Miss Liz's Passion. Sherryl Woods
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her fingernails were probably cutting right through the booth’s bright blue plastic seat covers.
“Where’s Kevin?” Todd asked, glancing around the crowded restaurant. Sound echoed off the glass walls and tiled floors. It was one of those places that had apparently been designed on the theory that the more noise there was in a restaurant, the more convinced people would be that they were having fun.
“He made a dash for one of the video games the minute we walked through the door.”
“And you didn’t dash with him?”
“I told him I’d order.”
“After making such a fuss to get you to come, he shouldn’t have left you alone. I’ll go get him.”
“Mr. Lewis—”
“Todd.”
“Mr. Lewis, I’m used to being on my own. Kevin’s with a friend. Let him enjoy himself. Besides, it would probably embarrass him to have anyone catch him with his teacher.”
Her easy acceptance of being abandoned amazed him. A lot of women would have been insulted, even if the male who’d left them was only eight. “You really understand kids, don’t you?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. It is my job,” she said, then added, “but if what you’re really saying is that I genuinely seem to like kids, the answer is yes. I think they’re great. They usually say exactly what’s on their mind and they’re open to new experiences.”
“What about you? Are you open to new experiences?”
He was doing it again, lacing the conversation with enough innuendos to disconcert a saint. “I’d like to think so,” she managed to say without stumbling over the response.
Todd settled back in the booth. “Then I think we should get to know each other better, don’t you?”
“I suppose,” she said cautiously, making the mistake of meeting his steady gaze. Her heart somersaulted. Those eyes of his could lure a woman into forgetting all reason, to say nothing of professional ethics and quite possibly her name. Her hands slid right off the seat. She clasped them tightly in her lap, drew in a shaky breath and added quickly, “For Kevin’s sake.”
He nodded. “Of course. Why don’t we start by using first names?”
“I really don’t think it would be appropriate, especially not in front of Kevin.”
“But he’s not here right now. Let’s compromise. You call me Todd and I’ll call you Miss Liz.”
She grinned despite herself. “You call that a compromise?”
“You’d rather call me Mr. Todd?”
A faint smile playing about his lips mocked the seriousness of his tone. Liz frowned at his determined impudence, but she couldn’t bring herself to look away. Retreat now would give him a victory in a battle she’d almost forgotten how to fight. Instead the tension built just as it had earlier, crackling through the air like summer’s lightning.
It was Kevin who broke it, joining them with a huge grin on his face.
“Hey, Dad, guess what! I beat Joey Simons at Battle of the War Lords!”
“That’s great, son,” he said without taking his eyes from her mouth for one single second. Her lips were parched and she wanted very badly to run her tongue over them, but knew perfectly well that would only inflame the situation. She grabbed her glass of water and drank the whole thing. Todd grinned with unabashed satisfaction.
“Will you and Mrs. Gentry play with me?” Kevin pestered. “Joey had to go home.”
With obvious reluctance, Todd tore his gaze away from her and looked at Kevin. “What about your hamburger? It should be here in a minute.”
“Oh, yeah.” He slid in next to his father. “I forgot.”
Watching Kevin and his father together, Liz felt a lump lodge in her throat. Suddenly she wanted to cry. There was so much adoration in Kevin’s eyes, such a sense of camaraderie between them, it almost reminded her of… Closing her eyes against the surge of pain, she sealed off the thought before it could form.
“I think I should be going,” she said suddenly, just as the meal arrived. “I’ll pay the check on my way out.”
“No!” The protest was voiced by father and son.
“Really, it’s late.” She needed to escape before the threatening tears embarrassed her.
“We just got here. You haven’t even eaten your hamburger,” Kevin said.
“I’m not really hungry. Your father can have it.”
“A little while ago you said you were starving,” Todd reminded her. His penetrating gaze seemed to see right through her flimsy excuse.
“Besides, it won’t be the same,” Kevin said. “You promised me a celebration.”
At the mention of the promise, her determination wavered. Kevin might be manipulating, but he was using the truth to do it. She had promised. However, if she’d had any idea what sitting in this booth across from Todd Lewis would be like, she would have devised some other reward for Kevin. She would have seen to it that it didn’t require being crowded into such close quarters with a disturbingly masculine parent who insisted on toppling all barriers between them, starting with the informal way he meant to address her. Miss Liz, indeed!
Kevin was gazing at her now with wide, hopeful eyes. His father’s eyes had a speculative gleam in them, as if he’d guessed that he was the reason for her desire to run and was wondering how to capitalize on his advantage. That decided her. She would stay. She would eat every bite of her hamburger, even if she choked on it.
She gave Todd Lewis her most defiant, go-to-hell glare and picked up the ketchup. Her gaze never wavered as she shook the bottle. Kevin’s sharp gasp drew her attention. She glanced down. Her hamburger had virtually disappeared in a sea of thick red ketchup. She groaned. How could she have done something that stupid?
“I’ll order you another one,” Todd said, reaching for her plate.
She grabbed it back. “This one’s fine. I like a lot of ketchup.” Her tongue nearly tripped over the flat-out lie. Still, she refused to admit to her foolish mistake.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll take it and get you another one.”
“I’ll just scrape a little of this off,” she said stubbornly.
He shrugged finally. “Suit yourself.”
Liz determinedly scraped off enough ketchup to serve all the fans in the stadium during next Sunday’s Dolphins game. She took her first bite, then forced a smile as Kevin and Todd watched her expectantly.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” Todd asked, his expression doubtful.
“Just fine,” she said with forced cheer.
To herself, she vowed to get through the next half hour without coming unglued, if it was the last thing she ever did. She also swore that she would not under any circumstances ever admit to either of the males across from her that she absolutely never ate ketchup. It gave her hives.
Chapter 3
Todd pulled his pickup into the lot behind the elementary school. The dusty playground was empty, except for a forgotten soccer ball. The swings shifted slowly in the hot stirring of humid air. The cloudless sky burned a merciless reminder that Miami was still weeks away from the first cool nights and gentle days.
As if the weather weren’t enough to sap energy, Todd felt an age-old feeling of intimidation squeezing his chest as he walked around the corner of the low, brick building. When he’d finally graduated from high school two years late, he’d vowed never to cross the