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KIM BALDWIN. Erin’s face, her hands, her body, and the way she moved
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Erin’s face, her hands, her body, and the way she moved. And ordinarily, she got plenty of opportunities to do just that.
But not tonight. Tonight, Erin seemed much more keenly aware of Gable’s surreptitious scrutiny. Nearly every time she stole a glance as they ate, and cleaned up, and later watched a movie together on television, she found Erin was either already watching her, or else she would quickly seem to sense Gable’s eyes and look up.
Gable always glanced quickly away, afraid that Erin would discover the depth of her feelings. Erin never said a word about it, but by the end of the evening Gable had severely curtailed her efforts to observe her in secret. She didn’t want to risk putting distance between them again, though Erin acted as if everything was F ne now.
“I’d like to reciprocate and invite you to dinner tomorrow,” Gable said as the movie credits rolled. “Do you have plans?”
“I’m all yours,” Erin said, a pleased smile lighting her face. “I’ve got training, but I’ll get done before you do. What time should I come over?”
“Give me until six thirty to get home,” Gable said, suppressing a yawn as she got to her feet.
Erin followed her to the door. “You got it.”
Gable turned to say good-bye and found herself unexpectedly enfolded in a hug.
“Sorry again I was such a pain,” Erin mumbled into her chest.
“Stop apologizing,” Gable returned her embrace, then took a step back. “See you tomorrow, then. Sleep well.”
Erin gave her a long look. “You too, Gable. Pleasant dreams.”
As she drove home, Gable reminded herself not to get too used to spending evenings with Erin. Soon enough, she reckoned, some of the guys who’d been hovering at the picnic would ask her out. Just as soon as word got around that Tim was out of the picture. Enjoy it whileyou can.
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“So what are your plans for the weekend?” Erin asked the next evening as they sat on Gable’s porch after dinner, sipping coffee while watching the approaching dusk paint the sky with brilliant shades of pink and lavender.
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“I have to work tomorrow until F ve,” Gable said. “James took the day off for his daughter’s wedding.”
“James? Have you told me about him?”
“Guess I haven’t,” Gable said. “James is our part-time pharmacist.
He’s semiretired now, and just works Saturdays and whenever else I need an extra hand.”
“Well, that bites,” Erin said resignedly, the disappointment evident in her voice. “I have a training class tomorrow night, so Saturday’s out altogether. What about Sunday?”
“No plans,” Gable replied.
“Let’s do something fun,” Erin proposed. “Maybe take a drive up the Lake Michigan shore—hit a few antique shops, grab dinner somewhere?”
“Sounds great. Count me in.”
They had another pleasant, relaxed evening together, and Gable was treated to another impromptu hug good-bye when Erin departed for home. Once again, Erin seemed to be much more aware of Gable’s eyes on her than she used to be. What’s up with that? Gable wondered.
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Erin picked her up at ten on Sunday morning as they’d arranged, but begged a stop at her school before they set off on their excursion.
“I lost all my lesson plans in the tornado,” she explained as she pulled out of Gable’s drive and headed toward Pine River. “I’ve got some stuff at school that will help me try to recreate them, and I realized this morning I better get going on it. School starts pretty soon.”
She pulled into the school’s empty parking lot a few minutes later.
“Want to come in? Might take me a minute to F nd everything.”
“Sure,” Gable replied.
Erin had a key to the outside door of the band room, where she had a F le cabinet and locker for her supplies. As she started going through F les, pulling out what she needed, Gable took a look around. Wide shelves on one side of the room held an assortment of music cases, containing trombones and f utes, French horns and saxophones and a variety of other instruments.
“Do all these belong to the school?” she asked Erin.
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