Sean checked his watch, grimaced, and lengthened his stride down the hallway. He'd make it to the high school-but only if he skirted around town instead of cutting through. It was 12:40 p.m. and the downtown streets would be clogged with motorists battling for lunch hour parking.
He was halfway down the granite steps when he spotted Dave and Evelyn standing beside his car in the lot reserved for official use. He raised an eyebrow at the twin smiles of angelic innocence on their faces. "What are you two doing, camped out here?"
"That should be obvious," his secretary replied. "You tipped your hand when you canceled your lunch with Ferrucci and the oh-so-friendly developers. So Dave and I decided we might as well share the ride. No point in taking separate cars when we can carpool."
He made a show of looking at his watch. "You want a lift to the deli for sandwiches? Fine, hop on in."
Evelyn made a clucking noise with her tongue. Her pink curls shook slightly. "Sean, we're your friends. If we're willing to admit to unholy curiosity, then you should, too."
Dave merely nodded in agreement, wisely holding his tongue. A good thing, too. These days, Sean's temper had a real short fuse, wired to explode. He didn't want to throttle his best friend in the town hall parking lot. Sean had thought it would be easier not to see Lily, but he'd been wrong. Just knowing she was near had him craving even a glimpse of her. It was a gnawing hunger that nothing could appease . . . except her.
He was halfway down the granite steps when he spotted Dave and Evelyn standing beside his car in the lot reserved for official use. He raised an eyebrow at the twin smiles of angelic innocence on their faces. "What are you two doing, camped out here?"
"That should be obvious," his secretary replied. "You tipped your hand when you canceled your lunch with Ferrucci and the oh-so-friendly developers. So Dave and I decided we might as well share the ride. No point in taking separate cars when we can carpool."
He made a show of looking at his watch. "You want a lift to the deli for sandwiches? Fine, hop on in."
Evelyn made a clucking noise with her tongue. Her pink curls shook slightly. "Sean, we're your friends. If we're willing to admit to unholy curiosity, then you should, too."
Dave merely nodded in agreement, wisely holding his tongue. A good thing, too. These days, Sean's temper had a real short fuse, wired to explode. He didn't want to throttle his best friend in the town hall parking lot. Sean had thought it would be easier not to see Lily, but he'd been wrong. Just knowing she was near had him craving even a glimpse of her. It was a gnawing hunger that nothing could appease . . . except her.
( Laura Moore )
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