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.Maybe she should call him and suggest they meet earlier….A knock on the door startled her.She looked up and thought for a moment her imagination had gotten the better of her.Dylan was standing in the doorway, dressed in a blue suit, his tie loosened at his throat, a briefcase in his hand.Her heart raced and she smiled and rose from her chair.“Dylan!”His smile hit her with one hundred watts of sex appeal.Her knees went weak and she had to sit down again.She remembered now why she’d been avoiding him.When he was around, she couldn’t think clearly.Not a good sign when the whole point was to keep their relationship casual.Or as casual as it could be considering they were having the most mind-blowing sex of her life.“Dylan, hello.What are you doing here?”“I need your help with something.” He sauntered to her desk and set the briefcase alongside her student papers.“I have to come up with a slogan for my campaign posters.I thought—you’re an English teacher—you’re good with words.And I’m desperate.”She laughed.“How many times did I hear those words when we were kids? You were always desperate for help with your homework.”“And you were always willing to help.” He grabbed a chair, pulled it alongside her desk and sat facing her.“Come on.If you don’t help, I’ll be stuck with the slogan Troy Sommers came up with.”“You asked Troy Sommers before you asked me?” She faked a hurt look.“Troy’s my campaign manager.But he sucks at slogans.”“So what did he come up with?”A pained look crossed his face.“Do It With Dylan.”She choked back laughter.“Oh, my—that’s really bad.”“Troy thinks it’s young and hip.I tried to tell him it’s just stupid.He challenged me to come up with something better, but so far, I’ve failed.”“Maybe we should focus on the issues.What platform are you running on?”He frowned.“I just want to do the best job I can for the kids, but Troy convinced me we have to have something the public can latch on to, so we settled on the idea that in my administration I intend to focus on the educational needs of the students—a focus on fundamentals with more money in the budget for libraries and computer labs, as well as some freebie things like public recognition of students’ contributions to the community and appointment of student liaisons to work with the school board.”Taylor let out a low whistle.“Ambitious.”He grinned.“Not too much, I hope.”“No.I like your ideas.A lot of voters will, too.” She shifted into a more comfortable position.“One exercise I do with my students is brainstorming.” She opened a desk drawer and took out a legal pad.“We write down whatever comes to mind.It doesn’t matter how silly it is, the idea is to come up with a lot of material to work with.”“At this point, I’m willing to try anything.”She picked up a pen.“Okay, so ‘Do It With Dylan’ is out.How about ‘Dylan Gets It Done’?”“Or ‘A Done Deal With Dylan.’”“‘Dylan Does It Right.’”He nodded.“Or ‘Dylan Does It Left,’ depending on your political views.”“‘Don’t Delay—Vote Dylan Today.’”“‘Decide On Dylan.’”“‘Dylan For Destiny.’”He made a pantomime of sticking his finger down his throat.“I’m beginning to hate my own name.”She studied the sheet of paper.“We could go with your last name.‘Get With Gates’ or ‘Go With Gates.’”He made a face.“Worse.” He craned his neck to study the paper.“Maybe I’ll give Troy a list and let him choose.‘Dylan Gets It Done’ doesn’t sound quite as horrible as the rest.”She laughed and pushed the paper away.“I can see neither of us has a future on Madison Avenue.”“That’s all right.” He leaned back in the chair, relaxed.“I’m happy to stick it out in Cedar Creek for the next fifty years or so.”Her throat tightened at this reminder that he would be staying here while she was going away [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Maybe she should call him and suggest they meet earlier….A knock on the door startled her.She looked up and thought for a moment her imagination had gotten the better of her.Dylan was standing in the doorway, dressed in a blue suit, his tie loosened at his throat, a briefcase in his hand.Her heart raced and she smiled and rose from her chair.“Dylan!”His smile hit her with one hundred watts of sex appeal.Her knees went weak and she had to sit down again.She remembered now why she’d been avoiding him.When he was around, she couldn’t think clearly.Not a good sign when the whole point was to keep their relationship casual.Or as casual as it could be considering they were having the most mind-blowing sex of her life.“Dylan, hello.What are you doing here?”“I need your help with something.” He sauntered to her desk and set the briefcase alongside her student papers.“I have to come up with a slogan for my campaign posters.I thought—you’re an English teacher—you’re good with words.And I’m desperate.”She laughed.“How many times did I hear those words when we were kids? You were always desperate for help with your homework.”“And you were always willing to help.” He grabbed a chair, pulled it alongside her desk and sat facing her.“Come on.If you don’t help, I’ll be stuck with the slogan Troy Sommers came up with.”“You asked Troy Sommers before you asked me?” She faked a hurt look.“Troy’s my campaign manager.But he sucks at slogans.”“So what did he come up with?”A pained look crossed his face.“Do It With Dylan.”She choked back laughter.“Oh, my—that’s really bad.”“Troy thinks it’s young and hip.I tried to tell him it’s just stupid.He challenged me to come up with something better, but so far, I’ve failed.”“Maybe we should focus on the issues.What platform are you running on?”He frowned.“I just want to do the best job I can for the kids, but Troy convinced me we have to have something the public can latch on to, so we settled on the idea that in my administration I intend to focus on the educational needs of the students—a focus on fundamentals with more money in the budget for libraries and computer labs, as well as some freebie things like public recognition of students’ contributions to the community and appointment of student liaisons to work with the school board.”Taylor let out a low whistle.“Ambitious.”He grinned.“Not too much, I hope.”“No.I like your ideas.A lot of voters will, too.” She shifted into a more comfortable position.“One exercise I do with my students is brainstorming.” She opened a desk drawer and took out a legal pad.“We write down whatever comes to mind.It doesn’t matter how silly it is, the idea is to come up with a lot of material to work with.”“At this point, I’m willing to try anything.”She picked up a pen.“Okay, so ‘Do It With Dylan’ is out.How about ‘Dylan Gets It Done’?”“Or ‘A Done Deal With Dylan.’”“‘Dylan Does It Right.’”He nodded.“Or ‘Dylan Does It Left,’ depending on your political views.”“‘Don’t Delay—Vote Dylan Today.’”“‘Decide On Dylan.’”“‘Dylan For Destiny.’”He made a pantomime of sticking his finger down his throat.“I’m beginning to hate my own name.”She studied the sheet of paper.“We could go with your last name.‘Get With Gates’ or ‘Go With Gates.’”He made a face.“Worse.” He craned his neck to study the paper.“Maybe I’ll give Troy a list and let him choose.‘Dylan Gets It Done’ doesn’t sound quite as horrible as the rest.”She laughed and pushed the paper away.“I can see neither of us has a future on Madison Avenue.”“That’s all right.” He leaned back in the chair, relaxed.“I’m happy to stick it out in Cedar Creek for the next fifty years or so.”Her throat tightened at this reminder that he would be staying here while she was going away [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]