Free Finding Love in Forgotten Cove (Island County Series Book 1) by Karice Bolton Page A

though. Not this subject.”
    “Pardon me?” I asked, not completely following.
    “She loves history. She knows more facts than are in an encyclopedia. She wants to be a history professor for God’s sake. Now, if she was struggling in some other class maybe I wouldn’t be suspicious. It’s Delilah’s favorite subject she so happens to be failing and that is worrisome. I almost wonder if it’s a cry for attention.”
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better, she has received perfect scores on all her tests and assignments.”
    “Exactly.”
    “I hate to press, but have there been any changes at home or anything that would disrupt her daily routine?”
    Marcy shook her head. “Her father and I are painfully predictable.”
    A thought—rather, a person—occurred to me.
    “Do you know Brendan Fitzgerald?” I asked.
    Marcy’s brows furrowed, and she scowled as she thought hard about the name, finally snapping her fingers together.
    “Yes. He was a boy she went to junior high with. They ran in the same circle briefly, but I haven’t heard her mention him since she started high school.”
    “Interesting. Well, it might be nothing, but I have noticed she puts herself directly in his line of vision whenever she can. He’s in my class and actually needs to be there.”
    Marcy folded her hands on the table and her lip turned up slightly. “I never saw that one coming and I really should have.”
    “It wouldn’t be the first time a student failed a class just so they could spend more time with a crush.”
    Usually the crush runs both ways, however.
    “Wait until her father hears about this.” Marcy gestured toward the ceiling. “On second thought, it’s probably better if he is blissfully ignorant on this one.”
    I didn’t have the heart to say anything about Brendan’s lack of interest in her direction, but it worried me since Delilah had already gone to such great lengths to spend more time with him, no matter how one-sided.
    “Would you like me to talk to her about things?” I asked, not wanting to overstep my bounds.
    “That would be a godsend.”
    “It’s what I’m here for,” I assured her. “Sometimes hearing things from someone other than a parent can help.”
    “A truer statement could not have been said. I always heard raising a teenage daughter could be a challenge, and to think, I have another one to hit this age in about a year…” Her eyes glazed over and I had to laugh.
    “Every child and experience is different. I promise.”
    “I’m going to hold you to that,” she joked.
    “Hold me to what? I didn’t say a word.”
    Marcy’s expression had completely softened and it looked as if a huge weight had been lifted.
    “I’ll let you know how the chat goes. When would be best to call you tomorrow to discuss?”
    “Delilah takes her flute lesson from four to five.”
    “Okay. Well, I’ll give you a call, and we’ll take it one step at a time. If she loves history as much as it sounds like, this should be a small bump in the road.”
    “Thank you, Victoria” She examined her phone. “I better go retrieve her from tennis.”
    “Yes, you better go get her or you’ll never hear the end of it.”
    “Amen to that.” Marcy stood up and thanked me once more before leaving the bakery.
    “How are you going to handle that tomorrow?” Gabby asked, as she tidied up the newspapers by the door.
    “I’m really not sure yet.”
    “Well, I’m certain you’ll find the perfect words.”
    I laughed. “Such misguided faith you have in me.”
    “The thought of Jason’s niece, Katie, failing a class for a boy gives me the shivers, and we should have more than ten years before boys come in the picture. Well, that’s probably just wishful thinking.” Gabby adjusted a wooden anchor that hung on the wall and turned around. “I heard through the grapevine that you’ll be coming to the annual Rhodes barbeque.”
    “That vine is really short,” I teased. “But yeah. I’m looking