The Present…
No, it wasn’t quite the same grin the man had worn last night. No, last night the grin had been full of desire, then contentment. Now it was—what?—amusement? It was certainly a cat-that-ate-the-cream grin. At least Caesar now knew why Ted had guarded his privacy with such tenacity, although even Ted hadn’t known that Caesar’s own daughter had been in one of his classes last year. Hell, he hadn’t even known Caesar had a daughter any more than Caesar had known about Madelyn and Harris.
Ted started, remembering he had frozen in mid-sentence. He coughed to cover for the gap. “Hello, I’m Ted Rhoads,” he repeated. “Pleased to meet you.”
Caesar took his proffered hand and shook it warmly. “I’m pleased to meet you, Ted. I’m Caesar Edwards, Megan’s father.” Jesus, his name really wa
