Summerâs no longer in therapy, thereâs no reason for us to see each other at all.â
âBut thatâs where youâre wrong.â His lips smoothed into a slow, knowing smile. âWe will be seeing each other. You see, Iâm giving you the two months with Summer that you asked for. Iâm not taking her out of your program. In fact, Iâve already told her she can stay. So, you and I will be seeing each otherâa lotâat least for the next couple of months.â
âBut I thought...â Surprised and unsettled by his change in attitude, Amanda turned away. âWhen Summer didnât show up for her appointment yesterday, I assumed youâd withdrawn her from the program.â
âThen you assumed wrong.â
She had been so sure she wouldnât have to see him again after today. Now she would be faced with not only seeing him but with dealing with the memories and desires he sparked in her.
âDonât you remember me telling you last week that Summer had a dental appointment and wouldnât be able to come on Monday?â
Vaguely, Amanda recalled the words, but at the time sheâd been so disturbed by the way heâd been looking at her that she had failed to write it down.
âDid you really think Iâd just pull her out of the program without telling you first? Especially after you tried so hard to convince me to let her stay?â His voice held a wealth of disappointment.
That was exactly what she had thought. And it had made her decision not to see him again easier somehow.
âYou donât have to bother answering that. Itâs obvious what you thought.â He took a deep breath and released it. âFor the record, you were right. Summer does need help. Help that I canât give her. I was a fool to even consider pulling her out of the program. She needs you, Amanda. I need you. Will you help me?â
She wanted to refuse him.
She couldnât, not when he was looking at her with such warmth in his eyes.
âAll right,â Amanda answered, her voice thick. âIâll keep working with Summer until the end of the school termâbut on one condition. We keep our relationship strictly professional. Agreed?â
When he didnât respond, Amanda gave him a stern look that she usually reserved for the children. âI want your promise, Michael.â
He shook his head. âIâm afraid I canât give it to you. If I did, Iâd only end up breaking it. And I make it a point never to go back on my word.â
Feeling trapped, Amanda walked back to the window and stared out at the playground. She was committed to Summer and didnât want to abandon her now. She felt a responsibility to the little girl. But what about herself? Was she strong enough to resist the emotional threat Michael represented?
She sensed him come up behind her, her body suddenly alert at his nearness.
âAmanda?â He touched her shoulder and turned her to face him.
He was so close, she could smell the woodsy scent of his cologne, see the sprinkling of gray at his temples.
âWhy are you doing this to us?â His eyes held hers. âIs it because of the things youâve heard about me? About my family?â
Amanda flushed. âOf course not.â
âThen why wonât you even give us a chance?â
âAmanda?â A quick, one-two tap followed at the door. âDo you still have the fiââ Sister Mary Grace stopped and stared from the doorway. She looked from Amanda to Michael and back again. âExcuse me,â she said, and started to retreat from the room.
âGraâSister, wait.â Quickly, Amanda pulled away and moved past Michael. Embarrassed, she could have cringed at the sight they must have made. What must Gracie be thinking after practically catching her in Michaelâs arms? âDid you want to see me about something?â she asked, trying to muster as
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