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She chuckles. “No kidding. Well, have a good rest of your day, Kane.”

“You too, Oliva,” I say while watching her give me one more glance over her shoulder accompanied by a sweet smile before exiting my room.

I throw a fist pump in the air, celebrating my accomplishment. Dating is unchartered territory for me, but so far, I feel like I’m winning.

Chapter 23

Olivia

All week long Kane left me little notes in my classroom in the morning, mostly filled with questions he wanted to ask me.

Chocolate or vanilla? Depends on my mood.

Favorite flower?Red roses

Idea of the perfect date?Any date that I don’t want to end.

Each one I answered via text when I got a free moment from teaching or grading, running copies, or returning emails. And then Friday morning, there was no question, just a note from him that made my heart flutter.

Can’t wait for tomorrow.

And truthfully, neither can I. I don’t think I’ve ever been so anxious for a date in my life. Hell, Kane and I have already slept together, so it’s not like I’m nervous about that, although the thought of that happening again is nerve-wracking. But I think it’s more the reality that we mean more now than just a one-night-stand. And given how well Kane has been showing his interest this week, I’m dying to know what he has planned for our date. For a guy who hasn’t pursued a girl since he was sixteen, he sure is doing a fine job. I wonder if Drew has been helping him.

By the time the last bell rings on Friday, I’m so exhausted from the week that I’m grateful Kane planned our date for Saturday instead of tonight. A twelve-hour coma will help me feel human again and fully awake for conversation tomorrow.

Tammy stops by my room with her arms full of bags, obviously on her way out for the weekend.

“Hey, girl,” she greets me as I’m finishing grading a few tests at my desk.

“Hey, Tammy. How’s it going?”

“Good. I was actually coming to ask you the same thing. A little birdie told me you have a date tomorrow night,” she winks while setting down her bags on one of the desks.

“Is that little birdie named Drew?” I tease.

“I plead the fifth,” she smirks. “So, I take it things went well the other night?”

I then realized that I haven’t seen her since the mixer at her house. “Oh, yeah. Kane apologized for acting like an ass and we actually talked the entire night. It was like I got to see this whole other side of him…”

“That a boy! See, I told you he’s really a great guy. He just needs some direction.”

“Yeah, I gathered that. He was very honest that it’s been a while since he’s dated, but by the way he’s been surprising me all week, I’d say he’s better at this than he thinks,” I smile elatedly.

“Oh, yeah? Do tell!”

So I do. I fill her in on Saturday and everything that’s happened since.

“Yeah, sorry about Saturday. I tend to get drunk when we host since we don’t have to drive and all.”

“Hey, no judgment. I totally understand.”

“But hearing you talk about Kane just reminds me of when Drew pursued me back when I started working here.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Was he an ass to you at first too?” I joke.

“No, the opposite actually. He was almost afraid to talk to me. I actually broke the ice with him.”

I laugh trying to imagine Drew being too scared to talk to Tammy. From the time I’ve spent with him, I don’t see him as anything but outgoing. “That’s hard to believe.”

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