here in a minute or two—once teacher has had a chance to pull herself together.”
She pursed her lips at him. “That’s right, ladies. Tonight is our chance to put into practice everything we’ve learned over the last few weeks. I’d like to thank Shane for being so gracious in helping us.”
The ladies all chattered and chuckled. “I’ll be happy to give him a hand,” called Edna Jenkins from the end of the row. That had them all howling with laughter, even Monique.
“Mom!” laughed Shane. “How can you let them do this to me?”
Monique shrugged and chuckled. “You’re a big boy, Shane. You can stand up for yourself.”
“A very big boy!” called one lady, setting them all off again.
He turned a mock pleading gaze on Cassidy. “Will you protect me from them?”
She nodded. “I’ll call them to order. We need to get the
She managed to take her place in the middle just before he opened the door and came through. He was holding the towel around his waist with two fingers, about to whip it away with a flourish by the looks of him
“How long do you want me to keep this on for? I…?”
Oh, how she wished she had a camera! The look on his face was priceless as he stared around at the semicircle of ladies facing him, all of them smiling around their easels at him.
“You take it off whenever you’re ready,” said his mom. “I’ve seen it all before anyway.”
Cassidy couldn’t hold back a chuckle at the way both his hands now gripped the towel desperately, clinging to it—and his dignity.
She met his gaze. “Keep it for as long as you need it, Shane. We want you to feel totally comfortable before we begin.” His eyes were narrow as he stared back at her. She was grateful for the presence of her seniors’ art class. He looked as though he’d throttle her if he could. She pointed toward the chair she had set up on a platform. “Get yourself settled, and when you’re ready, you can lose the towel.”
He stared at her for a long moment. She was convinced he was about to turn around and storm out. She raised an eyebrow in challenge. It was only what she’d expect. To her surprise, a big grin spread across his face and he saluted her. “Whatever you say, Cassidy. That was the deal, right?” He turned and climbed up onto the chair. He shook his head at her with a rueful smile. “I’m at your mercy.” Wow! She smiled at him. He was a much better sport than she’d given him credit for.
“Lose the towel already!” called one of the ladies.
Cassidy laughed out loud at the sight of Mrs. Dearborn, one of the most venerable townswomen, literally licking her lips. She picked up a brush and tapped rhythmically on her easel as she called, “Lose. The. Towel.”
The other ladies laughed and joined her, the chant rising to a crescendo when Shane stood and smiled at them all. “This towel?” he asked.
The ladies cheered and wolf whistled. “Lose. The. Towel!”
Cassidy caught Monique Remington’s eye. She’d talked to her yesterday about this, and Monique had happily gone along with it. She didn’t have a problem and had assured Cassidy that Shane would survive. She winked at Cassidy now with a smile and a nod. Apparently she knew her son well. He’d turned around and was wiggling his butt behind the towel, working the crowd like a professional. Cassidy had to laugh when he turned back around and caught her eye.
He held her gaze as he raised a hand to the ladies. “Okay, playtime’s over. Teacher says we need to get to work now.” He sat down and waited while the ladies quieted, then slowly let the towel fall to the floor.
It took Cassidy everything she had not to lick her own lips at the sight of him. He smiled and winked at her. She smiled back and saluted him. She had to show her respect for the way he’d played it. She hadn’t beaten him at all; he’d stepped up to the challenge.
“I think,” he said, “that we’re going to get this life drawing class going here in a minute or two—once teacher has had a chance to pull herself together.”
She pursed her lips at him. “That’s right, ladies. Tonight is our chance to put into practice everything we’ve learned over the last few weeks. I’d like to thank Shane for being so gracious in helping us.”
The ladies all chattered and chuckled. “I’ll be happy to give him a hand,” called Edna Jenkins from the end of the row. That had them all howling with laughter, even Monique.
“Mom!” laughed Shane. “How can you let them do this to me?”
Monique shrugged and chuckled. “You’re a big boy, Shane. You can stand up for yourself.”
“A very big boy!” called one lady, setting them all off again.
He turned a mock pleading gaze on Cassidy. “Will you protect me from them?”
She nodded. “I’ll call them to order. We need to get the
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