The boys quieted down, and I took over. After letting out a deep breath, I smiled. “Okay, class, the senator has time for one more question.”

I couldn’t believe how fast this period flew by. Usually, the hour dragged, but sadly, not today.

Veronica stood. “Yeah, do you like . . . have a girlfriend?” She ran her gaze over his expensive suit, as if wondering what lay beneath it, before she sat down.

When Drake glanced at me before answering, heat rose on every inch of my skin. It’s warm in my classroom today, isn’t it? Can he see me sweat? No one else seems to be sweating. While my mind raced, his gaze never left mine.

“No. I’m single.”

He smiled at me, producing that adorable dimple again before he shared it with the class, and I internally fanned myself to regain my composure.

“Okay, class, let’s thank Senator Prescott for taking time out of his busy schedule to be with us today.”

The bell rang, and my students scrambled and were out the door in a noisy flash. This period was the last of the day—as well as the last of the week—so they looked forward to hearing the final bell sound, signaling the start of their weekend. To be honest, on most days, so did I. But I wouldn’t have minded if today’s class were a tad longer.

Once we were alone, Senator Prescott turned to me. “Thank you for having me in your class, Ms. Washburn.” He extended his hand.

“I appreciate your answering their questions. It had to be such a thrill for them.”

I shook his hand, and when he didn’t let go right away, I was glad. His skin was soft, but his grip was firm, and the feel of it sent tingles up my arm.

“I don’t know how thrilling it was for them,” he said, holding my gaze, “but I enjoyed being here.” The scent of his cologne drifted toward me as he released my hand.

His expression shifted as he said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Your student Marcie. When she asked about gay marriage, it seemed to be a very sensitive topic for her.”

“It is. She’s being raised by two men. Her mother left when she found out her husband, Marcie’s biological father, was gay.”

His eyes closed briefly. “I hope my answer didn’t sound too political.”

I laughed. “You’re a politician. Of course it did.”

He released a long breath and ran his hand across the back of his neck. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

A little nervous, I looked down and gathered my papers from my desk so I could take them home to grade over the weekend.

“Ms. Washburn?”

Our eyes met, and he held my gaze. It was practically hypnotic, but thankfully I found my voice.

“Please, call me Lucy.”

“Lucy, may I ask you something else?”

I nodded, and before he spoke, his gaze flicked to my left hand, which was resting on my desk. Was he looking for a ring? I’d glanced at his ring finger when he spoke to my class, and noticed it was bare.

He smiled. “Would you like to have dinner with me one night?”

Before I could answer, a short man I’d never seen before stood in the doorway and cleared his throat.

“Ben, I’ll be right with you.” Drake’s curt tone didn’t faze the man, who took a step into my classroom. “So, dinner?”

Again, I opened my mouth to answer, but was interrupted.

“Senator, we have another engagement.” The man twisted his left wrist to look at his watch. He was definitely in a hurry.

Drake shot a glare his way and then looked to me for my answer.

Quickly, before being interrupted again, I replied, “I’d like that.”

“Great.” He handed me a business card. “Call that number?” He straightened in front of me, his gaze expectant.

“Now?”

“Yes, please.”

I reached into my purse for my cell phone and dialed the number. When his phone rang, he answered it, even though he was standing less than two feet away from me.

His eyes never left mine as he said, “Now you have my number and I have yours.” With my phone pressed to my ear, his deep voice came through the receiver and in person, all sexy in stereo. “I’ll call you.”

With that, he walked out the door followed by Ben, who glanced back at me as if he was trying to solve the Times crossword puzzle. Maybe it was just political paranoia that narrowed his beady eyes, but the man made me nervous.

Disconcerted over what had transpired in the last few minutes, I sat down at my desk and gathered the homework papers from my in-box so I could grade them. As I was arranging them neatly, I glanced to the door to see my friend and co-worker Mason strolling in.

“What’s up, buttercup?”

I smiled. “The usual, grading papers and avoiding traffic.”

Mason and I became friends our sophomore year at James Mason University when I transferred in from Colorado, and that friendship deepened during our studies in the master’s program. We were elated when we both were offered positions at the same school.

Now Mason was my best friend, and he knew me better than anyone. He was my confidant, and I considered him family—my only family.

Making himself at home, he perched on the edge of my desk, casually tossing an apple from hand to hand as he grimaced at the pile of reports I needed to read.

“Damn! I’m so glad I’m a math teacher.” He shook his head before smiling at me. “So, I saw Mr. Politician strolling out of here. You should have seen all the women in the office drooling over the man when he picked up his visitor badge.”

“Really? They were drooling?” I shook my head in disbelief, although I shouldn’t have been surprised.

Jealous? Maybe.

Surprised? No.

Surprised I was jealous? Absolutely.

“How did it go?” he asked. “I know you were excited to have him here today.”

I didn’t answer right away because if anyone could see through me, it would be Mason. “He was very professional, just like I expected him to be.”

“Now you sound like a politician. How about a truthful answer?” He took a bite from the apple and narrowed his eyes at me.

Folding my arms over my chest, I leaned back in my chair to look up at him. “Drake was extremely charismatic and very kind.”

“So, it’s Drake, is it?” He gave me a bemused smile. “You’re on a first-name basis with the senator. What aren’t you telling me, Ms. Washburn?” He pursed his lips, his laugh lines deepening around his eyes as he waited for me to reply.

“Don’t you have a team to coach or something?” I picked up a student’s paper and pretended to read it.

“No, I coach soccer, remember? It’s a fall sport and this is spring, in case you’ve forgotten.” He snatched the paper I wasn’t reading from my hand. “Spill it, Luce.”

“He wants to have dinner with me. But I don’t know.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, hoping to keep the smile in check that was itching to burst free. If Mason thought I was considering going out with Drake, he wouldn’t let up. My best friend had told me on more than one occasion that he thought I needed to date and get out more.

“I think we need to discuss this over drinks.” Mason slid off my desk and tossed his half-eaten apple in my wastebasket. “Come on. Grab your things and let’s get out of here.”

He grabbed my tote bag and held it open as if he were trick-or-treating, grinning at me expectantly.

Knowing he wouldn’t give up, I placed the papers inside and grabbed my purse. “Where to?”

“Let’s just head over to Juno’s. It’s close to the highway and the Metro.” He slung the bag over his shoulder and we left my classroom.

• • •

Juno’s was filled with businesspeople, which was the norm for a weekday happy hour. Mason found us an open table in the noisy room, sandwiched between a large table of female coworkers loudly exchanging tales about their day, and a two-top with a couple who, based on the sultry looks they were giving each other, looked like they might be having an affair.