Sarah Wilkens sat next to Scott Rondell at Professor Rivard's funeral so she could lean on his shoulder a couple times during the service as if overcome with grief. In fact, the only thing that bothered her about the professor's death was that he'd kicked the bucket before they had a chance to properly finish their s****l romp around his office.
Typical man, she thought, can't complete a simple task without a complication! No matter, she decided, she had more important things to focus on. It must have been fate that brought Scott back into her life the same week Professor Rivard bit the dust.
She'd never stopped wanting – or loving – Scott, even during all those years she hadn't seen him. All the other men were really just placeholders or practice runs for him.
Not that she hadn't e
