“You don’t work here every day then?” the young man asked.
“For the moment I’ll be working Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Mary answered before going on. “Look, who are you and what exactly are you doing here?”
“My name is Tom…” He originally was going to admit his name was Addison and pretend he was a cousin of the family, but for some reason at the last minute he changed his mind and came up with another name. “Tom Saunders.”
“And you are here because?” Mary encouraged him.
“I want to learn,” he said.
“What age are you?” Mary asked.
“Nineteen,” Tom replied.
“And you want to come to school,” she went on skeptically.
Tom stepped closer to her and she was all too aware of his physical presence. His muscular physique dwarfed her petite frame and her pulse raced a little faster at just how c
