Page 21 of Trick or Treat

“Yes,” Trick’s mouth kicked up on one side causing her stomach to flutter. The man really was too damn dangerous for her own peace of mind.

She thought about it and concluded that maybe he was right, no one walked in on them, so everything should be fine. She thanked God for small miracles. His ability to turn her brain to mush was frightening, as evidenced by her not giving any thought to getting caught until he just brought it up.Idiot! And like Trick pointed out, she definitely wasn’t going to tell anyone and he said he wouldn’t be telling anyone. So, maybe she’d still have a job tomorrow.

“You’ll still have a job tomorrow.”

“Did I just say that out loud again?” She really needed to snap out of it. This crazy ability of his to turn her into a babbling idiot was quite embarrassing, especially since he didn’t appear to suffer from the same affliction.

“Yes, you did and it’s cute.” He graced her with a full on smile this time and she felt her heart trip. What the hell was wrong with her?

“Cute? You think it’s cute that you can fry my brain with sex?” He outright laughed at her indignation.

“No. I find it fucking hotter than hell that I can fry your brain with sex.” Before she could say anything else, he reminded her why he was actually supposed to be there. “Now tell me about my son.”

“What?” She got mental whiplash with his quick change of subject.

“Tell me about my son. That’s what I’m here for, right?” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs at his ankles, his hands threaded across his flat stomach. A stomach she’d taken great pleasure in kissing and licking the last time they were together. Shit! What was wrong with her? All she seemed to think about was sex whenever he was near. Was this what a guy usually felt like? If so, she didn’t know how they were able to get anything done.

“Lindsey?” He smirked, having caught her checking him out. Damn. The man was aroused again already. She bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning.

She shook her head and cleared her throat, her professional mask slipping back in place. “Yes.” She clasped her hands together on top of her desk as she filled him in on Keegan. “First of all, Keegan is an amazing child. I thoroughly enjoy having him in my class. And I’m not just saying that because, you know, we just…” she faded off, her face flushing again.

“Yeah, I get it. Thank you. I think he’s pretty great, too.” He smiled at her discomfort.

“Anyway. He is an excellent reader. In fact, he’s reading on a fifth-grade level right now.”

“No shit?” Trick’s love for his son reflected in his proud smile. Where Keegan was concerned, he had a lot to be proud of.

“Yes. He’s at grade level in all of his other subjects, which is excellent.” She smoothed her hair back from her face before she told him what really concerned her. “As you know with the paperwork Keegan brings home, he’s a very bright boy. He’s smart and catches on to new things quickly. He’s quiet in class, preferring to fade into the background. Of course, when called upon, he never hesitates to respond.”

“Wait. What?” Trick sat up in his seat, settling an arm on the side of her desk. “Keegan likes to be in the background? What does that mean?”

“It just means he’s a little on the shy side when in class.”

“That doesn’t sound right. He’s always been an outgoing kid, never afraid to talk to anyone.” He scratched at his five o’clock shadow, his brows dipped low. She watched him stare at the wall, probably rolling the things she’d told him around in his mind.

“Can I ask what the situation with you and Keegan’s mom is?” she asked hesitantly. She hated to ask but it would help her with her dealings with Keegan in the future.

“What do you mean?” He turned to look at her again.

“You’re not together, right?”

“Uh, no. Do you honestly think I’m the kind of man that would cheat on his wife?” Trick was getting upset. Lindsey should back off but that wasn’t her style when it came to helping her kids any way she could.

“No, I don’t think you would cheat on your wife or we wouldn’t have just done what we did.”

“The word is fucked, Lindsey,” he teased, much to her chagrin.

She waved the conversation away. “Never mind. What is your custody arrangements?”

“Why the fuck are you asking all these questions?”

“Please, I’m just trying to get a clearer picture about something before I make any assumptions.” She turned in her seat so that she was facing more toward Trick.

“I’m supposed to have him and his sister every other weekend and every Wednesday. Now tell me why that information is so important.” He leaned forward in his seat.

“I was wondering because there is a marked difference from when I’m guessing he’s been with you and when he’s with his mother.” When he didn’t immediately jump in with questions, she continued. She hated this part of her job. “When he’s with you, he’s at school on time, his clothes are clean, his papers are signed and he doesn’t look tired.” She had to force herself not to squirm in her chair as she waited for Trick’s reaction.

“And the other times when he’s not with me?” Trick’s question came out quiet, as if bracing himself for what she might tell him.

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