Page 21 of Rules We Pretend Not to Break
My brows clash together. “No…I know all the chaperones?—”
“I may have asked one of the moms to step down this morning.” It just adds to more confusion. “And I rode the other bus, and passed the security clearance, so nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.”
“Luca Micah Wolfe, are you tellin’ me that you conned a mother out of her spot?” He quirks a brow at using his full name, but he doesn’t make a fuss about it. Instead, he just shrugs his shoulders, pleading the fifth when he doesn’t say anything else. “You’re awful.”
“You told me to be more involved.”
“By signing up for things we hadroomfor.”
“Tomato, tomatoe. You weren’t specific enough.”
I open my mouth to argue that fact, but I wasn’t. Honestly, after that day, I thought that was going to be it. “Working the system, I see.”
“If I were, we wouldn’t be standing here.”
I feel a heated blush blanket my cheeks as I turn back to face my kids.
He makes me feel off-center and crazy.
Crazy in the sense that I can’t believe I’m allowing this to go on. That I’m still speaking to him despite the fact that it could cost me my job and everything I’ve worked hard for.
Micah, though, is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. He’s kind, charming, and witty. And obviously a cheat by getting some poor mother to give up her spot today.
However, all he probably had to do was smile, and she dropped everything she was doing to go back home before realizing what she had just done.
“I can’t wait for our date on Friday, Miss Vesper. You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”
I slowly glance over my shoulder at him, finding him, too, looking over the kids.
“Why? Where are you taking me, a cave?”
“I don’t bring women to my house until after the third date.”
A soft chuckle forms in my throat because that would be slightly fitting. “Oh, well, now I feel cheap.”
“Not to me. In fact, I think you’re way out of my league.”
My stomach sinks that he’d believe such a thing. If anything, I’m way out of his. “Don’t say things like that. You’re the one who can bat his eyelashes at a woman and get her to do anything he wants her to do.”
“I haven’t done that in years, and all I did was smile.”See?“Plus, she was bitching and moaning about it on her way up to the office, so I was just doing her a favor.”
“Daddy!” I slice my focus over to Heath, who’s in the middle of sprinting over with a giant smile on his face.
One Ineversee in class.
Heath is so withdrawn and so hard on himself. I’ve never experienced a child who was such a perfectionist and got so frustrated when he got a question wrong.
I can’t see Micah being that hard on him. And he stated that Heath’s mother wasn’t in the picture anymore, so I’m not sure if he’s trying to make his father super proud of him, or if he believes he’s not enough and has to be the best at everything.
“The pigs ate all the food.” Heath stops right in front of Micah, his chest wildly trying to heave in steady breaths into his lungs. “I saw ’em. There’s a fat one, he’s pink. I named him. His name is Wilbur.”
Holy crap. That kid just said like five sentences.
I stare at his rosy cheeks from the cool fall air and his stunning blue eyes, ones he clearly got from his father. He has the same dark ebony hair but a completely different demeanor.
Or so I thought.
Maybe he just hates school.
