Rachel
Caine had successfully avoided me for four days.
Until today. There would be no way to avoid seeing me unless he skipped the once-per-semester, mandatory faculty meeting TAs were required to attend, as well as professors.
I was sitting alone in the back of the large conference room with a seat open next to me—not that I was saving it for anyone in particular. Caine hadn’t shown up yet. Each time someone walked in, my eyes darted to the door. The music department chair had taken his place at the front of the room, readying to begin, when Caine finally showed up.
Stopping in the doorway, his eyes scanned the room, falling on me before quickly looking anywhere else. He couldn’t have taken a seat farther away from me.
I was surprised his hair didn’t catch fire during the forty-five
