An Unexpected Chance – Instaspark Read Online Melanie Moreland

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66570 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
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I smiled at his words, unsure how to reply, then decided it was best not to. I had to concentrate on the task at hand. Simon and his pretty flowers would have to take a back seat for the time being.

It was a busy, productive afternoon. I met some of the children who would be in my classroom, talked with the families, sat with the little ones and did an easy craft so they would be excited to come back. I answered questions, soothed the nerves of a few parents and children alike, and thoroughly enjoyed the time I spent with them. My heart had raced when a familiar set of shoulders walked past my door, the deep cadence of Simon’s voice catching my ear as he led Mia toward her classroom. I should have known he’d be there. It was Mia’s first time attending this school, and he was very involved in her life.

He glanced over his shoulder, and for a second, our eyes locked. He said so much with one brief look that it stopped me, and I stared after him, feeling off-kilter. It took me a moment to find my voice again and carry on acting as if everything was normal.

The flowers on my desk were admired, most people thinking I had brought them in to brighten the room. The sender and the reason, I held close to my heart. I smiled at the compliments and never elaborated.

The afternoon wound down, the halls emptying and the building getting quiet. I tidied the classroom, putting away the craft supplies, smiling as I cleaned up glitter and markers, glue and paper bits. It was rare I allowed glitter in the classroom since it got everywhere, but today was a special day. I stood, ineffectually wiping down my skirt, when a soft knock made me look up.

Framed in my doorway was Simon. In front of him, Mia stood, small and sweet, smiling at me. Simon looked nervous, his anxiety showing as he gripped the edge of the doorframe and waited for me to speak. Our eyes locked, emotions flowing between us in a silent river of unspoken words. I stood, clearing my throat.

“Hello.”

Mia bounded in, happy and at ease. “Hi, Ms. McNeil!”

I crouched in front of her, meeting her eyes. “Hello, Mia. Did you enjoy your introduction to your classroom and the school?”

She bobbed her head. “It was terrific! I met some new kids, and we’re gonna be great friends—I just know it,” she enthused. “I liked my teacher, Mrs. Reynolds, too. They never did this at my old school. It’s awesome.”

“I’m glad you had a good time.”

“I know where the lunchroom is and the bathroom. I won’t have to worry about it now.”

I nodded in agreement. Kids settled better if some of the unknown was removed. I liked the idea of the open house for the day.

Simon followed her in, standing behind her as she spoke. I rose to my feet. “Hello, Simon.”

“Amy,” he replied. “I hope your day was a good one?”

“Busy.”

“I see the glitter has been out.”

I grimaced. “Only for today. It gets everywhere.”

Mia giggled. “Daddy says he farts glitter when I use it.”

I felt my eyes widen, and a burst of laughter left my mouth. “Is that right?”

His eyes crinkled, joining me in my amusement. “I swallow enough of it. It does seem to settle everywhere—including the bottom of my coffee cup.”

“I see.”

For a moment, the room was silent, and Simon ran a hand through his hair, looking nervous and unsure.

“So, Mia and I made dinner for tonight. Our specialty.”

“Lasagna!” Mia added.

I smiled. “How nice.”

“We, ah, we were wondering, since you were busy all day and everything, if you’d like to join us.”

“Join you?” I repeated, surprised.

“For supper,” Mia interjected, looking between us as if we were inept. “You had a date, and you liked Daddy and he liked you, so now you have to come for supper and see if we all like each other. I told Daddy he was silly—I already like you. You smile with your eyes.”

I tried not to laugh at Simon’s horror at Mia’s word vomit. The tips of his ears turned pink, and he looked more uncomfortable than earlier, which I didn’t think was possible.

“Mia,” he admonished. “That was private.”

She shrugged, not at all put out. “You said it, Daddy. And you never said it was a secret. I’m not a mind reader.”

This time, I did laugh. She was direct and honest. I liked the fact that Simon had talked to her about me. And maybe dinner with the two of them was a good idea. Then Simon and I could talk.

I bent down again. “That would be a big treat, Mia. I love lasagna.”

“Daddy and I make the best. I help with the layers, and he says I do a great job.” She smiled widely. “And we always have garlic bread. I love garlic bread,” she added in a low voice.


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