Chapter 4
Sadie
This morning my eyes are gritty, and I’m exhausted. If my kids or fellow teachers notice my smile is a bit forced, they don’t say anything.
I didn’t cry over Deke. I barely defended him to my friends. They left after I gave them a half-hearted promise to let them know if Scott makes another move.
I don’t care about Scott. My thoughts are consumed by the big biker and our supernova kiss. I barely knew Deke, and my heart feels empty, like he already made a place for himself, and now he’s gone.
I bring the motorcycle cookies to my classroom. Charlie stole two last night, but there are still plenty.
We’re out for recess when one of my students tugs on my skirt. “Miss Sadie, there’s a man here to see you.”
Sure enough, there’s Scott in navy slacks and a tie with a bouquet
