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escorted down the corridor to his office.
    He lifted a brow at the sight of them.
    “We are being invaded,” he joked to his son. And then whispered, “There are two of
     them.”
    His son giggled while Peter settled him at his desk.
    “What do they look like?”
    Peter understood the question. “Not too awful scary.”
    His son covered his ears and whispered, “She sounds like Aunt Ruth!”
    Peter watched as they entered the room. The taller of the two overshadowed the other.
     Boisterous in her demeanor, she prattled on to Gunther, who dutifully ignored her
     snippy tone and answered her questions with a yes madame, no madame.
    “She rather does at that,” Peter agreed.
    Though he couldn’t quite hear their discourse, he thought her rather confident in
     her bearing, a positive trait in one who would teach, and an indication to Peter that
     she knew her position and was well at ease with her abilities. The other woman, he
     could not see entirely, as the boisterous one managed to shield her from his view.
     He moved forward to greet them.
    She—they—were hardly what he had expected.
    Both were lovely, and some bit younger than he had imagined. The boisterous one appeared
     to be in her early forties, he surmised, while the other couldn’t be more than thirty.
    “Mel Frank,” said the boisterous one, extending her hand in greeting.
    Peter stepped forward to accept it, and was about to bring it to his lips for a gentlemanly
     peck, but she wrapped her fingers about his hand and, with the grip of a deadly boa
     constrictor, shook it fiercely.
    Her boldness took him aback so that he failed at first to note the name.
    Mel Frank.
    She looked him squarely in the face, and with her piercing blue eyes staring back
     at him, the realization struck him first that she was not blind.
    She was not his applicant.
    His attention turned at once to the woman who stood behind her. He blinked then, and
     entirely dismissed Mel Frank.
    He forgot, even, to breathe.
    Good God, she wasn’t just lovely.
    She was damned well beautiful.
    With delicate brows that arched over dark spectacles and a princess nose, she exuded
     a sort of little-girl charm. Auburn strands escaped her otherwise neat coiffure, and
     framed her face with gentle highlights that contrasted with her rich dark hair. But
     it was her lips that caught his attention, and held it—full lips that seemed formed
     to suit a man’s pleasures. Not those of a child at all.
    Did she know how to use them? The thought stirred his loins.
    “Mr. Holland,” Mrs. Frank said, drawing his attention once more. “May I introduce
     to you my employer, Miss Sarah Hopkins.”
    Miss Hopkins stepped forward, and Peter held his breath. His heart began to hammer.
    “How do you do?” she replied at once, and extended her hand, as Mel had done. Only
     her gesture wasn’t nearly as bold. He was so stunned by the sight of her that his
     hand remained at his side.
    He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so instantly taken with a woman.
    Breaking free of his stupor, he took her hand but refrained from kissing it, merely
     shook it. He had the indication from both women’s demeanors that a gentleman’s kiss
     would be an entirely unwelcome gesture. Though Sarah’s manner was not nearly as forward
     as Mrs. Frank’s, her carriage was filled with the same haughty defiance, despite her
     obvious handicap; she couldn’t see him.
    Peter’s first thought was that he wished she would remove her dark spectacles so he
     could see the color of her eyes. The mischievous shape of her brows intrigued him
     and he found himself peeking down over the rim of her spectacles, trying to get a
     glimpse. And then his focus shifted to the spectacles.
    Blind, she was blind.
    He was ashamed to admit that the notion left him slightly unnerved. His gaze fell
     once more to her lips, not quite able to meet her eyes, despite that she couldn’t
     spy his.
    And yet, to his stupefaction, and despite her