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Of all the ways Tobias had pictured his meeting with Aiden's crush, getting knocked on his ass didn't make the top five. For the second time that day, he got an upfront view of Carolyn's suede boots—this time as they walked out the door.
Well, apparently she wasn't too worried about leaving him alone in her office.
Maybe because she has nothing to hide, his conscience whispered. Anything related to students was probably under lock and key, or maybe in that big bag of hers.
Slowly he rose to his feet. Damn, he was getting out of shape. He needed to get back into the gym. No way should a delicate-looking art history teacher get the jump on him. Carolyn Moore was more than she appeared.
What the hell had just happened?
He hauled a long breath into his lungs and followed her out of the
