But even as the thought crossed Hawk’s mind, his brother shifted in his chair and leaned into his wife to steal a kiss before turning back to Natalie. It was sweet. It was also a bit disgusting. Bryson, his own freaking brother, had changed so much since meeting Misty.

“Are you excited about the Christmas pageant, Natalie?”

Hawk saw the way Bethel was grinning. And the way Natalie blanched before her smile disappeared.

“What pageant?” she asked.

“You do know that you will be in charge of the school Christmas pageant? It’s a wonderful tradition here,” Bethel said matter-of-factly before taking a bite of her gravy-covered mashed potatoes.

“No one said anything about a pageant,” Natalie almost gasped, her fork clattering against her plate.

Eileen jumped in. “It’s so well organized that you won’t have any trouble at all.”

“I’ve never done anything like that before,” Natalie replied.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Maggie said, a reassuring smile on her face. “You’ll have Hawk to help you. He volunteers his time every year.”

Hawk’s eyes narrowed. These women were getting out of hand.

“I . . . uh . . . guess I’ll talk to the principal about it on Monday. She’d be much better off having one of the other teachers do it, one who’s been here longer than a day,” Natalie said with a nervous giggle.

“Nonsense, darling. You’ll do just fine.”

And just like that, the problem was solved, at least in the minds of the meddlers. Natalie sat there bewildered as the conversation turned to another topic. Hawk wasn’t content with the way things were going, and he watched Natalie squirm in her seat.

And then his mother glanced over at him with a sly smile. No, no, no, he wasn’t at all happy. Yes, he was attracted to this woman, but if the people of this town thought they could rope him into a relationship, they’d be sorely disappointed. But then his eyes wandered back over to Natalie, and suddenly the room disappeared as she looked up and their gazes collided.

Heat. Steam. Sex. No!

He reined his thoughts back in and focused on the good food before him. But as the night went on and his eyes continued to stray toward Natalie, he knew he was in trouble. Wary as he was, especially with the strong suspicion that his mother and her friends were up to no good, his body and a good part of his mind didn’t seem to be listening to him. He couldn’t turn away from this woman.

The school pageant—working closely with Natalie over the next month—wasn’t a good idea. Not a good idea at all . . .

chapter

6

Natalie twisted a strand of her hair in trembling fingers. She could do this. True, the school was surprisingly large for such a small town. But it was just an elementary school. Just a place filled with young kids. They weren’t judging her. They weren’t hoping she would fail.

Who was she kidding? They were all hoping she would trip in the doorway and fall flat on her freaking face. They would take immeasurable joy in laughing and pointing as she picked herself up off the floor and endured the utter humiliation.

No. She couldn’t think like that. They were only children, for goodness’ sake. But she, too, had once been a child and she’d written the book on mischief, at least in her early years. And now she was teaching children who were in those early years.

All she knew for sure was that she must be strong. If they sensed weakness, they’d strike faster than a nest of irate wasps, and chaos would reign in her classroom forever.

Practicing her breathing techniques, she made her way to the main office suite and stepped through the doors. Because of the holiday and the swiftness with which she’d had to be hired, she hadn’t gone through the standard orientation. She was early today, as she knew she had to get her classroom ready before the doors of the school opened up to all and a flood of kids came pouring in.

“Hello, Natalie. It’s great to meet you.”

Natalie looked up, startled. An older woman was smiling at her, and a quick downward glance revealed a nameplate that said Dorothy Simms, Secretary.

“Good morning, Ms. Simms. I’m here to meet with Carol O’Connor.” Excellent. Her voice was calm, self-assured. These people would never know that she was actually shaking in her borrowed boots.

“Yes, she’s been waiting for you. Go right on in. And it’s a real pleasure to have you here with us.”

“Thank you. I already feel welcome,” Natalie replied, surprised that she did feel welcome. With as much confidence as she could muster, Natalie walked over to the principal’s door, knocked timidly, and went inside. She found a petite blond woman sitting behind a desk, reading on her laptop.

When the principal finally looked up, a big grin split Carol’s face, and she stood up. “You must be Natalie. It’s so good to finally meet you in person,” she said as she stepped around her desk. “I hope you’re settling in nicely at your house.”

“Yes. The furnace was broken, but maintenance fixed it almost immediately.”

A shudder passed through Natalie at that thought. After Thanksgiving dinner, she’d been told there was no way she could go home alone for the next twenty-four hours, and Maggie had insisted she stay the night. At some point the topic of her furnace had come up, and as soon as she said there was a problem, Hawk had jumped up and left his parents’ house.

The next day, when he came to pick her up and he drove her home, she’d been more nervous in his presence than ever before. But then the two of them walked into her place, and she couldn’t suppress the bounce in her step when she felt the heat.

It seemed that when Hawk decided to do something, he did it fast. And the proof was in the fact that in only a weekend, this man had managed to wedge his way permanently into her brain. And that’s where he seemed to be staying.

It would be good to get to work, because she needed something to focus on other than a very sexy fire chief who always seemed to be around. She’d run into him at least four times over the weekend. At the small clothing store. In the post office. At the diner. He just seemed to be everywhere.

“Well, you can’t have a broken furnace in this weather,” Carol said with a laugh. “You’re in Hawk’s old house, right?”

That quickly snapped Natalie back to the present. “Yes, it’s a lovely home.”

“Hawk’s a good man. A little rough around the edges, but there’s nothing that man won’t do for the people he cares about, which happens to be just about everyone in our close-knit community. He has a heart of gold. If only I were twenty years younger,” she said with a sigh before turning to Natalie again. “Oh, and if I didn’t already have a husband,” she added with a laugh.

Natalie didn’t know why, but she found herself blushing. Could everyone please talk about something other than Hawk Winchester? She really didn’t know what to say to that statement—it was far from professional as she understood the word. But everything here was just different, so she’d have to learn to go with the flow or she’d never fit in. Still, she was tongue-tied and more than grateful when Carol started speaking again.

“I know this is your first job as a teacher, Natalie, and if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me or any of the other teachers. Dorothy is a godsend for this school, and she’s your best source of information. She knows everything, and I do mean everything!”

“Thank you. I do have one question. I was told I would be in charge of the pageant? I’m not complaining—not in the least—but as I’m so new, it might be better to have someone else in charge.”

There. That had come out professionally. She didn’t sound as if she was whining. Or at least she really hoped she didn’t.

“Nonsense. You’ll be just fine.” And that was the end of that as far as Carol was concerned. Everything suddenly moved at warp speed.

Carol moved to her door, and she continued speaking as she led Natalie down the hallway to one of the classrooms. Natalie gulped when she walked through the doorway and found a giant Welcome on her chalkboard with little messages from all the other teachers.

When Carol left her and she was alone in her first real classroom, she read those sweet and hospitable notes. Natalie really hadn’t wanted to come to this small town; she’d always dreamed of working in a prestigious private school where she could feel she was molding future presidents and high-level businessmen and -women.

But as she stared at the chalkboard, she was so overcome with emotion that she was struggling to fight off the tears. This wasn’t the sort of place where she’d feel intimidated, where parents would try to bribe her to give their kid a better grade.

No, this was the type of school where she would find young children eager to learn, and parents who asked to see their homework. Taking out her cell phone, she snapped a few photos so she could always remember this moment, and then she picked up the eraser and cleared the board. It was time to be practical. Cool, calm, collected. Time to get her lesson plan up, and time to jump into her first day of being a real teacher.

Just as she finished writing on the board, the bell rang and the sweet music of children’s voices filled the halls. Laughter preceded the kids into the classroom. With a shaky smile, Natalie turned to face her class—thirty pairs of young eyes looking back at her, trying to decide whether she made the cut or not.

“Good morning, class.” The noise didn’t die down as the kids all settled into their chairs, so Natalie tried again, this time louder. “Good morning, class!”