The Bachelor Takes A Wife

It was around ten-thirty when the door to her classroom opened and in walked Keith Owens, dressed in tan chinos and a casual, white, open-at-the-neck shirt. Andrea was so startled that she gaped at him with her mouth open. He smiled broadly, as though she shouldn’t be at all surprised to see him, walked to the back of the room and sat on one of the tiny chairs provided for the pupils. He looked ridiculous to Andrea, but worse than that in her eyes, every one of the children had turned around to stare at him. He looked back at them unabashedly, with a friendly sort of half grin, and Andrea soon began seeing smiles on their little faces.

Clearing her throat, clinging to composure through sheer will power, she walked to where he was sitting, bent forward and whispered, “What’s going on? What are you doing here?”

“I’m just visiting, so don’t enroll me,” he said with a devilish twinkle in his eyes.

“How cute,” she said coldly. “You’re a distraction. Please leave,” she added, refusing to laugh at his feeble excuse for a joke.

“A distraction? For whom?”

“For the children! Get off that chair before you break it…and leave!”

“Nope.”

It occurred to her that he might have a child. She didn’t know everything about him, after all, and since she had never encouraged anyone to talk about him, it was possible that he and his ex-wife had children that she hadn’t heard about.

“Do you have a child to enroll?” she asked bluntly.

“No, do you?”

Her heart seemed to flip in her chest. She’d wanted kids so much, and teaching these adorable tots satisfied some of her need to nurture, but not all of it. At that moment she hated Keith more than she had when they’d fought and broken up in college.

“You know I don’t,” she whispered harshly.

Keith could tell he’d struck a nerve, which wasn’t his intention. He’d been hoping that she would laugh over his coming to Kiddie Kingdom and perching on a child-size chair. Didn’t Andrea laugh at anything anymore? “Sorry,” he murmured. “I’d like to watch the class for a while.”

“Even if your presence is a distraction for the children?”

“It’s bothering you a lot more than it is them, Teach,” he said softly. If he let her chase him off every time he appeared, he’d never get anywhere with her. And he wanted to, very much, even if he really didn’t comprehend why.

Andrea realized he wasn’t going to budge. In no position to show her anger, she pivoted on her heel and returned to the front of the classroom. She did her best to ignore Keith while reciting the alphabet with the class, reading a story out loud and passing out cartons of juice, but she was almost lethally aware of him every second.

At recess time she led the children out to the playground, and when she brought them inside again about twenty minutes later, Keith was gone.

It didn’t seem to matter. He had succeeded in turning her inside out once again, and when it was time to go home for the day, she felt totally drained. Andrea drove home with a very suspicious mist in her eyes, and she hated the possibility that she was crying over Keith Owens again. Hadn’t she cried enough tears because of him eighteen years ago?

Pulling herself together, she stopped at the bank and deposited the check in New Hope’s account, the usual routine with donations that she or other volunteers personally received. Tucking the receipt in her purse so she could later pass it to the charity’s accountant, she returned to her car. Underway again, her thoughts immediately returned to Keith’s unmitigated gall that morning.

That had been a one-time intrusion, hadn’t it?

Andrea’s breath nearly stopped. Surely he wouldn’t be back!

But what if he did come back? Maybe she should talk to the principal, but what on earth would she say? Keith Owens is visiting my classroom and driving me up the wall. Would you please do something about it?

Visitors were not unwelcome at Kiddie Kingdom. Besides, should principal Nancy Pringle take Andrea’s complaint seriously and talk to Keith the next time he showed up—if he came by again—he would have Nancy tittering and tee-heeing all over the place with his good looks and glib way of conversing with women. Andrea saw through him, but would Nancy? Oh, he would undoubtedly charm his way out of any accusation Andrea made against him, make no mistake.