So ⦠no.
Sophie was not for him.
Who cared if those plump lips of hers just begged to be kissed? Who cared that her curves still had the power to cause him to squirm? Who cared if he couldnât seem to banish her from his mind ⦠or his dreams?
Because he was dreaming of her. The other night heâd relived the first time theyâd met and the first time theyâd made love. It had been so real, heâd been unable to shake the feeling that his subconscious was trying to tell him something.
No.
He couldnât go there.
He had to forget about her.
There were plenty of other sexy, beautiful and intelligent women out there. He did not have to get entangled with someone who would cause him only grief. He could do this. He could forget about Sophie. It was mind over matter, just as everything was.
Decision made.
Dillon would shove sexy Sophie out of his mind.
Permanently.
* * *
The Crandall Lake Chronicles: Small town, big hearts
Chapter One
Crandall Lake, Texasâearly October
Sophie Marlowe sneaked a glance at the clock. Eleven thirty-five. Twenty-five minutes until her lunch break. Suppressing a sigh, she turned her attention back to the student sitting in front of her desk. âWhat are you going to do, Kaitlyn?â
The unhappy senior shrugged. âI donât know.â
âTheyâre going to have to be told sometime. It would be best if you just tell them now while you still have options.â
The girl nodded, her eyes bleak. âTheyâre gonna kill me.â
Sophie smiled wryly. âI know your parents. They are lovely, rational people. They wonât kill you.â
âBut theyâll be so disappointed,â Kaitlyn muttered.
âIâm sure they will, but they love you. Theyâll get over it.â Yet even as Sophie said the rote words, she knew that some parents didnât get over it easily. When your daughter was smart, got great grades and was on track to attend one of the best universities in Texas, it was hard to discover said daughter wasnât as smart as youâd thought. That, in fact, she was pregnant and already a couple of months along.
âI wish...â Kaitlyn began.
âI know. You wish this hadnât happened.â
Two fat tears rolled down Kaitlynâs cheeks. âBillyâs being so mean to me.â
Now Sophie did sigh. She wasnât surprised that the father of the baby wasnât thrilled by his girlfriendâs pregnancy. Honestly. What in the world were these kids thinking? That was the problem. They werenât thinking. The thinking began after the damage was done, and by then, it was too late. âWould you like me to be with you when you talk to your parents?â As Crandall Lake High Schoolâs guidance counselor, Sophie wasnât required to do more than listen to and advise students of available resources, but she couldnât help feeling sorry for the girl in her office. Kaitlyn Lowe was a good kid. In fact, she was one of the last kids Sophie thought would be in this position.
âWould you?â
The raw fear in Kaitlynâs blue eyes reminded Sophie that the girl was only seventeen. Only a year older than Joy. The thought of Joy, her younger half sister and legal ward, whose parents had died two years earlier, gave Sophie further pause. If it were Joy sitting here now, scared and feeling so alone, wouldnât Sophie want someone to befriend her, too? âYes,â she said softly. âI will.â
âOh, Miss Marlowe, thank you. Wh-when do you want to do it?â
Sophie had book club tonight, but tomorrow was free. âWhy donât I come by tomorrow night? Say about seven-thirty? Will you be through with dinner by then?â
Kaitlyn nodded, then bit her bottom lip.
Later, as Sophie ate her tuna sandwich and apple in the teachersâ lounge, she thought about how hard it was to be a teenager. She was certainly glad those days were long behind her. And she was enormously grateful that Joy had lived up to her name and was a joy to raise. The girl had never given Sophie one moment of trouble, thank the Lord.
She looked up at the noisy entrance of two of her colleaguesâAnn McPherson, a chemistry teacher, and Cindy Bloom, who taught computer science and keyboarding.
âOh God,â Cindy said, fanning herself, âbe still, my heart!â
âYeah,â Ann said. âHeâs gorgeous, isnât he? And Iâm sure he knows it.â