With that I turned around and walked away from him, hoping he didn’t see my legs trembling.
The first thing I did when I got to the locker room was to send a text to Nish, who was on her honeymoon in the Maldives. It pretty much warned her to stop giving Marco my weekly schedule and permission to the receptionist at school to let him in. Or else.
I used the f-word a lot.
Even though I had time to visit the gym the following Monday, I didn’t. I hadn’t received any more calls or surprise visits from Marco, but I wasn’t chancing the gym again. It didn’t matter, though. He’d won. He was inside my head, just where I knew he wanted to be. I kept expecting him to appear everywhere, and I hated that I was at once relieved and disappointed whenever I got through the day without seeing him. It would seem my mind knew exactly what it wanted, but my body and my heart just wouldn’t agree with it.
I tried relaxing by going to dinner with Michaela and Colin on Saturday, and visiting with my family at Sunday lunch. I must have done an okay job of at least pretending relaxation and calm because I wasn’t peppered with concerned questions. I’d even managed to convince Ellie so she’d stop being annoyed with me.
School was particularly busy because it was only a few days until Halloween and the kids were hyper. This meant I was really looking forward to my book group because it was relaxing and interesting and a total escape from my real life. It was a group of eleven of us, but usually only eight or so ever turned up on the night. We ranged from twenty-two years old (me) to fifty-eight (an outspoken dental receptionist called Ronnie). We were reading The Help and I knew the subject matter would make for some opinionated chat. It would take my mind off things for a while.
I walked into the room we used in the community center that evening feeling like tonight would be the night to put Marco and his strange behavior of the last week behind me for good.
I smiled hello to the only guy in our group, Chris. Chris was forty-five years old and a high school history teacher. He’d joined the book group as well as a chess club and bowling team in an effort to move on from his divorce. I settled down in my usual seat between Chris and Laila, a twenty-five-year-old book blogger who had a photographic memory and had read more books in her short time on the planet than all the rest of us collectively.
“Oh, Hannah, come meet our newest member!” Ronnie called.
I glanced up from pulling my copy of The Help out of my bag to look across the room at Ronnie. Disbelief crashed over me.
Marco towered over her, grinning at me.
“Oh, my God,” Laila murmured, devouring Marco with her eyes. “He’s totally my latest book boyfriend.”
I shot her a dirty look before getting slowly to my feet. I walked toward Ronnie and Marco, wondering how to handle this new situation, and also wondering how the hell to stop the tingling between my legs at the way Marco was looking at me.
I felt his eyes roam over me, lingering on my br**sts, following the curve of my hips and skimming my legs, before traveling back up again. When our eyes met, his were filled with the kind of blatant heat I would have done anything for five years ago.
“Marco.” I greeted him flatly, deciding not to hide the fact that I knew him.
Ronnie’s eyes widened. “You know Marco already?”
“Yup.” I raised an eyebrow at him in question and he gave me that grin again. That was a new grin. And it had an immediate effect on my lady parts.
Damn him.
“Well, what a coincidence.” Ronnie smiled, her eyes moving back and forth between us.
“Mmm.” I rounded my eyes in mock agreement. “Coincidence indeed.”
Marco laughed outright.
Ronnie appeared suddenly confused.
“So, Marco… I didn’t know you liked to read.” I puckered my brow in fake confusion.
“Yeah.” He nodded innocently. “I’m a big reader.”
“Or a big liar,” I muttered under my breath.
“Sorry, Hannah?” Ronnie leaned in to hear me better.
I ignored her as politely as I could, my saccharine smile directed at Marco. “It’s nice to welcome you aboard. How did you find out about us?”
He chuckled. “Anisha. Apparently, she doesn’t do well with threats. Know anything about that?”
Nish. Of course. I should have known better – threat tactics would make her do the opposite of what I wanted her to do. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied. “And I’m going to kill her.”
Ronnie sighed. “I’m very confused right now.”
I sighed too. “Let’s just start, shall we?”
We took our seats and Marco sat next to Ronnie in the chair directly opposite me in the circle. All eyes were on him as Ronnie introduced him, and not just because he was new to the group, but because he stood out in so many ways. One, he was gorgeous; two, he was American; and three, he just had that special something about him that drew people to him.
I’d have thrown my book at him if it wouldn’t have gotten me kicked out of the group. I even seriously contemplated it for a moment and by the silent laughter parting Marco’s lips he knew exactly what I was thinking about doing.
I glared at him and looked away.
“Have you read The Help, Marco?” Ronnie asked him, clearly enamored with him.
“Nope, can’t say I have.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Just follow along with our discussion.”
“Sure thing.”
Sure thing. I made a childish face in mockery and his snort brought my gaze swinging back to collide with his. He was laughing at me. He found me amusing.