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news on my school uniforms, though I secretly wished they’d remain lost forever.
    “Miss Bright,” I said as I entered the spacious office with a view on the zen study garden.  “I’m…”
    “Lux Collins,” she cut in as she stood and held her hand out.  She was an imposing figure, standing close to six feet tall and leaving no doubt she was in charge. “I’ve been expecting you.”
    She swept an inquisitive gaze up and down the length of me, her gaze harsh as she appraised my attire, but a note of interest sparked in her eyes.  “I take it there’s a good reason you don’t have a uniform.”
    “I haven’t received it yet.”
    “I’ll make sure you get it by the end of the day.” She repressed an amused grin as she took her seat. “Please sit down.”
    I handed her my rather thick school file and she flipped through the pages, her face alternating between displeasure and great interest. “You’ve had a tumultuous school year to say the least.”
    “I guess I’m just the type kids don’t like.  Trouble finds me in pretty short order.”
    She smiled. “I’m sure a pretty girl like you attracts more than just trouble, but let me assure you that St. James Academy could be just the school to put a little space between Lux Collins and trouble. This is a wonderful school, and we’re proud of every single graduate.  I’m sure you’ll love it.”
    My smile felt pasted on as I listened to her rattle off the advantages of going to such a prestigious school. I nodded at the appropriate moments, said, “How wonderful,” when she mentioned how small the classes were and forced a laugh as she went on and on about the fun-filled pranks teachers were apt to pull in order to keep students in line.
    The office door cracked open and I was relieved by the intrusion. Finally, someone to put an end to this endless meeting.
    Miss Bright’s eyes lit up as she looked over my shoulder.  Probably a teacher she had a crush on I thought absently. I chewed on a nail as I waited for her to finish with the intruder and get back to my class schedule.
    “Braxton, you're just in time.”
    “Happy to be of help, Miss Bright.”
    The voice was surprisingly younger than I’d expected, obviously not that of a teacher, but my interest level didn’t go further than that.
    When Miss Bright cleared her throat for the third time, I glanced at her. She cocked her brow towards the door with interest and seemed genuinely dismayed by my lack of curiosity.
    A quick sidelong glance told me it was a young male student dressed in a navy blue uniform.  His shoes shined, his pants fell into a neatly hemmed line over them and there was no sign of a knee deforming the perfect pleat.  My disinterested gaze didn’t go further than that before turning to Miss Bright.
    “I’ve arranged to have a student show you around. He’ll show you where your classes are, the cafeteria, study halls and anything else you might want to find.” Once again her eyes reflected dismay.
    The young man stepped forward, forcing me to give him the attention Miss Bright seemed so eager for me to bestow on him.
    My lazy, disinterested breath caught in my throat as I looked up at him and I had to fight to keep from gaping.  Suddenly my heart raced and my mind tried to make sense of it all.
    “Braxton Kingsley,” the young man said, his lips twitching into a cockeyed grin, his hazel eyes twinkling with the knowledge of the effect he had on women.
    My voice was useless as it gurgled and croaked as I tried to think of something to say.  He was the young man I’d seen through the raven adorned gate; the young man in the lacrosse outfit. I was certain of it.  His blond hair, swept off his face, but falling in haphazard curls at his neck, gave him an allure that was irresistible.
    The navy jacket was broad at the shoulders and exquisitely filled.  Adding to his lurid appeal was one unclasped top button of his shirt teamed with his slackened navy tie.  The