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contrite expression and a dozen roses, I might just say yes. Even after all the pain he’s caused, a part of me still wants him.
    As if he knows I’ve answered the question, Dan asks, “Who you don’t want?”
    For some godforsaken reason, Tyler’s impish grin dances in my mind. I grimace. There’s no way in hell Tyler Mason is best for anyone, especially me.
    Dan chuckles. “Listen to what I say, pretty girl, and it’ll all come together.”
    Not likely. I shrug and take off toward class. For being omniscient with everyone else, he sure is off his game with me.
    “See you Monday,” I call over my shoulder.
    “Don’t forget my mustard!”
    “Yeah, yeah. I’m on it.” I head through Murral Hall’s double doors and down the hallway to class. When I walk into the room, dreamy Mr. Westbrook is standing behind the podium, sorting through papers.
    He turns his head toward me and smiles. “Good morning, Miss Faye. Excellent report you did last week.”
    My cheeks heat, but I think it’s more from the way his green eyes sparkle than from his compliment. “Thank you, Mr. Westbrook.”
    “No, thank you. Your use of a donut chart in your economic forecasting was brilliant. It’s not common. Why did you decide on that method?”
    I’m about to head toward my desk and answer on the way, but I think better of it and walk to his side instead. Anytime a student can stand out from the crowd is good for grades. “It was the most effective way to convey the information to the audience. Since I needed to show multiple series, the donut chart made the most sense.”
    “I concur.” He pulls off his glasses, and for the first time, I notice his eyes aren’t just green. They have a sprinkling of gold flecks that make them absolutely stunning. “I’m co-authoring a book on the use of graphs and spreadsheets in technical writing. I’ve seen professional economists use donut charts before, but never in a succinct way that’s easily understood or explained. I’d like to use your example as a case study.”
    I stare at him, a little dumbfounded. “Like, seriously?”
    He chuckles. “Like, yes, seriously.”
    I realize he’s making fun of my vernacular, but I’m too flabbergasted to care. “Uh… yeah… I mean, yes. Of course you can use it.”
    “Wonderful. We can discuss the details further when I finish outlining the book.”
    “Um… okay.” Like an idiot, I keep standing there, staring at the beautiful Brit in a fedora.
    He has black lashes as long as a doe’s, and they frame his eyes beautifully, making the green irises even brighter. He has a very kissable mouth with a bottom lip that protrudes a little more than the top. For a brief moment, I wonder what it’d be like to suck on it, and then I heat furiously. I’m not allowed to think that way about my teacher.
    He tilts his head toward the chairs. “You may have a seat now.”
    I nod once and hurry away to where Freddy is smacking his gum and tapping his pen on his desktop. “Hey, girl. Could you be any more obvious?”
    I sit down, place my coffee on the desk, and open my book bag. “What are you talking about?”
    He bats his eyelashes and pretends to flip long hair. “You’re so dreamy, Mr. Westbrook. I can’t believe you want to use a graph that little ol’ me came up with.” He brings his hand to his mouth and titters girlishly. “You think I’m smart?” He bats his dark eyelashes even faster and taps my forearm in a flirty manner. “Stop. You’re making me blush, Mr. Westbrook.”
    I slap him on the shoulder with my book. “I did not sound like that!”
    “Whatever. It’s obvious you have a crush on him. I’ve never seen so much hair flipping and eyelash batting in my life.”
    I glance at Mr. Westbrook, who’s thumbing through our homework with a goofy smile. I really hope Freddy’s kidding, and Mr. Westbrook’s oblivious to how hot I think he is.
    “Don’t worry about it, girl. I’m sure he’s used to his female students