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She was so sick of being sad So sick of being hurt Ben McAllister wasn’t worth it He wasn’t She should be over him by now But kind of hard to be over someone she loved deeply…
She sed hard and forced her attention to Shane She looked hiet broken all the time I’ll be fine”
“Yes, you will” He smiled then, but the smile was kind
Reaching into his leather satchel he pulled out a card He placed it on the table between thes “Should you ever want to get a cup of coffee, or talk books, or teaching—I used to be a high school history teacher—call me”
Jet watched him walk away, and take the still empty table by the bayHe put down his tea and pulled out his laptop
She turned to look at the business card he’d left on the table
Sean S Finley
Writer
Stunned, Jet picked up the card Sean S Finley The Sean Finley?
The card included a url for a website, a New York City PO Box, and a phone number
She looked across Java Café to where Shane was spreading books around his laptop
Couldn’t be
Could it?
She left her table, crossed the café to reach his table “You’re Sean?” she asked, flashing the business card at him
“Sean is my pen name”
“You’re him”
“Yes”
Her mouth opened, closed “You could have told me”
“I did”
“Before I kept gushing”
He flashed a lazy white smile “It was kind of nice to hear”
“I feel so stupid”
“Don’t Writers need feedback”
“Hlared at hilare at him but it was impossible when he smiled up at her like that “Were you really once a teacher?”
“I was”
“Were you a good one?”
More white teeth His dark eyes flashed “I’d like to think so”
“Why did you stop teaching?”
“I sold my first book”
“Heartbreak & Heaven?” she asked
He nodded
“Was that really the first one you wrote, or just the first one you published?”
“First one I wrote and published”
“Do you ever ?”
“Sometimes” His lips curved “Like now I always enjoyed the teacher staff room”
“Yeah, me, too” She knew she sounded mournful “But when you’re the only teacher in a one room schoolhouse, there isn’t much of a staff room”