Page 28 of Wintertime Heat (Holiday 1)

When I look up, startled out of my thoughts, there is a smirk on his lips which tell me that he has seen the flash of desire on my face.

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I blush so hard, “Sorry, I was distracted.”

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Before Steven could say anything, Aaron chimes in, “Miss Abby, how will you carry all this to your car?”

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He was gesturing toward the posters that the students had handed in. I wanted to spend the weekend grading them.

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I blink, “Uh, I guess I’ll carry them.”

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“We can help, can’t we, Dad?”

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Steven walks over and picks up a bunch of the rolled chart papers, “Let’s go then.”

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I fidget awkwardly, “Thank you.”

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The walk to the car was short, but when I see the way Steven eyes my car, I feel a twinge of annoyance, “Can you not do that?”

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“Do what?” He asks, innocently.

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I put my hands on my hips, using a mild tone for Aaron’s benefit, “Look at my car as if it’s a piece of junk.”

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“I can’t help it if it is.” He shrugs.

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I wanted to say something, but the last thing I wanted was for Aaron to witness an argument.

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“Is that smoke?” The child in question, asks.

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“What?!” I dump the posters on the spot and race around the car to see the engine emitting small amounts of smoke.

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