seconds and then looked away, out over the deserted swimming pool beside them.
âI donât. I know I donât.â
âWhoâre you trying to convince?â he asked, remaining where he was, keeping his hands to himself.
âOkay. I like your after-shave. But that means less than nothing. I canât lose my perspective here, Doug. Too much is at stake. I have to be able to evaluate you as you are, not as I want you to be.â Her tone of voice begged him to let her do the right thing, even as her eyes expressed her regret.
âAnd afterward?â
Her gaze flew to his. âAfterward, we go back to the real world, to our own lives.â
His eyes narrowed. âYouâre saying we donât see each other again?â
âWeâve never run into each other before.â
âOh, but thatâs going to change. You can count on it,â he said.
Before she had a chance to reply, he rose from the Jacuzzi, leapt the couple of steps to the pool and dove in cleanly, with barely a splash. He would give her the rest of the two weeks, but he wasnât done with her yet, not by a long shot.
* * *
D OUG ENTERED the auditorium-cum-lecture room with tight lips the next morning. He wasnât looking forward to the hour or so aheadâhe already knew everything they were going to tell him, probably better than they did. But the session was mandatory.
He looked for Andrea as soon as he entered the room. She was looking for him, too. He knew it as soon as her eyes met his. He also knew, no matter what she said, that they werenât finished with each other yet. She had to know it, too. She was too smart a lady to ignore the obvious.
Andrea pulled her gaze from Dougâs as soon as she took her place at the head of the room. She told herself she hadnât been looking for him specifically, but she knew she was lying. She had been looking. And sheâd been pleased with what sheâd seen. He was wearing the inevitable tight jeans and a T-shirt that molded his muscular upper body to perfection. His features still showed years of rough living, but Andrea was used to them by now. Too used to them, she thought wryly, as her nipples tightened in response to his laconic grin.
Sheâd spent the better part of the night telling herself that she was going to give her all to teach Doug to careâbut not for her. And she wasnât going to care for him, eitherânot in a personal way. She was just doing her job.
She stepped up to the microphone, forcing her mind away from Doug and the minutes sheâd spent with him in the Jacuzzi the night before. She had a job to do, a lesson to teach, the most crucial and personally painful lesson of all. She knew every fact like she knew her own nameâbut she hadnât once, and she was going to spend the rest of her life atoning for it. She would teach people to see the signs, so that maybe the next time a child would have a chance before the damage was done. She wasnât going to be sidetracked by an inappropriate attraction to a James Dean look-alike.
âPot smoking, glue sniffing, beer snitched from someoneâs refrigeratorâthese are all factors in the early stages of chemical dependency. Children do not start out as druggies. They start out just wanting to experiment, to feel grown-up, to fill empty weekend hours or long summer days....â
Andrea spoke to the room at large, but she was talking to Doug. She covered the four stages drug users usually pass through on the road to hell, sparing the people in front of her nothing. It was ugly, it was frightening and it was fact. She wanted Doug to be shocked enough to care.
âThe books will all tell you to start watching for these signs in late-elementary-aged children, or early junior high. Theyâre wrong. Can I have the lights off, please?â
Dougâs mind wandered as he listened to Andrea. She didnât know the half of it. But she didnât