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impossible to replace. If she turned that same skill to his social life, he was probably doomed. The only way to beat her at that game would be to take charge of it himself.
    “Have you spoken to Dr. Townsend about Jan?” he asked as she started to leave.
    “Not just yet,” she said. “I thought it would be more effective if you mentioned it.”
    He frowned at that. “The way I heard it straight from her lips, she’s not really interested in moving here.”
    “Oh, I think she would if the right opportunity came along,” she responded confidently.
    “And you think working in a small town medical practice would be the right opportunity?”
    She shrugged. “Maybe not, but I know working with you would be.”
    “Debra!”
    She laughed at his discomfort. “I’m just saying, you could both do worse.” Then she gave him a look that was all too knowing. “Something tells me you already have.”
    And that, J.C. thought, was the sad truth of things.
    * * *
    Laura was thoroughly frustrated by her inability to figure out what was going on with Misty. She’d been AWOL from class again today, and Cal had had nothing to report that might give her any insight beyond mentioning that Misty’s pediatrician shared her concern. Time was running out. If she couldn’t solve the mystery and get Misty back into class by Monday morning, she’d have no choice but to bring it to the principal’s attention. Then it would be out of her hands. She’d take enough heat for having been silent for this long.
    She’d just finished recording the grades from the last assignment when she looked up and saw Misty standing in the doorway to the classroom. She looked as if she might bolt at any second.
    “There you are,” Laura said, unable to keep a note of relief out of her voice. “I’ve missed you in class. I’ve asked your other teachers to let you know I wanted to see you, but you’ve been ignoring my messages.”
    “I’m sorry,” Misty said, making her way into the room with unmistakable reluctance.
    The poor child looked as if the weight of the world were on her shoulders.
    “Do you have a minute now?” Misty asked hesitantly. “Or some other time?”
    “Now’s good,” Laura assured her.
    Misty sat down and looked everywhere but directly at her.
    “Want to tell me what’s been going on?” Laura asked eventually.
    Misty shook her head. “Not really.”
    Laura bit back a smile. “Then why are you here?”
    “I made a promise to somebody and I have to keep it or I’ll be in big trouble.”
    “You’re already in big trouble,” Laura reminded her. “Skipping class is grounds for suspension.”
    Misty sighed, her expression oddly resigned. “Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I could just study at home and turn in my assignments.”
    Laura frowned at her. “What’s wrong with school, Misty? You’ve always been an excellent student. The first papers you turned in for me were A-plus tests and essays, so I know you’re not struggling with the material. Now you’re skipping my class.”
    “And Mr. Jamison’s,” the teen admitted.
    Laura wasn’t all that surprised that he hadn’t noticed. Dave knew his subjects—algebra and geometry—but beyond that he wasn’t exactly a teacher who stayed on top of things. She wondered, though, what the common denominator was between those two classes.
    “So it’s not just my teaching style you don’t like,” she said, hoping to lighten the mood a little.
    Misty looked appalled by the suggestion. “No, you’re great! I love English. Math, too, for that matter. I just can’t come to class.”
    “You need to explain that to me,” Laura said firmly. “I can’t help unless you do.”
    Misty shook her head. “It’ll only get worse if I talk about it. Please, you’ve got to believe me. It’s better if I’m not in class.” Her expression brightened. “Maybe I could transfer back into the regular English and math classes or at least to the other section of AP