Stand-In Mom. Megan Kelly
the house ready. Shelby could test him all she wanted; he’d always be there for her. Even without a psychology degree, he knew Shelby feared he’d leave her and her sister. Acting out and pushing the boundaries made her a normal kid, considering all she and Serena had endured.
How could he put them through anything as traumatic as seeing him with another woman?
He’d carried the paper with Ginger’s phone number every day, worried he’d lose it. The crinkle and stiffness in his pocket the first days reminded him of their time together. But he’d been in Georgia then, retrieving his daughters from their grandparents’ house and enduring everyone’s tears. Now the paper had worn smooth, and its weight in his pocket wasn’t so much physical as mental. Guilt sometimes made him consider throwing away Ginger’s number, but he hadn’t. Nor had he called. He couldn’t bring himself to do either thing.
The office door opened and he rose, turning to meet the new teacher, who stumbled to a halt, hand on the doorknob, eyes wide and apricot hair secured in a ponytail.
His breath caught in his chest as his heart thudded. Hell of a way to find out his lover’s last name.
Chapter Three
Ginger gasped, feeling the blood drain from her face. Scott stood in Mr. Bushfield’s office, apparently the father of her new midterm arrival. Her flesh felt like ice, but she couldn’t blame the early January weather.
“This is Scott Matthews,” Bushfield said. “He’s brought in his daughter Shelby, who, as you know, is enrolled in your class.”
Scott held out his hand.
He wants to shake hands? Ginger pressed her lips together to suppress the hysterical bubble waiting to erupt. Shake hands, after what they’d done together? After the ecstasy that hand had brought her?
Or maybe that feeling of connection had all been on her part. Maybe he’d lied to her about being married. He hadn’t mentioned having a child. Had everything between them been an act? Ginger wanted to rush out, sick to her stomach.
She forced herself to focus and placed her hand in his, trying to behave as though he were any other father. Warmth zinged up her arm, raising more goose bumps. “Hello.”
He nodded. “Ginger.”
“You know each other?” Bushfield asked.
She snatched her hand from Scott’s but couldn’t tear away her gaze. His hazel eyes held none of the passion she remembered. She couldn’t read his expression at all, as though he were a stranger. And really, wasn’t he? “We met a few weeks ago.”
“At a party.” Scott’s gaze trailed over her as though he’d never seen her before.
Of course she looked different, she thought crossly. She couldn’t wear a slinky cocktail dress to school. Besides the kids ruining it before half an hour passed, she’d never be able to rise from the floor, where she spent much of her time. If Scott didn’t like her black slacks and snowman sweatshirt, too bad.
“This is my daughter Shelby.” His soft Southern accent had nearly vanished in the past weeks. Except for a slowness to his words, he sounded as hard and flat as a native Midwesterner.
Ginger peered around him as he pushed the girl forward. Dark brown eyes dominated Shelby’s pale skin. Her nearly black hair had been pulled back with purple butterfly barrettes on each side of her head. She may have inherited her darker coloring and delicate features from her mother, but the scowl on her face was pure Scott.
“Hello, Shelby. I’m happy to have you in my class.” She smiled, wishing the girl had a different father. One who didn’t make Ginger’s skin tingle. One who didn’t make her stomach clench with excitement.
One who didn’t know of her extracurricular activities.
“Would you like to see your new classroom?” Ginger offered. “The other children should be arriving in a few minutes.” She glanced at Scott. “You’re welcome to come, too. It sometimes helps for a parent to be able to visualize his child’s environment.”
She hid her grimace, fearing she sounded as condescending as Bushfield. She led them down the hall, overly conscious of Scott and his sullen daughter. Was the universe out to get her?
She strove for composure, but her mind had become a glaring white screen bordered by fuzzy screams she tried to ignore. Just as she tried to ignore Scott’s presence at her elbow. How long before she could look up Shelby’s guardian information and discover whether the night of passion she couldn’t forget, the night that had changed her way of thinking about herself, was actually a night of adultery?
She pointed to the right where she heard children singing. Hopefully the playground monitors would work off some of the children’s excitement about being back at school. The first day after Christmas break could be stressful. “There’s the gym. The students are inside today because the weather’s bad. Most mornings you can play outside. You’ll also wait for the bus after school in the gym.”
Neither Scott nor Shelby answered.
She could imagine the questions in his mind but wished she knew his thoughts. The woman he’d enjoyed a one-night stand with was his daughter’s new teacher. Amazing bad luck.
She passed the third grade rooms and neared hers, glad the discerning eye of Cindy Grady wasn’t on her at the moment. The woman stalked her every movement, waiting for a slipup. Cindy’s sister had lost her teaching job at the beginning of the year. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who Cindy had in mind for Ginger’s replacement, as soon as she could get her dismissed.
Maybe it was unreasonable to wonder why Scott hadn’t mentioned having a kid. To be fair, she hadn’t mentioned being a teacher, either. They’d met too near Christmas, a time she tried to avoid all thoughts of children, even those just under her care during work hours. Adding in her bad news from the adoption agency that day, she’d been less likely to discuss children than usual.
The man she’d slept with after the Christmas party had been sweet and gentle and considerate. She couldn’t believe he’d faked the loneliness she’d seen in the ballroom. Yet here he was with a child. Where was the girl’s mother? He deserved the benefit of the doubt until he had a chance to explain.
“Here we are.” She waved Shelby in.
The girl studied the room, not budging from the doorway. Ginger walked past them, trying to see the room as Scott might. Colorful walls, enough visuals to stimulate without overwhelming the children, and the basic white boards, with a number line, and both a print and cursive alphabet chart over them. Pull-down maps anchored each board.
“This will be your desk.” Ginger tapped a finger on a desk in the second row. She’d put Shelby by two of her nicest girls. One was outgoing and would instantly declare herself Shelby’s best friend; the other was quieter but just as sweet. Judging by Shelby’s reticence so far, Ginger guessed the soft-spoken Maria would be more to her liking.
Ginger glanced at Scott, who stood in the hall behind his daughter. “We have a reading corner for spare time, a library.” She pointed as she named the areas. “A writing area with huge sheets of paper donated by a certain local computer firm …”
He smiled faintly.
Tough crowd. Still, she didn’t teach incorrigible seven-year-olds because she was a pushover. “And a math center with fairly decent computers. Do you use a computer at home, Shelby?”
“My real school has a computer lab where we go to every week.”
Ginger suppressed a grin. Despite the intended slight, or perhaps because of it, this girl appealed to her. Not giving an inch and putting her new teacher in her place.
Scott set his hand on her shoulder. “This is your real school, Shel.”
Although she nodded, the girl’s mouth firmed. She’d take some winning over. Maybe the more