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“Thank you for coming in, Ms. McCormick,” I smiled, shaking
the hand of the prospective first grade teacher. She’d been the fourth
candidate we’d interviewed. “We’ll let you know by the end of the week, one way
or the other.”
“I appreciate the opportunity, Ms. Black, Mrs. Whitlock,”
she chirped, gathering her portfolio and bag before leaving Alice’s office. “I
look forward to hearing from you!”
She left the school and I arched a brow at my friend. “What
do you think?” I asked, looking up from my notes about Ms. McCormick.
“She’s the best option out of the four we’ve interviewed,”
Alice said. “She seems capable and kind. The other three? Yeesh!”
“Oh, I know. The one before Ms. McCormick? He was an odd duck,” I quipped.
“Quack, quack,” Alice said, rolling her eyes. “What’s on tap
next, Hells Bells?”
“We have one more interview this afternoon for my old position
and then we interview next week for the opening on the fifth-grade team and
group interviews for the music teacher to be shared between our school and
Forks Middle School,” I said, checking my planner.
“We also need to finish figuring out the class lists,” Alice
sighed. “But, we can’t do that until we have all of the teachers hired.” She
leaned her cheek against the table. “My head hurts. Can I go home now?”
“No, Alice,” I snickered. “We’ve got another three hours to
go.”
“Can we take a three-hour lunch?” she quipped.
“A half hour, girlie,” I said. “Besides, you said that if we
take a shorter lunch, we can close up shop early. You have dogs to get home to.
I have two children.”
“And a hot cop,” she giggled.
“Alice,” I said, shaking my head.
“What? He is hot! I mean, love my Jazzy, but Deputy Sexy is
definitely on my list,” Alice said, waggling her brows.
“Oh, shit! The list,” I snickered. “I’d forgotten about
that!”
“Yep, our five freebies from our significant others. If
those people offered us one night, our boyfriends and spouses would give us a
free pass,” Alice said. “Mine are Deputy Sexy, his father because Dr. Cullen
all sorts of hot for a DILF, Jackson Rathbone, that emo vampire from Twilight …”
“Really, Alice?” I deadpanned.
“Don’t hate! He reminds me of my Jazzy, but with more
muscles,” Alice said, smacking my arm. “I love my husband, but he’s a
pencil-pushing shrink. He’s so scrawny! I’ve tried to get him to work out, but
he’d rather have his nose stuck in a book than pumping iron.”
“So, Jackson Rathbone has two first-class tickets to the gun
show?” I snorted.
Alice nodded. “Anyway … rounding out my top five, Johnny
Depp and Orlando Bloom …”
“More hunks,” I giggled.
“Hush! I like muscles, but I wouldn’t trade them at all for
my Jazzy. One night only with those muscles … Jasper is big where it’s
important,” Alice said, waggling her brows.
“Oh, lord,” I choked out. “Really Ali-cat? We’re at work. We
see children, impressionable young minds, in this building and you’re talking about
your husband’s …” I trailed off, gesturing to my crotch. “There are boundaries
and you’ve clearly crossed them.”
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