He sat on a bench beside the office door and evaluated the would-be guards. Intimidating in size, perhaps, but not terribly observant. Hed left the door nudged open a crack to hear what was being said inside. If the twin jocks had the brains to go along with that brawn, Josh would have his hands full justifying his presence. As it was, they dismissed his unassuming slouch and he faded into the woodwork.
You cant kick me out of class for that. David Browns too-cool voice shrilled with an unexpected whine from Rachel Livesays inner office.
Josh snuck a peek at Davids protective cohorts. Theyd heard the same protest. They traded confused glances. Maybe no one had ever challenged their fearless leaders autonomy before. He gave a mental thumbs-up to Rachel Livesay and whatever law she was laying down.
Yes, I can. She raised her volume a notch to command Davids attention. Thats school policy. Read your handbook.
But I need this credit for my major.
Davids protest was followed by the screech of wood against wood, a chair sliding across a floor. Josh tensed at the sudden, forceful sound. Was it a burst of temper or a defensive maneuver? Was David making a threat? Or was the doc standing her ground?
Either way, he wasnt supposed to notice. He couldnt maintain the laid-back demeanor of his cover and show a reaction. He silently counted to ten, waiting for some sign to lessen the impulse to barge in, to Dr. Livesays defense, to see if she was all right.
A door swung open inside, making her next words crystal clear. You dont understand, David. Plagiarism is a probationary offense that can lead to expulsion from the university. Im turning you in to the Deans Office. Youll be required to appear before a review board. If youre lucky, theyll let you stay in school.
Well see about that. Im talking to my advisor. Hell listen to my side of the story.
Do that, she challenged.
Davids temper seemed to dissipate as quickly as it had flared. Is that all, maam? I need to get to my next class. I assume I should continue my regular schedule until I hear otherwise?
The outer door to the hallway opened wide, and Josh sat up straight, more suspicious of this sudden mood change than of Davids initial burst of anger. One of the bruisers standing guard at the fountain took a step closer. Josh stood, surreptitiously blocking the young mans path to the doorway.
Of course, Dr. Livesay answered after a slight pause, as if she, too, had noticed the reinforcements heading her way. Someone from the Deans Office will be contacting you.
Got it.
David brushed past Josh and sauntered down the hallway toward the outside exit. He disappeared through the double glass doors. His goons followed close on his heels.
In the sudden emptiness of the marbled hall, Josh heard a small catch of breath.
He turned and looked down at the pale color of Dr. Livesays cheeks. Without thinking, he let his gaze slide up to meet hers. Her eyes had blanched to the dull gray-green color of a lake on a sunless winters day. The vibrant energy that had animated her during her lecture was absent in the current sag of her posture.
Josh felt his body turning, shifting toward her. She seemed tired, spent, emotionally drained. She looked like she needed a shoulder to lean on right about now. He had two, size extra-large. And he was willing to accommodate her.
But then she broke their mutual gaze and retreated toward her office.
Josh debated a moment, hovering in the open doorway, wondering if he should say something. Worrying that he should stay to make sure shed be okay after that unpleasant encounter with David Brown.
She stopped and turned. Did you need something, Mr. Tanner?
Uh, no, maam. It can wait.
Catch the door on your way out, okay?
Sure.
She closed the door to her inner office, dismissing him the way she did the other young teens and twenty-somethings.
And why not? Josh chided himself. If she saw him as a student, and not a fellow adult, that meant hed created a convincing cover. Besides, she probably had a friend her own age whom she was calling right now. Someone whose sympathetic ear would mean something to her.
Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, Josh turned his back on Rachel Livesay and headed down the hallway.
It felt wrong to turn his back on anyone in trouble. But he had a different job to do right now.
And this time hed play by Cutlers rules and get it done right.
A detectives shield and a lot of innocent young lives were depending on it.
RACHEL LOCKED HER DOOR and sank into her office chair. She stood up again, just as quickly, as the baby protested the change in position.
Give me a break, little one. She rubbed at the tender skin on her left side, where the baby liked to wedge her foot up under one of Rachels ribs. Sorry about Mommys blood pressure. You know how it flies when she loses her temper or gets upset.
And that confrontation with David Brown had really upset her. Of course, with her hormones so out of whack, she never knew what was going to set her off. And then there was that damn note.
Rachel blinked and pinched her nose shut, fighting off the salty rush of tears that stung her eyes. She would not let that stupid prank get to her. But she could barely remember what shed discussed in class today. Shed spent half her time sizing up each student and wondering which one could be crass enough or desperate enough to threaten her precious baby.
The three deadbeats in the back row didnt seem to have enough brainpower between them to come up with something so devious. No, when she thought of devious, she thought of David Brown. Acting as if she was lucky hed given her a moment of his time. He knew darn well what the consequences of his illegal actions were, and he had the arrogance to accuse her of persecuting him! And then to walk off as if stealing someone elses work and claiming it as his own was no big deal. He definitely had the brains and the audacity to threaten someone.
But shed received that note before hed learned of his certain probation and possible expulsion. Rachel released her nose and blew out a weary sigh. So much for motive.
She pulled her planner from her bag and read through the names on the class roster. Joey King? He certainly was quiet and mysterious enough, sitting there class after class in his dark coat and never saying a word. He was pulling a C. But at least he was doing his own work. Amber? Kelly? She shook her head. They were more interested in the young men in class than in anything she had to say. In fact, Amber had latched on to Davids arm today. Not the wisest move, in Rachels opinion. But a poor choice in men certainly wasnt a criminal offense.
Rachel laughed out loud and shared the joke with her baby. If it was, Id be in jail right now.
She had fallen for Simon Livesays dark good looks that first day of residency at the private psychiatric center in Topeka. After working side-by-side for a year, sharing research and steamy nights of passion, theyd eloped to Las Vegas.
Shed loved his intellect, his sense of humor and his worldly ways.
She hadnt loved the string of affairs that started before their first anniversary.
With backgrounds as therapists, they couldnt help but attempt a reconciliation. But ultimately, their marriage had been doomed to failure. She wanted children. Simon only wanted the fun that came in making them.