Amara walked out of the teacher’s office, her file clutched to her chest. The fluorescent lights above her buzzed faintly, and for a moment she just stood there, staring down the long hallway that led toward the hockey field.
She had come to catch up on everything she’d missed assignments, club duties, monitoring.
She was supposed to monitor the guys for hockey practice today.
That meant seeing Leo.
Her fever was gone, but her mind still felt foggy, like a dream she couldn’t remember had left a smudge on her.
Maybe it wasn’t a dream.
Her chest tightened.
It was a strange kind of warmth and the way she'd remembered his eyes as they softened to look at her.
It can't possibly be.
She didn’t remember the details, not fully. But Leo had been around since then. He’d answered her ques
