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have an idea of what it was like to have added girth in front of him. It was by far the highlight of his week to hold her in his arms…even if it was more for show-and-tell than for romance. Courtney had again tensed at his touch but eventually relaxed.
    He was completely in awe by the end of the class. He’d asked all kinds of questions until Mrs. Campbell, in frustration at his ignorance, invited him to stay after class so she could answer the rest of his inquiries.
    “Sorry, this stuff is just really cool. I’m a dude so I don’t get periods or have babies, and the only tenderness in my breasts is from lifting weights,” he said to Mrs. Campbell upon seeing her frown.
    When Mrs. Campbell turned back to the rest of the class, Courtney leaned over and said, “Didn’t you take health class in high school?”
    It wasn’t like admitting the truth would change anything between them. She was pregnant with another man’s baby. “I didn’t always go to school.”
    She backed away and stared at him with an odd look on her face. He could only pray that she didn’t burst into tears again.
    “Mr. Wells, did you have another question?” an exasperated Mrs. Campbell asked him.
    “She was talking first,” he said, pointing at Courtney. It was like high school all over again, where the teacher only noticed when the big dummy talked and not when any of the other students talked.
    Courtney giggled and when he looked at her, he couldn’t help but laugh, too. She was the cutest thing he’d seen in a long time. Life was cruel sometimes, what with putting someone like Courtney under his nose even though he couldn’t have her. If he couldn’t date her, perhaps he could encourage her to relax around him and he’d have another friend. When class ended, he turned to her. “I could drive you home if you want.”
    “I’m sure Jess is done at the hospital by now. She’s probably waiting for me, but I can answer any more questions you have about fetuses or female body functions if you want to walk me out,” she said with a laugh.
    “Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure the real Mr. Wells wouldn’t appreciate some strange man dropping off his girlfriend after pregnancy and fetal-development class.” Ian smiled as he followed her down the hallway toward the exit.
    “You’re the closest thing to a Mr. Wells there ever was or ever will be,” she murmured. “Thanks for spending an hour and half learning about stuff you probably don’t care about. I’m not sure why you didn’t just admit you’re not Mr. Wells and cut out, but thanks all the same.”
    He wasn’t sure what Courtney had meant. Was the baby’s father just not looking to marry her? Or did the man not have plans to be in their lives? Either way, instead of feeling glad that his thoughts about her were less depraved, her admission made Ian feel bad for her. He understood not wanting to be tied down, but ditching a kid was wrong. His own father had walked away from his mother before Ian had been old enough to remember the man. He’d never understood why his parents’ breakup had to include him, too.
    “No, I liked the class. I mean not the crap about vaginal discharge and breast tenderness so much, but the labor and delivery and the actual baby stuff was cool as hell,” he replied.
    She shook her head and laughed some more as they stepped outside into the humid evening air. Pulling her cell phone out of her purse she hit a number. After stopping at the bottom of the steps, she waited and then said, “Hey, Jess, it’s Courtney. Class is over and I haven’t heard from you. I’m kind of worried. Hope everything is okay. Call me when you get this message.”
    Hanging up, she glanced toward the front of the college where several public transit buses were lined up. Then she looked back at Ian as though weighing which would be worse, riding with him or riding the bus. So he pulled out his own cell phone. He dialed Jess’s number, and again her voicemail picked