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money on you. Enjoy his big buffness. Find out if his lips are useful for anything but screaming at the team.”
    Nikki hesitated and glanced back at the door to the church. “I’m not that kind of woman. I value honesty, integrity—”
    “Says the woman who lied about being married.”
    “You’re not helping!” Nikki groaned, guilt darkening her eyes. How do I explain that I want to be pursued, but…slowly? “I just would like to know that a guy wants more than my bod.”
    “You never show your bod.”
    “Not until recently, and have you noticed the drop off in interest from guys?”
    “You still have Flip-Flop Man.”
    Nikki slapped Janna’s arm. “He’s disgusting, and you know it. I have standards, after all.”
    “So you’re judging him by his bod?”
    Rolling her eyes, Nikki said, “And his blatant lack of a personality.”
    “He has a personality,” goaded Janna.
    “Not one you should take out in public.”
    “Would you prefer I snag the guy myself?” suggested Janna in a sing-song voice.
    Nikki grimaced. “Ew!”
    Laughing, Janna checked her reflection in her compact. “Not Flip-Flop. The Coach. He’s got those dreamy big eyes and strong jaw.”
    “No!”
    “The rest of him is that yummy, huh?” She snapped the compact shut and dropped it into her purse.
    “Shut up.” Nikki turned and started walking back into the church. “I’m too inexperienced with men to be having this conversation. I don’t know how to play a player. Or even exactly what that means.”
    Janna quickly caught up with her and looped her arm through Nikki’s. “You’re going to regret this.”
    “Going to church?”
    “No, this whole being married thing. Mark my words,” she said, wagging a finger as they re-entered the chapel to find the pastor praying. “This is going to come back and bite you in the butt.”
    The congregation exclaimed in unison, “Amen!”

7~The First Day of School
     
    Nikki was breezing through her highly rehearsed welcome-to-the-first-day-of-class speech when a caveman-like voice interrupted her train of thought. “Where’s the teacher?”
    Squinting at the back, she saw a student standing in the doorway looking more than a little bewildered. Someone muttered, “Loser.”
    “Um, right here,” said Nikki, waving.
    The kid looked at her, taking his time to focus. “Nuh-uh.”
    Giggling ensued.
    Nikki lifted her lanyard with the laminated ID card and clump of brassy keys. “Yuh-huh,” she said. “I’ve got the keys.”
    “You look like a kid,” he said.
    Nikki glanced down at her petite frame. “Well, thanks for the compliment. My skin care products must be working.”
    The class rippled with laughter. The intruder, however, remained stoic. Trying to hold back her annoyance, Nikki asked, “Can I help you?”
    He waved vaguely at the door. “Tell the teacher she forgot to put out the attendance sheet. I’ll be back.” Nikki’s face flushed as he waddled out the door. Mouthing her best Terminator impression, I’ll be back , she quickly rifled through the stack of papers on her desk. Attendance sheets. Where are the attendance sheets? Who cares about attendance sheets?
    “They’re in the inbox on your file cabinet,” said a lanky boy with shaggy blonde hair and glasses.
    She checked, and sure enough, they were there. Winking and sticking her tongue out at the same time, she said, “Thanks. You’re a life-saver.”
    “Dude, she winked at you!” called a boy from the back.
    “She stuck her tongue out, too. I think that balances out any threat of harassment charges,” answered the boy in glasses drily.
    Nikki stifled a laugh behind the attendance sheets. Okay, I like this kid , she thought. “We interrupt that riveting introduction to Freshman English for this exciting roll call procedure. You know the drill.”
    The kids smirked or looked blank depending on how much sugar they’d already consumed, and Nikki stared down at the list, dreading the fact that she’d