Chapter 6
As the last bell rang ending the last regularly scheduled class of the year, Quinn slid the remaining essays she had to grade into her bag. She’d have to come back for the rest of the week for meetings and in-services and to input her grades, but for all practical purposes, the school year was over. She sighed, hooked her bag on her shoulder, and lifted her vase of daisies. The flowers still brought a smile to her face. They sat in the passenger seat on her ride home.
As she pulled into her parking lot, her phone rang. The caller ID read, “Ryan’s Cell.” When did his number make it into my Contacts? She answered while easing into her usual spot. “Hello.”
“Hey, Quinn. It’s Ryan. Are you home yet?”
“I just pulled in.” She turned off the ignition.
“Good. Your motorcycle is waiti
