Chapter Six
"Grace, honey," Eve smiled. Hugging her best friend lightly. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Holding Grace at arms' length and studying her. "Grace," she scolded. You haven't been following doctor's orders. I told you the search for your sister was simply too exhausting with all that you have going on. And before you say it's very important, don't. I'm well aware of that. But Grace. It's been years already. What's a few more days?" Grace opened her mouth to say something then closed it when she felt Sam's strong arm slip around her waist and heard his deep voice say, "That's exactly what I told her, Eve. But you know my wife," he said. Giving her a look of pure adoration. Causing Jessica to smile widely. And Kay to make exaggerated gagging motions to Simone. "Mom," Jessica said. Squeezing her mother's hand. "Maybe Dr. Russell's right. You do look tired. Just rest a few days. Me and Kay will help out. Won't we Kay?" she said. Smiling in satisfaction when Kay grumbled, "Yeah. We'll help out, Mom." "How did I get so lucky," Grace said. Hugging Jessica close and reaching out for Kay. Kay rolled her eyes in embarrassment.
"Come on, gang," T.C. interrupted. "They have our table ready." Kay rushed to take the seat that would give her the best view of Miguel as he waited tables. He'd been working at the Lobster Shack all summer. He only had a few more days left, though, before he quit. He was going out for the football team this year. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should try out for the cheerleading squad. She could see it now. Miguel running to the sidelines and pulling her into his strong arms after he'd just scored the winning touchdown in the championship game. She sighed in pleasure. Caught up in her fantasy. Until an unwelcome voice brought it all to a halt. "Oh Miguel! Hey everybody! Let's do a cheer for Miguel. My brother, the hero," Theresa sighed dreamily. "He used to wait tables at the Lobster Shack. He even waited on Ethan Crane once." Why the hell was she saying that? Kay thought. Jerking back to reality. Could she never catch a break? Her daydream hadn't just turned into a nightmare. Her evening had as well. There she was. Living and breathing. Right in front of her. "I'm cursed," Kay muttered. Burying her face into her hands. "Cursed. That's the only explanation."
"Kay?" Whitney asked curiously as Theresa settled into the seat beside her. "Are you alright?" Simone jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow, and barely suppressing her yelp of pain, Kay looked up. Straight at Whitney and Theresa and said in a pleasant voice, "I'm fine. Just dandy. I guess I got a little dizzy. Haven't eaten with all the excitement. You know. First day of school and all," she replied sweetly. Rolling her eyes when Theresa launched into one of her spiels about how she and Whitney were oh-so- important. Seniors. "Would you listen to her, Simone? I bet she didn't pay the slightest attention in any of her classes today. Probably scrawled a million different versions of Mrs. Ethan Crane in that creepy little scratchbook she keeps like a treasure. Did you know she has a picture of Ethan in there when he was a baby? Butt naked in the tub. Miguel says she stole it from some pictures their mother had. I wonder how Mr. High and Mighty would feel if he found that out?" she giggled evilly. And Simone couldn't help but laugh along with her.
Eve smiled at the two in amusement. For as long as she could remember, they'd been like that. Actually.it was more like a trio. Except for the last couple of years, Miguel had never been too far behind them. She watched in amazement how Kay lit up like Christmas when Miguel came to the table to take their orders. She hid her smile behind her napkin. Kay was in love with her best friend. And poor Miguel.poor guy had no clue. She listened absentmindedly as T.C. ordered for them both and scanned the crowd. Recognizing several townspeople. Waving as she spotted Luis and Pilar walking through the door. Good, she thought. Both mother and son needed a night out on the town for once. Luis-more than any of Pilar's children-had been forced to grow up so quickly after his father's disappearance. He had so many responsibilities. She nodded her head when Grace whispered, "It's good to see them out, isn't it? Sam says Luis has no personal life. All his time is spent taking care of his family, the townspeople of Harmony, the kids at the Youth Center. And look at Pilar. She looks so proud. I'm going to go say hi. Eve? You want to come?" Eve laid her napkin down and followed Grace. Slowing when she lay eyes on a most unsettling, unwelcome sight. Julian Crane. Of all the places.why the Lobster Shack?
The scowl on Julian's face turned into a full-fledged grin as he leered at the lovely Dr. Russell. Maybe dinner at the Lobster Shack wasn't such a bad idea after all. He'd have to thank Ethan later. He winked appreciatively at his former flame. Chuckling when a look of disgust marred her features. He knew it was all an act. The good Dr. Russell still wanted him. He was sure of it. "Julian? Julian?" Ivy huffed. "Whatever has you in such a daze? One minute you're blustering about lowering ourselves down to the level of the 'common folk.' The next you're staring straight ahead in a delighted stupor. Have you been drinking again?" she asked. Patting him down looking for the hidden flask of alcohol he usually wore like an appendage. "Oh, Ivy," he growled. "You didn't need that excuse to frisk me, pet." Ivy's mouth dropped open in horror. Without thinking, she shoved him. Right into Miguel. Who was carrying a tray full of drinks. Drinks that flew into the air. Gwen watched. Rooted to the spot as they dropped down. Drenching her. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. Her blond hair hanging in strings about her face. Her expensive summer dress clinging to her body like a wet tee-shirt. Ethan-true to form-started issuing threats blindly. Threats that he'd have Miguel's job. Until Luis stepped in. Towering above him. Daring him to threaten him. Pilar grabbed at Luis's hand. Pleading with him in Spanish to stop. Ethan immediately backed down upon seeing Pilar. "Oh, Pilar. I'm so sorry," he apologized. Glaring at Luis while Ivy rushed to assure him the spill was actually all her fault.
Ivy took Gwen's hand and led her to the ladies room. Hoping to save her some humiliation. Desperately trying to hide her own smile when Gwen caught sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh," she said. Throwing her arms up in the air. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad? I'm leaving. I can't let another person see me this way." "But Gwen," Ivy placated. "We can get a table outside. A private table. No one will notice you there," she lied. "Besides.Sheridan was thrilled when Ethan told her you were coming. You don't want to disappoint her, do you? We both know that lush of a husband of mine will be anything but welcoming to his sister. Especially considering she's taken it upon herself to teach French at the local high school. She needs another friendly face, don't you think? Here," Ivy said. Pulling Gwen's hair back from her face. "I'll even help you do your hair." "Okay," Gwen sighed. "I don't want to disappoint Sheridan. Goodness knows Julian.er, I mean Mr. Crane.will do a fine job of that himself." Ivy laughed and squeezed Gwen's shoulders. Then busily set about repairing the damage she was really to blame for.
Ethan sat at the table on the terrace. A scowl on his face remembering the arrogance of Pilar's son. Where did he get off? He crossed his arms angrily and practically bit the young, skittish waitress's head off when she asked him what he wanted to drink. "Definitely not iced tea!" The young blond jumped back nervously and turned her attention to Julian. Taking his order. "Father!" Ethan said in exasperation as he caught his father studying the girl's backside as she walked away. "What would Mother think?" "Oh, I'm sure Ivy wouldn't be surprised," came a voice behind him. Ethan's bad mood evaporated as he rose to his feet to hug his aunt. "Aunt Sheridan! I was almost ready to send out a search party," he teased. "I must say, all that time was well-spent. You look breathtaking, Aunt Sheridan. You're the envy of every woman here." Sheridan's blue eyes lit up in pleasure and kissed Ethan soundly on the cheek. "You have to say that. You're my nephew," she smiled. Sitting down in the seat Ethan gestured to. "Julian," she said in greeting. Offering her brother a reserved smile. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Genuinely happy to see him. Despite the fact that he drove her crazy most of the time. She guessed absence did make the heart grow fonder. "You're my sister. I'm not completely heartless," he said gruffly. And Sheridan smiled. The smile on her face faded when he looked at his suroundings and shuddered. "Is this a sign of things to come now that my sister has taken it upon herself to teach the poor and unfortunate a foreign language? What is it? French?"
Sheridan shook her head and rose from her seat. "I need some air, Ethan. Please excuse me." Ethan started to stand up. Ready to go with her. But she brushed him off. "I think it's better if I'm alone for a little while," she smiled apologectically. Ethan turned back to Julian with a frown. "Now see what you've done, Father. I think it's admirable what Aunt Sheridan's doing." Julian arched a brow at him and opened his mouth to reply, but he was saved by the arrival of Gwen and his darling wife. Ethan jumped to his feet to pull out a chair for Gwen. Julian glared back at Ivy when she looked at him. Waiting for him to do the same. Finally giving up and seating herself with a hmph. "Where's Sheridan?" Gwen asked. Noticing the purse in the seat beside her. Ethan took a deep breath and said, "Her and Father had some words," Ethan answered. "She needed some air." Ivy smiled as she watched Pilar's son walk past them. In the direction Ethan told them Sheridan had headed. She'd already heard about Sheridan and Luis's little run-in at the Book Café. Something was definitely cooking there. She couldn't be happier.
Luis stuffed his hands in his pockets in frustration. Miguel had just informed him he was quitting his job in a few days. It wouldn't have fazed him in the least if he had been fired because of the incident with the damn Cranes. He was quitting so he could go out for football. He didn't begrudge his little brother anything. But without his paycheck coming in, paying the bills would be a lot tougher. He'd have to talk with Sam about pulling some more overtime. And getting someone else to take over some of the responsibilities at the Youth Center. Maybe Hank would be interested, he thought absentmindedly as he walked along the wharf. He was so distracted he didn't notice her until it was too late, and they crashed into each other. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am," he apologized. Offering the woman a hand. "It's okay," she rushed to assure him, placing her small hand in his. He was astounded at the electricity he felt at her touch as he pulled her to her feet. He felt oddly elated when he looked into her eyes and found himself lost in the beautiful blue eyes of the stranger from the Book Café earlier. He smiled at her. And laughed when they exclaimed in unison, "You!"
Chapter Seven
"Would you please stop staring at me?" Gwen said. Her voice rising in irritation at that young waitress. "Not that I owe you any explanation, but one of your fellow employees dumped a whole tray full of iced tea on me. "I'm.s-s-s-sorry, Ma'am," the young girl stuttered. Fleeing once more. "Gwen, dear," Julian commiserated. "The service at this.let's just say Shack is an appropriate name for the place.is simply dreadful. I agree with you. I say we ditch this place and go to a more fitting establishment. Say the Seascape." "Julian," Ivy hissed reproachfully. "What about Sheridan? We can't just leave her. And besides, the Lobster Shack," she said stumbling over the name, "is known around Harmony as one of the town's finest restaurants." "Oh, I'm sure that homeless chap we passed in the parking lot thinks it's worthy of five stars," he replied snootily. "Ugh!" Ivy groaned in disgust. Throwing her napkin at his face. Julian glared at her. "Mother.Father," Ethan said in exasperation. "Try to get along. Please. At least for one night. I wonder what's keeping Aunt Sheridan?" he mused. His eyes searching for her familiar form. Giving up and rising to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said. Walking back inside the Lobster Shack.
"Theresa," Whitney said. "Honey, you don't even like lobster that much. Why did you order it?" "Because, Whit. Miguel told me." "Wait! Don't tell me," Whitney guessed. Cutting her off. "Ethan Crane ordered the same thing. Have I told you lately how hopeless you are?" Whitney smiled. She had as much luck making an impression as a gnat where Theresa was concerned. A person couldn't say the girl wasn't focused. Too bad all her energy was wasted on Ethan Crane. An impossible dream. Whitney scooted her chair a little farther away from Theresa. She was dangerous when it came to lobster. It was always a mighty battle. But ultimately.Theresa lost every time.
"Kay," Simone whispered. "I really don't think you should be sitting there," she said. Nodding her head in Theresa's direction. "Believe me. Last time she conked some poor unsuspecting little kid on the head. The father blasted Daddy saying she gave his little girl a concussion." Kay's dark eyes widened in disbelief. But she followed Simone's advice. Moving herself out of the line of fire. Mumbling "moron" under her breath. "I'm telling you, Simone. The world would be a much safer place if Theresa were put in a straitjacket where she belongs." "Kay!" Simone giggled. "I'm not kidding. I've spent enough time over at the Lopez-Fitzgeralds. I know how she is. There's a reason Miguel practically lives at our house," she said with a straight face. Maybe she had a point, Simone conceded.
"So...how was the first day at school girls?" Sam asked. "Okay," Kay mumbled. Stuffing another forkful of salad in her mouth. "It was great, Chief Bennett," Simone aswered politely. "Really?" Grace asked with a smile. "Kay doesn't seem as impressed," she teased. "Oh...don't mind her," Jessica said with a wave of her hand. "She's just mad 'cause this new girl intruded on her territory," she finished with a smirk. "She was really nice. And pretty. And Miguel seemed to like her. A lot," Jessica stressed. Looking her sister right in the eye. She loved getting the best of Kay.
"What did you think, Theresa?" Eve asked. Wanting to draw Theresa--and Whitney--into their conversation. "Oh, it was wonderful," Theresa gushed. Whitney hung her head. Not a good idea, Mom, she thought. Any minute now she's going to launch into...She sighed. Who knew what Theresa would do next? They were best friends. But for the life of her, Whitney couldn't understand how Theresa's brain worked. It was really strange. "...and you know what the best part of the day was?" Theresa asked breathlessly. "There's a new French teacher..." "I didn't think you had French, Theresa," T.C. said. Confused. "Oh, I don't, Coach Russell. Not anymore. But you see?" she continued. Without missing a beat. "There's this great new French teacher." "I can vouch for that," Jessica interrupted with a smile. "I asked her if I could be her teacher's aide. And she said 'yes' immediately. Ms. Crane's really nice."
"Whoa! Hold up a minute, Jess," Sam said in disbelief. "Did you just say what I think you said?" Jessica looked at her father in puzzlement. "Yes, she did, Chief Bennett," Theresa bubbled. "That's what I've been trying to tell all of you. Ethan Crane's aunt is the new French teacher. Isn't that wonderful?!?! she exclaimed happily. Beaming with pleasure. "Sugar Bear? Is it true?" T.C. asked. Jaw clenched. He hated Julian. He didn't see why he it would be any different with his sister. "Coach Russell," Kay spoke up. "It's alright. She really is cool. A lot fairer than the last teacher. I think I'm going to like her," she admitted grudgingly. "Wow, T.C. That's really saying a lot. Because Kay despises French," Grace smiled. T.C. laughed and the whole group breathed a sigh of relief and went back to enjoying their meal.
Theresa gazed off into space. Fantasizing about what else? Becoming Mrs. Ethan Crane. And having him feed her lobster. She didn't care for lobster much. But for Ethan...for Ethan she could learn to LOVE it. And that's exactly what she was going to do, she thought. Attacking her poor lobster once again. "Duck!" Simone yelled as a piece of it went flying through the air. Kay raised her head again and glared at Theresa. "Sorry," Theresa smiled sheepishly. "Um, Simone. I think I'm going to the ladies' room. Care to join me?" When Simone didn't answer, she kicked her shin under the table. "Ouch!" Simone grumbled. Getting up and following Kay. "Kay? What is it this time?"
"Nothing, Simone. I just thought we should get out of there quick. Before Theresa kills one of us," she smirked. "You know what?" she asked. A devious grin on her face as she watched Miguel pass by. "Maybe we should go back." "Nope, Kay," Simone said. Casting her a suspicious look and tugging her arm. "I know exactly what you're thinking. And it isn't going to happen."
"I've had enough," Julian scowled. "I'm going home. If you insist on waiting here for that dear sister of mine, Ivy, so be it. But you won't have a ride home. I'm taking the limo. And Charles," he huffed. Gwen rose to her feet as well. "I'm really sorry, Ivy," she apologized. "But if I stay here much longer...I'll be the laughing stock of Harmony. Please forgive me," she pleaded. A hopeful expression on her face. "Oh! Alright," Ivy sighed. "But I am kind of worried. This isn't like Sheridan. Not at all." "For goodness sakes, Woman! My sister's a grown woman. She can take care of herself perfectly well, I assure you. It's not like she hasn't done it her entire life," Julian blustered. "Yes, she has. Hasn't she?" Ivy replied. Acid in her voice. Her blue eyes like ice at she glared at her husband for the millionth time that evening. Off to the side, Gwen rolled her eyes. If they hated each other so much, why didn't they just get a divorce, she wondered. "I'm going to go get Ethan," she said. Walking back into the Lobster Shack. Ignoring the curious looks of the other customers. She spotted him talking to Pilar. "Excuse me, Pilar," she said warmly. "Ethan. Darling. We're leaving. Your father refuses to wait another minute." "Okay," he sighed. Kissing her cheek. "Bye, Pilar. I'll see you tomorrow," he said. Turning to leave. When he heard "Look out!" He ducked just in time. But Gwen...Gwen wasn't so lucky, he thought. Cringing. She was knocked out cold. "Oh my goodness!" a pretty young brunette cried. Rushing to his side. "Is she alright?" she asked. Her big brown eyes wide. "Oh my head," Gwen moaned. Sitting up. Rubbing at the fairly large red bump on it. "That's it! I'm never coming here again," she wailed.
Meanwhile...at the wharf
"The lady from the Book Café," Luis smiled. Still holding her hand in his. "Let me ask you something," he grinned. "Are you always this.graceful?" he asked. Quirking his dark brows. "Or just around me?" he laughed. Sheridan burst into laughter. He was right. Twice they had crossed paths now. And both times she had looked like a royal klutz. "I think it's just around you," she admitted. A blush making her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Mama always told me I had that effect on people. Especially the ladies," he teased. "Are you bragging, Luis?" she scoffed with a goodnatured smile on her face. "Maybe," he smiled back. Brown eyes sparkling at her. They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Before the sound of a foghorn had them jumping apart. It was then Sheridan realized he'd been holding her hand the entire time. It was a totally strange feeling to her. Considering she'd just met him. But she missed the feel of his hand in hers, she thought. Running her own hand through her hair. And catching sight of her watch. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I've been gone much too long. I told my family I was going for a walk," she explained as she rushed away. Luis following close behind. Surprised when they arrived back at the Lobster Shack. "You're here with your family," he panted. "Yes," she said distractedly. Where were they? she wondered as they walked back into the Lobster Shack. "Oh my god! Ethan! What happened?" Luis looked from Sheridan to Ethan and back. A permanent expression of surprise etched on his face.
Chapter Eight
"Oh," Gwen moaned pitifully. Holding the ice pack to the swelling bump on her head. Pilar hovered like a concerned Mother Hen, and Ethan looked up at the sound of Sheridan's voice. "Aunt Sheridan! Where've you been?" he said. Jumping to his feet. "At the wharf," Sheridan answered. Doing a double take when she saw Gwen. "What happened?" she repeated. "How'd Gwen get that big knot on her head?" The tiny brunette beside him wrung her hands and said, "It's all my fault. My hand slipped.and the.it went flying out.it was an accident."
"Theresa," Luis said. "You did this?" Sheridan turned to Luis in confusion. "You know each other," she asked. Afraid of his answer. "Yeah," Luis said. "This walking disaster here is my sister." Sheridan's mouth hung open in astonishment as she realized Luis's sister and the girl she had met today at school were one in the same. "It was an accident, Ms. Crane. You have to believe me," she said earnestly. Fat tears pooling in her brown eyes.
"It was an accident, alright," Kay muttered sarcastically to Simone in the background. "More like attempted murder." "Oh, Kay," Simone sighed. "Quit being ridiculous." But she couldn't help snickering as she remembered how the piece of lobster had shot out of Theresa's plate like a projectile missile. "Look at that drama queen," Kay continued in disgust as she watched Theresa. Her trembling was visible from a few feet away. "She looks like she's having a seizure."
"Gwen, dear," Ivy soothed. "It isn't that bad. Really. I'm sure it won't show up at all with a little make-up." "You really think so?" Gwen whined. "There isn't enough make-up in the free world," Julian muttered. "Julian!" Ivy raged as Gwen's face crumpled, and she started sobbing. The humiliation too much for her. "I can't be on the front of Society Magazine like this," she cried.
Luis watched the whole exchange in amazement. It was almost surreal. ""Whitney," he said. Motioning her nearer. "Would you please get Theresa out of here before something else happens." "Sure, Luis," she said. Walking over to Theresa and taking her by the hand. Leading her outside. Sheridan watched as her nephew tended to his girlfriend. Harmony was anything but dull. She snuck a smile at Luis and was confused by the blank look on his face.
"Eve. You're a doctor. Why don't you go see if you can help?" Grace said. "Grace," she balked. "It's not that bad..." She sighed. Pushing her chair back and making her way over to the rapidly growing crowd. T.C.'s jaw clenched as he saw Julian give his wife the once-over. "This is turning into a three-ring circus," Sam said. "Maybe I should do something," he said. Kissing his wife on the cheek. "Well, T.C.," Grace said. "Who knew dinner at the Lobster Shack could be so eventful?" she laughed.
Chapter Nine
Sheridan tapped her pencil absentmindedly against her desk. Lost in thought. About last night. And the weird expression on Luis's handsome face when he saw Ethan. Why the face, she wondered. What could possibly be behind his reaction? "Ms. Crane? Ms. Crane? Are you okay?" a sweet voice asked. Interrupting her musings. Which had begun to stray from the funny look on Luis's face to just how sexy the man looked last night. And he wasn't even dressed to the nines. She'd pay good money to see the man in a tux. Or.She blushed as another image popped into her head. Oh my god, Sheridan, she chastised herself. You only met the guy yesterday. You are in so much trouble girl. "Hmm? Oh! I'm so sorry! Jessica, isn't it?" she said. Offering the young girl in front her a warm smile. Jessica grinned back at her. "Yeah. Good daydream?" she teased. Giggling as Sheridan blushed several shades of red. "Caught me," Sheridan laughed. Her head bowed.
"So." Jessica began. Changing the subject as she took the desk directly in front of Sheridan's. "What's the first thing you want me to do?" she asked brightly. Sheridan smiled at her enthusiasm. "Well," she said. Getting up from her chair and leaning against the desk. "Since it's only the second day of school, there's really nothing for you to do yet. How about you tell me more about yourself? I want to get to know all my students. Especially the girl brave enough to volunteer to be my aide. I am the new kid on the block, after all," she laughed. "Weren't you the slightest bit afraid I'd be like.like." "Mrs. Croweley?" Jessica asked with a shudder. "Yes," Sheridan admitted sheepishly. "Nobody's as mean as Mrs. Croweley," Jessica cringed. "Even Principal Reid's afraid of her." Sheridan giggled at the thought of that giant of a man being afraid of anybody. Jessica joined in her laughter. "Miss Bennett, " Sheridan gasped. Short of breath. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
After they finally calmed down, Jessica told her all about herself. And her family. "Kay's your sister?" Sheridan asked in surprise. "Different as night and day aren't we?" Jessica smiled. "You're telling me. What's going on between her and the boy that follows her around all the time?" Sheridan asked. Lowering her voice and feeling guilty. You're turning into a regular gossip, Sheridan, she told herself. But she was a naturally curious person. And Jessica was more than willing to tell her all the juicy tidbits about the good people in Harmony. "Reese?" Jessica said. Her eyes taking on a dreamy look reminiscent of Theresa. "He adores Kay," she said. Was that jealousy she detected in her voice? "But Kay won't give him the time of day. All she sees is what's on the outside. Not the person on the inside. Reese can be annoying sometimes. Well.most of the time," she amended with a smile. "But he's a good guy. And my sister treats him like dirt," she mumbled under her breath. "She likes someone else," Jessica muttered. Let me guess, Sheridan smiled as it dawned on her. Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald. Remembering how Kay had watched Miguel's every action this morning in class. She kept her thoughts to herself, though. Just enjoying Jessica's company. "Bye, Jessica," she waved . As the young girl walked out of her classroom with the next ring of the bell.
She glanced at her watch with a sigh. Noon. She'd forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, she realized when her stomach rumbled. And she hadn't packed anything either. She locked up her room and shut off the lights. How bad can cafeteria food be? Nothing could top the experience at the Lobster Shack last night. She wrinkled her nose at the selections. Finally deciding on a salad. She carried her tray over to a table at the far end of the building. Okay Sheridan, she told herself. Time to meet some of your fellow teachers. She bit her lip. Resisting the urge to burst into laughter when a young teacher who'd introduced himself as Doug the day before scrambled to his feet. Offering her the seat next to him when there half a dozen free seats closer. She politely declined. Sitting instead by none other than Mrs. Croweley. Questioning her decision when the woman scowled at her darkly. She raised an eyebrow. Then quietly began eating her lunch. Well.attempting to. Somebody help me, she screamed inwardly as Doug droned on. Spouting any stupid thing that came to mind apparently. "Don't you just love the smell of fresh pencils?"
Sheridan nearly choked when the petite redhead beside her whispered, "It's the same thing every year. The man's got an obsession with 'em. Said the exact line to me my first day last year. By the way," she said, "my name's Suzie. I'm right down the hall from you. You really had those kids going in there this morning. Kept me from falling asleep," she divulged. Causing Sheridan to laugh. "I'm Sheridan. Nice to meet you."
They shared a friendly conversation for the remainder of the lunch period. Walking back to their classrooms together. Sheridan slowed her steps when she realized she had a visitor. "Ms. Crane," Theresa gushed. "I wanted to apologize again for last night. Ethan must have been so upset. Oh! And Ms. Hotchkiss," Sheridan looked at her oddly. Ethan? What was she talking about? Gwen was the one with the bulging knot on her head. "It's okay, Theresa," she said. Unlocking her door. "GWEN and Ethan both know it was just an accident." "But the photo shoot," Theresa said. Wringing her hands. "Canceled," Sheridan said with a smile. "Really," she began. "Neither one of them blames you. It's all forgotten." "But still, " Theresa jabbered. "I feel so guilty. That's why," she said dramatically, "I'm inviting you all over to my house for dinner Thursday. Please say yes," she said. Grabbing Sheridan's hands in hers. "I have to do something to make up for last night. Mama feels bad, too. It was her idea," Theresa babbled. "She wants to make it up to Ethan." "I don't know, Theresa," Sheridan hesitated. "But Ms. Crane," Theresa said. Her brown eyes welling up with tears. "I'll never forgive myself for last night. I have to do SOMETHING to make up for it. Please say yes. Please." Sheridan sighed. She didn't want to be responsible for making Theresa cry. And she knew from last night the girl could most definitely could cry. Besides.she'd see Luis again. "Okay," she said. "I'll do my best." Laughing as Theresa nearly crushed her in her embrace. "Oh thank you so much, Ms. Crane!" she squealed exuberantly. Sheridan collapsed in her seat as soon as Theresa practically skipped out of the room. Gwen was going to have her head. Maybe they should wear helmets at the dinner table. She giggled helplessly at that mental image. Then groaned as she thought about Luis. Again. This time in a football uniform. Sheridan! Stop it! But it was useless. She covered her face with her hands. WHAT was she going to do?
Chapter Ten
"Oh Whit! I cannot wait for Thursday!" Theresa squealed. Jumping up and down in excitement. Whitney shot her a confused glance before lobbing one last ball over the net. "What's so great about Thursday?" she asked distractedly. Catching Chad looking her way. "ETHAN CRANE is having dinner at my house! That's what!" Theresa gushed. "I'm going to dazzle him so much with my wonderful cooking, he's going to fall madly in love with me. And then we're going to run away and get married. And have the most beautiful children. A little boy that looks just like him with blue eyes. A little girl that looks just like yours truly," she grinned. "And I'm going to become the most successful fashion designer in the entire world." Whitney rolled her eyes helplessly. "Whoa! Wait just a minute! You've forgotten several IMPORTANT things, Theresa. The first one being Gwen. She's his girlfriend, Theresa. They've been together a long time. It's not like you can go abracadabra and 'poof' she's gone."
"But Whit. Don't you see? Ethan's going to fall in love with me and dump her like a hot potato. After Thursday, Gwen will be history. You can't fight fate, Whit. And that's what Ethan and I are. FATE. We're each other's destiny," she sighed dreamily. "IF he was your destiny, Theresa, you wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. And it would happen in its own time." Theresa ignored her. Twirling around and around like a silly school girl. "Whoa, girl," Chad said with a grin. "You ain't gonna burst out singing one of those tunes from The Sound of Music are you? Cause that just ain't my style." Whitney hid a smile as Theresa stopped mid-twirl. Nearly crashing to the gym floor and stared at Chad with wide brown eyes. "Name's Chad Harris," Chad said. Offering his hand. Theresa smiled broadly and took it. "Hi, Chad. I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald. Whitney's friend." "I kinda guessed that," he laughed. "No offense, girl, but 'normal' people don't act the way you was doing in front of strangers." Theresa just giggled. "Haven't you ever been in love before?" Whitney piped up. "Don't mind her. She's not really in love. It's more of an obsession," she said. Cutting her eyes back to Theresa. Theresa still had that moony look on her face. Nothing or no one could bring the girl down. "Oh, hush up, Whitney. I AM in love. You're just jealous."
Whitney choked in surprise. "I am most certainly NOT jealous," she huffed. Ignoring the curious glance Chad gave her. "You're delusional. Especially if you think Ethan's GIRLFRIEND is just going to step aside and let you have him. How'd you get him to come anyway? Considering you nearly killed Gwen the other night?" Chad arched a brow in surprise. Holding up his hands and laughing. "Um.maybe I should get back to work," he said. Backing away cautiously. "Whitney!" Theresa yelled in exasperation. "It was an accident. And I asked Ms. Crane, too. She said she'd make sure Ethan comes. AND Gwen," she admitted reluctantly. "BUT remember Whit.it's." "Fate," Whitney cut her off. "Uh huh. Yeah. I get it. Keep telling yourself that, Theresa. You're not doing anyone any favors. You're taking this fate stuff too seriously," Whitney said. Leaving Theresa alone with Chad. And walking across the gym to meet Simone and Kay.
"What are you two doing here?" Whitney asked them. Looking at Simone suspiciously as she craned her neck around her. A huge grin taking over her entire face when she spotted Chad. Well.it had to be Chad, Whitney thought. Simone NEVER had that reaction when she saw Theresa. "Simone? What are you doing here?" Kay nudged Simone with an elbow. "Ouch! What was that for?" she exclaimed. Rubbing her sore side. And glaring at Kay. "Whitney's wondering what we're doing here, Simone? Why ARE we here?" Kay asked. Dark eyes narrowed. "Oh," Simone said sweetly. "We just came to watch you practice, Whitney." "Why?" Whitney asked suspiciously. "You were never interested in watching me practice before. You don't even like tennis, Simone. What's going on here?" "Nothing," Kay answered for her. "We were just bored. That's all. We don't have to watch your stupid practice anyway. Come on, Simone," she said. Dragging Simone toward Coach Russell's office. "Kay!" Simone hissed. "What'd you do that for? We can't." "We can't what, Simone? Oh, I get it. You're wanting to spy on Chad, aren't you? Simone!"
"Girls. What are you doing here?" T.C. asked. "Need something?" Simone noticed Ms. Crane standing beside her father and said, "Uh.no, Daddy. Just dropping by to say hi before we go to the Book Café to hang out a while." T.C. hugged Simone. "That's my Sugar Bear," he said proudly. "Daddy," Simone blushed in embarrassment. Glancing at Sheridan. "Oh," T.C. Relinquishing his hold. And stepping back. "Hi, Ms. Crane," Simone smiled. "Hi," Kay waved. "Ms. Crane here," T.C. said. Smiling in Sheridan's direction. "Sheridan," he amended, "wants to help out somehow in her spare time as a way to get to know her students better. Why don't you girls show her around while I go talk to Whitney?" "Okay, Daddy," Simone said. Clasping her hands together. "Come on, Ms. Crane," she said. Leading the way outside. "So.how you like it at Harmony High so far?" Simone asked pleasantly as they walked by the athletic fields.
"It's nice," Sheridan smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here. I have some pretty good students. And your sister, Kay, is a great help to me already." "Hmm?" Kay said dazedly. An appreciative smile on her face as she watched Miguel working out on the football field. Muscles rippling and glistening with sweat. Oh my god, she thought to herself. Miguel looks so good. "Kay?" Sheridan asked with a laugh. "Are you still with us?" "I'm sorry," Kay apologized. "I was.I was." "You were looking for me, weren't you, my love?" Reese interrupted. Kissing her sloppily on the cheek. "Well look no more. I'm here," he said with a grin. Pushing his glasses farther back on his nose. "And Charity, too. Oh, please forgive me. I didn't see you, Ms. Crane," Reese blushed. Sheridan smiled back at him. Nerd or not. She thought he was adorable. "That's okay. Hi Charity," she waved at the shy young blond. Whose gaze was also fixed on Miguel. Charity smiled at her graciously. Blushing a bright pink when she realized she'd been caught. "Why don't you two join us?" Sheridan suggested. Simone and Kay are giving me the grand tour." Reese and Charity readily agreed. And it didn't escape Sheridan that Kay was less than pleased.
"Grace, honey," Eve smiled. Hugging her best friend lightly. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Holding Grace at arms' length and studying her. "Grace," she scolded. You haven't been following doctor's orders. I told you the search for your sister was simply too exhausting with all that you have going on. And before you say it's very important, don't. I'm well aware of that. But Grace. It's been years already. What's a few more days?" Grace opened her mouth to say something then closed it when she felt Sam's strong arm slip around her waist and heard his deep voice say, "That's exactly what I told her, Eve. But you know my wife," he said. Giving her a look of pure adoration. Causing Jessica to smile widely. And Kay to make exaggerated gagging motions to Simone. "Mom," Jessica said. Squeezing her mother's hand. "Maybe Dr. Russell's right. You do look tired. Just rest a few days. Me and Kay will help out. Won't we Kay?" she said. Smiling in satisfaction when Kay grumbled, "Yeah. We'll help out, Mom." "How did I get so lucky," Grace said. Hugging Jessica close and reaching out for Kay. Kay rolled her eyes in embarrassment.
"Come on, gang," T.C. interrupted. "They have our table ready." Kay rushed to take the seat that would give her the best view of Miguel as he waited tables. He'd been working at the Lobster Shack all summer. He only had a few more days left, though, before he quit. He was going out for the football team this year. She smiled to herself. Maybe she should try out for the cheerleading squad. She could see it now. Miguel running to the sidelines and pulling her into his strong arms after he'd just scored the winning touchdown in the championship game. She sighed in pleasure. Caught up in her fantasy. Until an unwelcome voice brought it all to a halt. "Oh Miguel! Hey everybody! Let's do a cheer for Miguel. My brother, the hero," Theresa sighed dreamily. "He used to wait tables at the Lobster Shack. He even waited on Ethan Crane once." Why the hell was she saying that? Kay thought. Jerking back to reality. Could she never catch a break? Her daydream hadn't just turned into a nightmare. Her evening had as well. There she was. Living and breathing. Right in front of her. "I'm cursed," Kay muttered. Burying her face into her hands. "Cursed. That's the only explanation."
"Kay?" Whitney asked curiously as Theresa settled into the seat beside her. "Are you alright?" Simone jabbed her in the ribs with her elbow, and barely suppressing her yelp of pain, Kay looked up. Straight at Whitney and Theresa and said in a pleasant voice, "I'm fine. Just dandy. I guess I got a little dizzy. Haven't eaten with all the excitement. You know. First day of school and all," she replied sweetly. Rolling her eyes when Theresa launched into one of her spiels about how she and Whitney were oh-so- important. Seniors. "Would you listen to her, Simone? I bet she didn't pay the slightest attention in any of her classes today. Probably scrawled a million different versions of Mrs. Ethan Crane in that creepy little scratchbook she keeps like a treasure. Did you know she has a picture of Ethan in there when he was a baby? Butt naked in the tub. Miguel says she stole it from some pictures their mother had. I wonder how Mr. High and Mighty would feel if he found that out?" she giggled evilly. And Simone couldn't help but laugh along with her.
Eve smiled at the two in amusement. For as long as she could remember, they'd been like that. Actually.it was more like a trio. Except for the last couple of years, Miguel had never been too far behind them. She watched in amazement how Kay lit up like Christmas when Miguel came to the table to take their orders. She hid her smile behind her napkin. Kay was in love with her best friend. And poor Miguel.poor guy had no clue. She listened absentmindedly as T.C. ordered for them both and scanned the crowd. Recognizing several townspeople. Waving as she spotted Luis and Pilar walking through the door. Good, she thought. Both mother and son needed a night out on the town for once. Luis-more than any of Pilar's children-had been forced to grow up so quickly after his father's disappearance. He had so many responsibilities. She nodded her head when Grace whispered, "It's good to see them out, isn't it? Sam says Luis has no personal life. All his time is spent taking care of his family, the townspeople of Harmony, the kids at the Youth Center. And look at Pilar. She looks so proud. I'm going to go say hi. Eve? You want to come?" Eve laid her napkin down and followed Grace. Slowing when she lay eyes on a most unsettling, unwelcome sight. Julian Crane. Of all the places.why the Lobster Shack?
The scowl on Julian's face turned into a full-fledged grin as he leered at the lovely Dr. Russell. Maybe dinner at the Lobster Shack wasn't such a bad idea after all. He'd have to thank Ethan later. He winked appreciatively at his former flame. Chuckling when a look of disgust marred her features. He knew it was all an act. The good Dr. Russell still wanted him. He was sure of it. "Julian? Julian?" Ivy huffed. "Whatever has you in such a daze? One minute you're blustering about lowering ourselves down to the level of the 'common folk.' The next you're staring straight ahead in a delighted stupor. Have you been drinking again?" she asked. Patting him down looking for the hidden flask of alcohol he usually wore like an appendage. "Oh, Ivy," he growled. "You didn't need that excuse to frisk me, pet." Ivy's mouth dropped open in horror. Without thinking, she shoved him. Right into Miguel. Who was carrying a tray full of drinks. Drinks that flew into the air. Gwen watched. Rooted to the spot as they dropped down. Drenching her. "Oh my god!" she shrieked. Her blond hair hanging in strings about her face. Her expensive summer dress clinging to her body like a wet tee-shirt. Ethan-true to form-started issuing threats blindly. Threats that he'd have Miguel's job. Until Luis stepped in. Towering above him. Daring him to threaten him. Pilar grabbed at Luis's hand. Pleading with him in Spanish to stop. Ethan immediately backed down upon seeing Pilar. "Oh, Pilar. I'm so sorry," he apologized. Glaring at Luis while Ivy rushed to assure him the spill was actually all her fault.
Ivy took Gwen's hand and led her to the ladies room. Hoping to save her some humiliation. Desperately trying to hide her own smile when Gwen caught sight of herself in the mirror. "Oh," she said. Throwing her arms up in the air. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad? I'm leaving. I can't let another person see me this way." "But Gwen," Ivy placated. "We can get a table outside. A private table. No one will notice you there," she lied. "Besides.Sheridan was thrilled when Ethan told her you were coming. You don't want to disappoint her, do you? We both know that lush of a husband of mine will be anything but welcoming to his sister. Especially considering she's taken it upon herself to teach French at the local high school. She needs another friendly face, don't you think? Here," Ivy said. Pulling Gwen's hair back from her face. "I'll even help you do your hair." "Okay," Gwen sighed. "I don't want to disappoint Sheridan. Goodness knows Julian.er, I mean Mr. Crane.will do a fine job of that himself." Ivy laughed and squeezed Gwen's shoulders. Then busily set about repairing the damage she was really to blame for.
Ethan sat at the table on the terrace. A scowl on his face remembering the arrogance of Pilar's son. Where did he get off? He crossed his arms angrily and practically bit the young, skittish waitress's head off when she asked him what he wanted to drink. "Definitely not iced tea!" The young blond jumped back nervously and turned her attention to Julian. Taking his order. "Father!" Ethan said in exasperation as he caught his father studying the girl's backside as she walked away. "What would Mother think?" "Oh, I'm sure Ivy wouldn't be surprised," came a voice behind him. Ethan's bad mood evaporated as he rose to his feet to hug his aunt. "Aunt Sheridan! I was almost ready to send out a search party," he teased. "I must say, all that time was well-spent. You look breathtaking, Aunt Sheridan. You're the envy of every woman here." Sheridan's blue eyes lit up in pleasure and kissed Ethan soundly on the cheek. "You have to say that. You're my nephew," she smiled. Sitting down in the seat Ethan gestured to. "Julian," she said in greeting. Offering her brother a reserved smile. "I'm so glad you could make it," she said. Genuinely happy to see him. Despite the fact that he drove her crazy most of the time. She guessed absence did make the heart grow fonder. "You're my sister. I'm not completely heartless," he said gruffly. And Sheridan smiled. The smile on her face faded when he looked at his suroundings and shuddered. "Is this a sign of things to come now that my sister has taken it upon herself to teach the poor and unfortunate a foreign language? What is it? French?"
Sheridan shook her head and rose from her seat. "I need some air, Ethan. Please excuse me." Ethan started to stand up. Ready to go with her. But she brushed him off. "I think it's better if I'm alone for a little while," she smiled apologectically. Ethan turned back to Julian with a frown. "Now see what you've done, Father. I think it's admirable what Aunt Sheridan's doing." Julian arched a brow at him and opened his mouth to reply, but he was saved by the arrival of Gwen and his darling wife. Ethan jumped to his feet to pull out a chair for Gwen. Julian glared back at Ivy when she looked at him. Waiting for him to do the same. Finally giving up and seating herself with a hmph. "Where's Sheridan?" Gwen asked. Noticing the purse in the seat beside her. Ethan took a deep breath and said, "Her and Father had some words," Ethan answered. "She needed some air." Ivy smiled as she watched Pilar's son walk past them. In the direction Ethan told them Sheridan had headed. She'd already heard about Sheridan and Luis's little run-in at the Book Café. Something was definitely cooking there. She couldn't be happier.
Luis stuffed his hands in his pockets in frustration. Miguel had just informed him he was quitting his job in a few days. It wouldn't have fazed him in the least if he had been fired because of the incident with the damn Cranes. He was quitting so he could go out for football. He didn't begrudge his little brother anything. But without his paycheck coming in, paying the bills would be a lot tougher. He'd have to talk with Sam about pulling some more overtime. And getting someone else to take over some of the responsibilities at the Youth Center. Maybe Hank would be interested, he thought absentmindedly as he walked along the wharf. He was so distracted he didn't notice her until it was too late, and they crashed into each other. "I'm so sorry, Ma'am," he apologized. Offering the woman a hand. "It's okay," she rushed to assure him, placing her small hand in his. He was astounded at the electricity he felt at her touch as he pulled her to her feet. He felt oddly elated when he looked into her eyes and found himself lost in the beautiful blue eyes of the stranger from the Book Café earlier. He smiled at her. And laughed when they exclaimed in unison, "You!"
Chapter Seven
"Would you please stop staring at me?" Gwen said. Her voice rising in irritation at that young waitress. "Not that I owe you any explanation, but one of your fellow employees dumped a whole tray full of iced tea on me. "I'm.s-s-s-sorry, Ma'am," the young girl stuttered. Fleeing once more. "Gwen, dear," Julian commiserated. "The service at this.let's just say Shack is an appropriate name for the place.is simply dreadful. I agree with you. I say we ditch this place and go to a more fitting establishment. Say the Seascape." "Julian," Ivy hissed reproachfully. "What about Sheridan? We can't just leave her. And besides, the Lobster Shack," she said stumbling over the name, "is known around Harmony as one of the town's finest restaurants." "Oh, I'm sure that homeless chap we passed in the parking lot thinks it's worthy of five stars," he replied snootily. "Ugh!" Ivy groaned in disgust. Throwing her napkin at his face. Julian glared at her. "Mother.Father," Ethan said in exasperation. "Try to get along. Please. At least for one night. I wonder what's keeping Aunt Sheridan?" he mused. His eyes searching for her familiar form. Giving up and rising to his feet. "I'll be right back," he said. Walking back inside the Lobster Shack.
"Theresa," Whitney said. "Honey, you don't even like lobster that much. Why did you order it?" "Because, Whit. Miguel told me." "Wait! Don't tell me," Whitney guessed. Cutting her off. "Ethan Crane ordered the same thing. Have I told you lately how hopeless you are?" Whitney smiled. She had as much luck making an impression as a gnat where Theresa was concerned. A person couldn't say the girl wasn't focused. Too bad all her energy was wasted on Ethan Crane. An impossible dream. Whitney scooted her chair a little farther away from Theresa. She was dangerous when it came to lobster. It was always a mighty battle. But ultimately.Theresa lost every time.
"Kay," Simone whispered. "I really don't think you should be sitting there," she said. Nodding her head in Theresa's direction. "Believe me. Last time she conked some poor unsuspecting little kid on the head. The father blasted Daddy saying she gave his little girl a concussion." Kay's dark eyes widened in disbelief. But she followed Simone's advice. Moving herself out of the line of fire. Mumbling "moron" under her breath. "I'm telling you, Simone. The world would be a much safer place if Theresa were put in a straitjacket where she belongs." "Kay!" Simone giggled. "I'm not kidding. I've spent enough time over at the Lopez-Fitzgeralds. I know how she is. There's a reason Miguel practically lives at our house," she said with a straight face. Maybe she had a point, Simone conceded.
"So...how was the first day at school girls?" Sam asked. "Okay," Kay mumbled. Stuffing another forkful of salad in her mouth. "It was great, Chief Bennett," Simone aswered politely. "Really?" Grace asked with a smile. "Kay doesn't seem as impressed," she teased. "Oh...don't mind her," Jessica said with a wave of her hand. "She's just mad 'cause this new girl intruded on her territory," she finished with a smirk. "She was really nice. And pretty. And Miguel seemed to like her. A lot," Jessica stressed. Looking her sister right in the eye. She loved getting the best of Kay.
"What did you think, Theresa?" Eve asked. Wanting to draw Theresa--and Whitney--into their conversation. "Oh, it was wonderful," Theresa gushed. Whitney hung her head. Not a good idea, Mom, she thought. Any minute now she's going to launch into...She sighed. Who knew what Theresa would do next? They were best friends. But for the life of her, Whitney couldn't understand how Theresa's brain worked. It was really strange. "...and you know what the best part of the day was?" Theresa asked breathlessly. "There's a new French teacher..." "I didn't think you had French, Theresa," T.C. said. Confused. "Oh, I don't, Coach Russell. Not anymore. But you see?" she continued. Without missing a beat. "There's this great new French teacher." "I can vouch for that," Jessica interrupted with a smile. "I asked her if I could be her teacher's aide. And she said 'yes' immediately. Ms. Crane's really nice."
"Whoa! Hold up a minute, Jess," Sam said in disbelief. "Did you just say what I think you said?" Jessica looked at her father in puzzlement. "Yes, she did, Chief Bennett," Theresa bubbled. "That's what I've been trying to tell all of you. Ethan Crane's aunt is the new French teacher. Isn't that wonderful?!?! she exclaimed happily. Beaming with pleasure. "Sugar Bear? Is it true?" T.C. asked. Jaw clenched. He hated Julian. He didn't see why he it would be any different with his sister. "Coach Russell," Kay spoke up. "It's alright. She really is cool. A lot fairer than the last teacher. I think I'm going to like her," she admitted grudgingly. "Wow, T.C. That's really saying a lot. Because Kay despises French," Grace smiled. T.C. laughed and the whole group breathed a sigh of relief and went back to enjoying their meal.
Theresa gazed off into space. Fantasizing about what else? Becoming Mrs. Ethan Crane. And having him feed her lobster. She didn't care for lobster much. But for Ethan...for Ethan she could learn to LOVE it. And that's exactly what she was going to do, she thought. Attacking her poor lobster once again. "Duck!" Simone yelled as a piece of it went flying through the air. Kay raised her head again and glared at Theresa. "Sorry," Theresa smiled sheepishly. "Um, Simone. I think I'm going to the ladies' room. Care to join me?" When Simone didn't answer, she kicked her shin under the table. "Ouch!" Simone grumbled. Getting up and following Kay. "Kay? What is it this time?"
"Nothing, Simone. I just thought we should get out of there quick. Before Theresa kills one of us," she smirked. "You know what?" she asked. A devious grin on her face as she watched Miguel pass by. "Maybe we should go back." "Nope, Kay," Simone said. Casting her a suspicious look and tugging her arm. "I know exactly what you're thinking. And it isn't going to happen."
"I've had enough," Julian scowled. "I'm going home. If you insist on waiting here for that dear sister of mine, Ivy, so be it. But you won't have a ride home. I'm taking the limo. And Charles," he huffed. Gwen rose to her feet as well. "I'm really sorry, Ivy," she apologized. "But if I stay here much longer...I'll be the laughing stock of Harmony. Please forgive me," she pleaded. A hopeful expression on her face. "Oh! Alright," Ivy sighed. "But I am kind of worried. This isn't like Sheridan. Not at all." "For goodness sakes, Woman! My sister's a grown woman. She can take care of herself perfectly well, I assure you. It's not like she hasn't done it her entire life," Julian blustered. "Yes, she has. Hasn't she?" Ivy replied. Acid in her voice. Her blue eyes like ice at she glared at her husband for the millionth time that evening. Off to the side, Gwen rolled her eyes. If they hated each other so much, why didn't they just get a divorce, she wondered. "I'm going to go get Ethan," she said. Walking back into the Lobster Shack. Ignoring the curious looks of the other customers. She spotted him talking to Pilar. "Excuse me, Pilar," she said warmly. "Ethan. Darling. We're leaving. Your father refuses to wait another minute." "Okay," he sighed. Kissing her cheek. "Bye, Pilar. I'll see you tomorrow," he said. Turning to leave. When he heard "Look out!" He ducked just in time. But Gwen...Gwen wasn't so lucky, he thought. Cringing. She was knocked out cold. "Oh my goodness!" a pretty young brunette cried. Rushing to his side. "Is she alright?" she asked. Her big brown eyes wide. "Oh my head," Gwen moaned. Sitting up. Rubbing at the fairly large red bump on it. "That's it! I'm never coming here again," she wailed.
Meanwhile...at the wharf
"The lady from the Book Café," Luis smiled. Still holding her hand in his. "Let me ask you something," he grinned. "Are you always this.graceful?" he asked. Quirking his dark brows. "Or just around me?" he laughed. Sheridan burst into laughter. He was right. Twice they had crossed paths now. And both times she had looked like a royal klutz. "I think it's just around you," she admitted. A blush making her cheeks pink with embarrassment. "Mama always told me I had that effect on people. Especially the ladies," he teased. "Are you bragging, Luis?" she scoffed with a goodnatured smile on her face. "Maybe," he smiled back. Brown eyes sparkling at her. They just stared at each other for a few seconds. Before the sound of a foghorn had them jumping apart. It was then Sheridan realized he'd been holding her hand the entire time. It was a totally strange feeling to her. Considering she'd just met him. But she missed the feel of his hand in hers, she thought. Running her own hand through her hair. And catching sight of her watch. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed. "I've been gone much too long. I told my family I was going for a walk," she explained as she rushed away. Luis following close behind. Surprised when they arrived back at the Lobster Shack. "You're here with your family," he panted. "Yes," she said distractedly. Where were they? she wondered as they walked back into the Lobster Shack. "Oh my god! Ethan! What happened?" Luis looked from Sheridan to Ethan and back. A permanent expression of surprise etched on his face.
Chapter Eight
"Oh," Gwen moaned pitifully. Holding the ice pack to the swelling bump on her head. Pilar hovered like a concerned Mother Hen, and Ethan looked up at the sound of Sheridan's voice. "Aunt Sheridan! Where've you been?" he said. Jumping to his feet. "At the wharf," Sheridan answered. Doing a double take when she saw Gwen. "What happened?" she repeated. "How'd Gwen get that big knot on her head?" The tiny brunette beside him wrung her hands and said, "It's all my fault. My hand slipped.and the.it went flying out.it was an accident."
"Theresa," Luis said. "You did this?" Sheridan turned to Luis in confusion. "You know each other," she asked. Afraid of his answer. "Yeah," Luis said. "This walking disaster here is my sister." Sheridan's mouth hung open in astonishment as she realized Luis's sister and the girl she had met today at school were one in the same. "It was an accident, Ms. Crane. You have to believe me," she said earnestly. Fat tears pooling in her brown eyes.
"It was an accident, alright," Kay muttered sarcastically to Simone in the background. "More like attempted murder." "Oh, Kay," Simone sighed. "Quit being ridiculous." But she couldn't help snickering as she remembered how the piece of lobster had shot out of Theresa's plate like a projectile missile. "Look at that drama queen," Kay continued in disgust as she watched Theresa. Her trembling was visible from a few feet away. "She looks like she's having a seizure."
"Gwen, dear," Ivy soothed. "It isn't that bad. Really. I'm sure it won't show up at all with a little make-up." "You really think so?" Gwen whined. "There isn't enough make-up in the free world," Julian muttered. "Julian!" Ivy raged as Gwen's face crumpled, and she started sobbing. The humiliation too much for her. "I can't be on the front of Society Magazine like this," she cried.
Luis watched the whole exchange in amazement. It was almost surreal. ""Whitney," he said. Motioning her nearer. "Would you please get Theresa out of here before something else happens." "Sure, Luis," she said. Walking over to Theresa and taking her by the hand. Leading her outside. Sheridan watched as her nephew tended to his girlfriend. Harmony was anything but dull. She snuck a smile at Luis and was confused by the blank look on his face.
"Eve. You're a doctor. Why don't you go see if you can help?" Grace said. "Grace," she balked. "It's not that bad..." She sighed. Pushing her chair back and making her way over to the rapidly growing crowd. T.C.'s jaw clenched as he saw Julian give his wife the once-over. "This is turning into a three-ring circus," Sam said. "Maybe I should do something," he said. Kissing his wife on the cheek. "Well, T.C.," Grace said. "Who knew dinner at the Lobster Shack could be so eventful?" she laughed.
Chapter Nine
Sheridan tapped her pencil absentmindedly against her desk. Lost in thought. About last night. And the weird expression on Luis's handsome face when he saw Ethan. Why the face, she wondered. What could possibly be behind his reaction? "Ms. Crane? Ms. Crane? Are you okay?" a sweet voice asked. Interrupting her musings. Which had begun to stray from the funny look on Luis's face to just how sexy the man looked last night. And he wasn't even dressed to the nines. She'd pay good money to see the man in a tux. Or.She blushed as another image popped into her head. Oh my god, Sheridan, she chastised herself. You only met the guy yesterday. You are in so much trouble girl. "Hmm? Oh! I'm so sorry! Jessica, isn't it?" she said. Offering the young girl in front her a warm smile. Jessica grinned back at her. "Yeah. Good daydream?" she teased. Giggling as Sheridan blushed several shades of red. "Caught me," Sheridan laughed. Her head bowed.
"So." Jessica began. Changing the subject as she took the desk directly in front of Sheridan's. "What's the first thing you want me to do?" she asked brightly. Sheridan smiled at her enthusiasm. "Well," she said. Getting up from her chair and leaning against the desk. "Since it's only the second day of school, there's really nothing for you to do yet. How about you tell me more about yourself? I want to get to know all my students. Especially the girl brave enough to volunteer to be my aide. I am the new kid on the block, after all," she laughed. "Weren't you the slightest bit afraid I'd be like.like." "Mrs. Croweley?" Jessica asked with a shudder. "Yes," Sheridan admitted sheepishly. "Nobody's as mean as Mrs. Croweley," Jessica cringed. "Even Principal Reid's afraid of her." Sheridan giggled at the thought of that giant of a man being afraid of anybody. Jessica joined in her laughter. "Miss Bennett, " Sheridan gasped. Short of breath. "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship."
After they finally calmed down, Jessica told her all about herself. And her family. "Kay's your sister?" Sheridan asked in surprise. "Different as night and day aren't we?" Jessica smiled. "You're telling me. What's going on between her and the boy that follows her around all the time?" Sheridan asked. Lowering her voice and feeling guilty. You're turning into a regular gossip, Sheridan, she told herself. But she was a naturally curious person. And Jessica was more than willing to tell her all the juicy tidbits about the good people in Harmony. "Reese?" Jessica said. Her eyes taking on a dreamy look reminiscent of Theresa. "He adores Kay," she said. Was that jealousy she detected in her voice? "But Kay won't give him the time of day. All she sees is what's on the outside. Not the person on the inside. Reese can be annoying sometimes. Well.most of the time," she amended with a smile. "But he's a good guy. And my sister treats him like dirt," she mumbled under her breath. "She likes someone else," Jessica muttered. Let me guess, Sheridan smiled as it dawned on her. Miguel Lopez-Fitzgerald. Remembering how Kay had watched Miguel's every action this morning in class. She kept her thoughts to herself, though. Just enjoying Jessica's company. "Bye, Jessica," she waved . As the young girl walked out of her classroom with the next ring of the bell.
She glanced at her watch with a sigh. Noon. She'd forgotten to eat breakfast this morning, she realized when her stomach rumbled. And she hadn't packed anything either. She locked up her room and shut off the lights. How bad can cafeteria food be? Nothing could top the experience at the Lobster Shack last night. She wrinkled her nose at the selections. Finally deciding on a salad. She carried her tray over to a table at the far end of the building. Okay Sheridan, she told herself. Time to meet some of your fellow teachers. She bit her lip. Resisting the urge to burst into laughter when a young teacher who'd introduced himself as Doug the day before scrambled to his feet. Offering her the seat next to him when there half a dozen free seats closer. She politely declined. Sitting instead by none other than Mrs. Croweley. Questioning her decision when the woman scowled at her darkly. She raised an eyebrow. Then quietly began eating her lunch. Well.attempting to. Somebody help me, she screamed inwardly as Doug droned on. Spouting any stupid thing that came to mind apparently. "Don't you just love the smell of fresh pencils?"
Sheridan nearly choked when the petite redhead beside her whispered, "It's the same thing every year. The man's got an obsession with 'em. Said the exact line to me my first day last year. By the way," she said, "my name's Suzie. I'm right down the hall from you. You really had those kids going in there this morning. Kept me from falling asleep," she divulged. Causing Sheridan to laugh. "I'm Sheridan. Nice to meet you."
They shared a friendly conversation for the remainder of the lunch period. Walking back to their classrooms together. Sheridan slowed her steps when she realized she had a visitor. "Ms. Crane," Theresa gushed. "I wanted to apologize again for last night. Ethan must have been so upset. Oh! And Ms. Hotchkiss," Sheridan looked at her oddly. Ethan? What was she talking about? Gwen was the one with the bulging knot on her head. "It's okay, Theresa," she said. Unlocking her door. "GWEN and Ethan both know it was just an accident." "But the photo shoot," Theresa said. Wringing her hands. "Canceled," Sheridan said with a smile. "Really," she began. "Neither one of them blames you. It's all forgotten." "But still, " Theresa jabbered. "I feel so guilty. That's why," she said dramatically, "I'm inviting you all over to my house for dinner Thursday. Please say yes," she said. Grabbing Sheridan's hands in hers. "I have to do something to make up for last night. Mama feels bad, too. It was her idea," Theresa babbled. "She wants to make it up to Ethan." "I don't know, Theresa," Sheridan hesitated. "But Ms. Crane," Theresa said. Her brown eyes welling up with tears. "I'll never forgive myself for last night. I have to do SOMETHING to make up for it. Please say yes. Please." Sheridan sighed. She didn't want to be responsible for making Theresa cry. And she knew from last night the girl could most definitely could cry. Besides.she'd see Luis again. "Okay," she said. "I'll do my best." Laughing as Theresa nearly crushed her in her embrace. "Oh thank you so much, Ms. Crane!" she squealed exuberantly. Sheridan collapsed in her seat as soon as Theresa practically skipped out of the room. Gwen was going to have her head. Maybe they should wear helmets at the dinner table. She giggled helplessly at that mental image. Then groaned as she thought about Luis. Again. This time in a football uniform. Sheridan! Stop it! But it was useless. She covered her face with her hands. WHAT was she going to do?
Chapter Ten
"Oh Whit! I cannot wait for Thursday!" Theresa squealed. Jumping up and down in excitement. Whitney shot her a confused glance before lobbing one last ball over the net. "What's so great about Thursday?" she asked distractedly. Catching Chad looking her way. "ETHAN CRANE is having dinner at my house! That's what!" Theresa gushed. "I'm going to dazzle him so much with my wonderful cooking, he's going to fall madly in love with me. And then we're going to run away and get married. And have the most beautiful children. A little boy that looks just like him with blue eyes. A little girl that looks just like yours truly," she grinned. "And I'm going to become the most successful fashion designer in the entire world." Whitney rolled her eyes helplessly. "Whoa! Wait just a minute! You've forgotten several IMPORTANT things, Theresa. The first one being Gwen. She's his girlfriend, Theresa. They've been together a long time. It's not like you can go abracadabra and 'poof' she's gone."
"But Whit. Don't you see? Ethan's going to fall in love with me and dump her like a hot potato. After Thursday, Gwen will be history. You can't fight fate, Whit. And that's what Ethan and I are. FATE. We're each other's destiny," she sighed dreamily. "IF he was your destiny, Theresa, you wouldn't have to go through so much trouble. And it would happen in its own time." Theresa ignored her. Twirling around and around like a silly school girl. "Whoa, girl," Chad said with a grin. "You ain't gonna burst out singing one of those tunes from The Sound of Music are you? Cause that just ain't my style." Whitney hid a smile as Theresa stopped mid-twirl. Nearly crashing to the gym floor and stared at Chad with wide brown eyes. "Name's Chad Harris," Chad said. Offering his hand. Theresa smiled broadly and took it. "Hi, Chad. I'm Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald. Whitney's friend." "I kinda guessed that," he laughed. "No offense, girl, but 'normal' people don't act the way you was doing in front of strangers." Theresa just giggled. "Haven't you ever been in love before?" Whitney piped up. "Don't mind her. She's not really in love. It's more of an obsession," she said. Cutting her eyes back to Theresa. Theresa still had that moony look on her face. Nothing or no one could bring the girl down. "Oh, hush up, Whitney. I AM in love. You're just jealous."
Whitney choked in surprise. "I am most certainly NOT jealous," she huffed. Ignoring the curious glance Chad gave her. "You're delusional. Especially if you think Ethan's GIRLFRIEND is just going to step aside and let you have him. How'd you get him to come anyway? Considering you nearly killed Gwen the other night?" Chad arched a brow in surprise. Holding up his hands and laughing. "Um.maybe I should get back to work," he said. Backing away cautiously. "Whitney!" Theresa yelled in exasperation. "It was an accident. And I asked Ms. Crane, too. She said she'd make sure Ethan comes. AND Gwen," she admitted reluctantly. "BUT remember Whit.it's." "Fate," Whitney cut her off. "Uh huh. Yeah. I get it. Keep telling yourself that, Theresa. You're not doing anyone any favors. You're taking this fate stuff too seriously," Whitney said. Leaving Theresa alone with Chad. And walking across the gym to meet Simone and Kay.
"What are you two doing here?" Whitney asked them. Looking at Simone suspiciously as she craned her neck around her. A huge grin taking over her entire face when she spotted Chad. Well.it had to be Chad, Whitney thought. Simone NEVER had that reaction when she saw Theresa. "Simone? What are you doing here?" Kay nudged Simone with an elbow. "Ouch! What was that for?" she exclaimed. Rubbing her sore side. And glaring at Kay. "Whitney's wondering what we're doing here, Simone? Why ARE we here?" Kay asked. Dark eyes narrowed. "Oh," Simone said sweetly. "We just came to watch you practice, Whitney." "Why?" Whitney asked suspiciously. "You were never interested in watching me practice before. You don't even like tennis, Simone. What's going on here?" "Nothing," Kay answered for her. "We were just bored. That's all. We don't have to watch your stupid practice anyway. Come on, Simone," she said. Dragging Simone toward Coach Russell's office. "Kay!" Simone hissed. "What'd you do that for? We can't." "We can't what, Simone? Oh, I get it. You're wanting to spy on Chad, aren't you? Simone!"
"Girls. What are you doing here?" T.C. asked. "Need something?" Simone noticed Ms. Crane standing beside her father and said, "Uh.no, Daddy. Just dropping by to say hi before we go to the Book Café to hang out a while." T.C. hugged Simone. "That's my Sugar Bear," he said proudly. "Daddy," Simone blushed in embarrassment. Glancing at Sheridan. "Oh," T.C. Relinquishing his hold. And stepping back. "Hi, Ms. Crane," Simone smiled. "Hi," Kay waved. "Ms. Crane here," T.C. said. Smiling in Sheridan's direction. "Sheridan," he amended, "wants to help out somehow in her spare time as a way to get to know her students better. Why don't you girls show her around while I go talk to Whitney?" "Okay, Daddy," Simone said. Clasping her hands together. "Come on, Ms. Crane," she said. Leading the way outside. "So.how you like it at Harmony High so far?" Simone asked pleasantly as they walked by the athletic fields.
"It's nice," Sheridan smiled. "I think I'm going to like it here. I have some pretty good students. And your sister, Kay, is a great help to me already." "Hmm?" Kay said dazedly. An appreciative smile on her face as she watched Miguel working out on the football field. Muscles rippling and glistening with sweat. Oh my god, she thought to herself. Miguel looks so good. "Kay?" Sheridan asked with a laugh. "Are you still with us?" "I'm sorry," Kay apologized. "I was.I was." "You were looking for me, weren't you, my love?" Reese interrupted. Kissing her sloppily on the cheek. "Well look no more. I'm here," he said with a grin. Pushing his glasses farther back on his nose. "And Charity, too. Oh, please forgive me. I didn't see you, Ms. Crane," Reese blushed. Sheridan smiled back at him. Nerd or not. She thought he was adorable. "That's okay. Hi Charity," she waved at the shy young blond. Whose gaze was also fixed on Miguel. Charity smiled at her graciously. Blushing a bright pink when she realized she'd been caught. "Why don't you two join us?" Sheridan suggested. Simone and Kay are giving me the grand tour." Reese and Charity readily agreed. And it didn't escape Sheridan that Kay was less than pleased.
