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she teaches.” Denise stared at him in the mirror.
    “Is she teaching at this minute?”
    “Yep, but the class lets out in five minutes. Then she’ll have a two-hour break,” Naomi answered. “Jackson, she’s gone through a lot, but the girl you fell in love with is still in there.”
    Jackson nodded, although he didn’t understand the cryptic advice.
    “Give me a buzz when you’re ready.” Denise scribbled her number and handed it over to Naomi.
    “Thanks.” Jackson took the note from Naomi and then stepped back onto the curb. He watched Denise head out of the parking lot, leaning on her horn as a few girls took too long to make their way through the crosswalk. He shook his head and then turned to face the unknown.
    Jackson entered the building, scanning the lobby in case Sara stood among the students. No one paid him any attention as he slowly walked through the lobby. Although Denise had given him good information, he didn’t know what class Sara taught. He looked at his watch. Two minutes left before class ended.
    Jackson opted for the right wing of the building. Afraid that time would sabotage his efforts, he ran down the hall, peeking into the small windows in the middle of each door. He made it toward the end of the hall with no sign of her. Which way to go? One option was to take the stairs to the next upper level, or stay on the current level and head down the left side of the building.
    Undecided, he remained stuck pondering the pros and cons with little time left before classrooms emptied of their students. A group of young women approached one of the classrooms that he’d checked.
    “Excuse me, have you heard of Sarafina Lovell?” Jackson asked.
    “No,” the women responded in unison, barely giving him a glance.
    “Thanks.” Jackson hated to have to call Denise so soon to tell her that he was ready.
    “Were you asking about the professor?”
    Jackson nodded at the woman who poked her head out of the room.
    “Check room two-oh-two.” The woman pointed upward. “She’s my colleague. Check the second floor.”
    “Gotcha. Thanks.” Jackson spun toward the stairwell and took the steps two at a time.
    He hurried down the hall, running and slowing at each door. There was one room left with an open door. He ran forward, skidding into the doorway.
    Sara looked up at him. Her expression went from a quiet blandness to shock. Dare he hope that a small smile crossed her lips before sternness descended, tightening her face into a formidable scowl.
    “Oh, my gosh, Jackson, why do you keep popping up?”
    “Again, I got a little help.” Jackson smiled sheepishly.
    “The party is over. There’s no need to hang on,” Sara stated. She busily stuffed papers into her briefcase.
    “My partying days are long gone.” Jackson plunged ahead with his request. “How about coffee?”
    Sara didn’t want to think about coffee. More important matters came to mind…like Jackson invading her space again. Whether he came in peace or as conquering hero, he dominated her senses.
    “Coffee would be fine,” she said after a moment. She approached him, but stopped at the doorway. “Let’s head to the food court. You first.” Sara waited until he pushed off the door frame and walked from the room.
    Now, it was official. Jackson looked good, coming as well as going. His height at six-one turned her on. While her friends went for the pretty-boy, metrosexual, clean-perfection types, she liked the rugged physique that Jackson sported. The thin, faint scar along the side of his face—from a polo accident—gave him character. She remembered teasing him that he needed to lay off multitasking on a horse.
    Sara maintained her silence on the way to the coffee shop. Occasionally she caught Jackson looking at her, but did her best to keep her expression muted. He certainly didn’t need to know that his presence short-circuited what little sense she had. Just the tilt of his head when something intrigued him or a raise of