Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
“I didn’t go for three days.”
“Why not? Were you sick?”
“No.”
“Then why didn’t you go to school?”
“Is it a sin to skip school?”
“Not really. But you should go. Education is really important.” Apparently today I was channeling my mother instead of a priest. “And you can get in trouble for not going. Do you know what truancy is?”
“No.”
“It’s when you’re absent from school illegally.”
“So something can be illegal but not a sin?”
What was she getting at? “Well, breaking the law set by the state of New York is different than breaking God’s law. Why were you absent from school?”
“Because I was waiting for my sister.”
“Where was she that you were waiting for her?”
“I don’t know. She ran away last week. But before she left, she told me she’d come back and get me once she found a new place for us to live.”
“So you skipped school?”
“I pretended to go in the morning and then I came back to the house after Benny left. I didn’t want to miss her if she came back for me while I was at school.”
“Do you know why your sister ran away?”
She was quiet for a long time. Then she finally said, “I think it was because of Benny.”
That sounded like the fucking understatement of the year. “Did Benny go looking for your sister?”
“No. He yells a lot about her after he gets home from work. But then he falls asleep on the couch that smells like him.”
“You need to go to school. Talk to a teacher. Tell them what’s going on at home.”
“No. I don’t want to get my sister in trouble.”
“You won’t.”
“I don’t know…”
I was thinking it was time I went to the police. But what would I say? Hi. I’m a fake priest, and you need to look for a guy named Benny and a skinny little girl who rides a blue bicycle?
“What’s your name?”
She was quiet again. “I have to go.”
“Wait!” I’d been flipping the penny around the entire time we were talking and suddenly stopped. “Did you drop some change on the floor?”
Her voice was low and almost melodic. “Find a penny, pick it up, and all day long you’ll have good luck.” Then the door creaked open and closed behind her.
With whatever shit was going on in this little girl’s life, she was sneaking in to drop coins on the floor for the priest to find and have good luck. Unbelievable.
Rachel
I agreed to have dinner with Davis in spite of the glum feeling I’d been walking around with for a few days. Or, maybe I hadn’t done it in spite of myself, but more like to spite someone else. Because I made sure that someone knew I had plans for this evening. I’d blown my naturally curly hair straight, slipped on a sexy, little summer dress, and laced-up, high-heeled sandals that tied with ribbons wrapping up my legs. The ensemble made my legs look long and the skirt look extra short. Perfect.
The additional effort getting ready was worth the response. Caine had trouble keeping his eyes off me during the entire class. I’d chosen to sit in the front row today, an end seat, so I could casually dangle my legs. The way his eyes heated, I could feel their caress on my skin. But by the end of class, I realized I was getting hot and bothered by one man before my date with another. It was disrespectful to Davis, even if he had no idea.
So, when class was over, I decided not to stick around and chat with Caine like I normally did. There was no rule that the TA had to stay after class unless she was teaching an extra-help session. I’d made it about three steps up toward the exit when Caine’s voice stopped me.
“Ms. Martin, can I see you for a minute, please?”
I couldn’t very well ignore him. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and headed back down to the front of the lecture hall. A few students were lingering to turn in papers that had been due last class. I waited dutifully off to the side. Caine spoke briefly with each student and then began to pack away the papers in his bag, ignoring me while he did so.
Eventually, I grew impatient. “Did you want to speak to me?”
He looked up and watched the last of the students as they exited the classroom. Once the door closed, he finally acknowledged me.
“What are you doing?”
I acted innocent, pretending I was oblivious. “I’m standing here waiting for you to tell me what you wanted to talk to me about. Isn’t that obvious?”
Caine frowned. “You know what I mean, Rachel.”
“I don’t think I do.”
His response was not verbal. Instead, his eyes started at my feet and raked up my body. It was a slow, intense, heated gaze that made me want to squirm. But I didn’t. Somehow I managed to stand tall and even pulled my shoulders back so my breasts were more prominent. When his eyes finally made their way up to mine, I returned his stare, not giving an inch. I was pretty damn proud of myself.