Erin glanced up when she heard Jack and rubbed her hands on her jeans to dry out the sweat on her palms. She felt like she might throw up from nerves. She’d never been so anxious to face someone before. But what choice did she have? She stared at Jack when she heard him across the room and gulped in shock. He looked so… different. And good. He wore dark slacks, with his shirt tucked in that showed off his long, strong build and made his red hair seem darker. He always looked tough, strong, and handsome, but dressed this way, he was devastating. He got dressed up for a teacher? She didn’t get it.
His eyes met hers for a second before he looked away. Or did she look away first? She wasn’t sure, but now found herself staring at the couch to the left of her. Charlie bounced over to his dad.
