Faithfully Yours by Lois Richer

Author:Lois Richer [Lois Richer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781459264472
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury

Chapter Eight

“All right, children!” Gillian tried to keep the Christmas spirit in her voice, but it was difficult to do when the surrounding din had nearly reached ten on the Richter scale. “Choir, I want you to try that last number once more.”

Obediently, the kindergarten and first-graders lined up, albeit helter-skelter. She looked around for her pianist, but Jeremy was busy trying to get the members of the cast into costume and ready to go on stage. Puffing her bangs out of her eyes in resignation, Gillian straightened the last little girl into line and then sat down at the piano herself. Although she had never even seen this music before, she decided to give it her best shot. Someone had to!

“All right, children, here we go. One, two, three, four. ‘City side…’” And indeed, off they went. Off-key, off tempo and in no particular order.

Half an hour later Gillian sank onto the staff-room sofa, thrust her feet up onto a nearby chair and blissfully sipped at her coffee. She needed this. It had been a Friday to end all Fridays.

Around the room the other teachers were packing up to go home for the weekend, but Gillian ignored them as she closed her eyes and dreamed of Christmas holidays; of mornings spent lounging lazily in bed; quiet solemn afternoons of uninterrupted reading. They opened in startled awareness, when she felt the cool press of masculine lips against hers.

“Jeremy,” she gasped, straightening in such a rush, some of the cooled coffee slopped over the mug and onto her white corduroy pants. “You can’t do that in public!”

“It isn’t public,” he told her, grinning as he waved a hand around the empty staff room. “Everyone has gone home. Long, long ago.”

“Oh.” She yawned. “I’m dead.”

“It has been a trying week,” he admitted, lifting the mug from her hands and sipping from it. For some reason, the gesture sent tingles of awareness through Gillian’s body that heightened when he sank down beside her and placed his arm along the sofa back behind her.

“By the way,” he told her, playing with a curl escaped from her neat chignon. “That last song you were doing with the choir?”

“I know,” she groaned, tilting her head back and feeling his hand rub her scalp. “Don’t remind me. It was awful.”

He laughed. “Yes, it was. Part of the reason it was so awful is because you were doing it in a different key. I transposed it into five flats. It’s easier and the kids can hold pitch better.” He chuckled at her groan of dismay. “And the other problem was that you had the wrong boy singing the solo.”

“No wonder he didn’t know the words,” she exclaimed, glaring at him. “You might have said something.” The words died as he leaned closer and brought his lips to within inches of hers.

“I thought I just did,” Jeremy murmured before moving closer.

Gillian wanted that kiss; had waited days for it. And nothing and no one was going to stop her from enjoying it.

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