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Didn’t I tell him that besides preschool, he can monitor everything else?

Green eyes pierce mine before he puts on a pair of sunglasses. Now, he’s not just the slickest but the smuggest, too.

And with that arrogance comes a smirk that’s bound to be trouble.

“What do you think? I’m tagging along, Raven. I’m coming with you everywhere you go.”

Chapter 7

Christian

I never really pictured Raven as a preschool teacher until I witness her getting acquainted with the kids in our town. She introduces herself at first with a simple song she made and a sweet voice, bringing laughter to the kids on the get-go. Then, when she encourages the kids to use her song to introduce themselves and they get to it, I know she’s going to be a hit and will have no problem fitting in.

Half an hour later, it looks like she’s been teaching here for years as the kids excitedly answer her questions and ask theirs. Honey Lee watches, too, but she saunters over to me after a while.

“She’s a natural at this.” Honey Lee beams. “I wasn’t sure if I should let her assist, but it looks like this might be the best thing for her.”

Not for me, especially when my suspicion of Raven wanting to drive to school by herself proved to be correct. At least, I anticipated it. I don’t tell Honey Lee this, though.

“Hmm. I heard she’s been teaching for eight years.”

“Yeah. She’s heartbroken to leave her kids in the city behind, but it had to be done. At least she gets to teach here before the school break.”

And after the school break, what will Raven do? I try not to think about it.

“I caught up with Aaron earlier. Impressive woodwork.”

She lights up, much as I see my sister light up when Nick is mentioned in her presence. To me, it’s still a strange sight seeing these two so in love when I witnessed them growing up in our childhood years.

“I know, right? I told him he should do furniture on the side.”

“He should. He’s got the talent.”

“I told him the same, but he loves this hobby. And he says you shouldn’t make your hobby your job so you’ll keep enjoying it.”

That’s…pretty smart, and I scan my mind for something I like other than being a Navy SEAL. I suppose I love numbers and I made that my job, too, but hey, I still enjoy it.

“Smart of him.”

“I like smart guys.”

“Oh?” I grin. “Is that why you had this huge crush on me back then?”

Her eyes widen and her mouth drops. “Who told you?”

“Clara might have mentioned.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes. It’s a reaction that tells me she considers it hilarious now, which I do, too. It’s funny how information that made me wistful in the past feels like a dream now, enough that we can talk about it without feeling awkward.

“That was in high school. Puppy love and all that.” She huffs. “Aaron knows, by the way.”

“And?”

“He teased me for days. He says I had a type.”

“If arrogant, popular jerk in high school was the type, then he’s spot on. Also…had?”

Her grin widens. “He’s my only type now.”

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