I didn’t mention our conversation to Dr. Preston and he didn’t say anything either. I knew Bella had been wrong about her view of what she’d seen that morning. He wasn’t thinking about me. But because of Bella’s meddling, I’d been thinking about him a lot lately. A lot.
It had been more than two weeks since I’d had breakfast with Dr. Preston. I sat in class, listening to him talk about the translation we’d been reading and why some i***t smart guy in the back was almost right with his translation. I tuned it out, taking a moment to look my teacher over.
Bella had been right on one thing. He was hot. I was relatively sure that he was in his early 40’s though he didn’t look it. I watched as he paced in the front of the class, his voice quiet as he read from the flimsy paperback he held. S
