love.â
âLove is overrated. My marriage to Duke was proof of that. Whatever feelings I may have had for him died the same time our baby did, and nothing can bring either of the two back.â
âNever say never,â Sullivan cautioned her.
Kina shook her head. âGod wonât send you a husband until you deal with your issues with Duke.â
Angel sighed. âGod can send me some more patients or money to meet this monthâs payroll. He can even send me the seven hundred dollars to pay for these beautiful shoes.â She looked longingly at the pricey short-cuff platform boots before placing them back on the pedestal. âBut the last thing I need for God to send me right now is another man to break my heart.â
Chapter 6
âI donât know what came over me.â
â Lawson Kerry
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On Monday morning, Lawson woke up feeling the same nervous tension that she always battled on the first day of school as a student; only now, she battled it as a teacher.
âYouâll do fine,â Garrett assured her when he called that morning to pray that Lawson had a productive day and a smooth school year. His words calmed her, but the panic which had temporarily subsided arose again, tightening the knot in Lawsonâs stomach by the time she reached the campus of North Central High School.
Lawsonâs first official day as an American history instructor was filled with pre-planning meetings, skimming over student and faculty handbooks, and adjusting scheduling conflicts. By noon, she was already overwhelmed and wondered if it was too late to get back her old job as a cashier at Pick-n-Pay.
âBe sure to have your lesson plans turned in before you leave on Fridays, and we have department meetings on Wednesdays at three,â droned Lydia Paul, her middle-aged social studies department chair. Lawson nodded, trying to process all of it, while Lydia doled out rules and policies as she led Lawson on a campus tour. âAny questions?â
âI have a million questions,â confessed Lawson. âI didnât realize there was so much to learn in such little time. I donât think college really prepared me for all this.â
âOne thing youâll learn very quickly is that teaching is on-the-job training. College classes can offer you theories about what goes on in the classroom, but nothing prepares you like actually being in the trenches.â
âYou make it sound like weâre going to war.â
âThatâs the way it feels most days. Donât you worry.â Lydia patted Lawson on the back. âYouâll have more help than you can stand, especially from your mentor. All new teachers have one specifically assigned to them. I believe youâre one of Coach Vinsonâs mentees. Heâs the teacher support specialist for our department.â
âDang, how bad is it if I need an assigned specialist to keep me from jumping off the roof?â
Lydia laughed. âItâs not that bad; I promise. We just want to make sure you have all the support you need. Coach Vinsonâs a peach. You probably saw him during the meeting. Heâs pretty hard to miss.â She nudged Lawson. âHeâs a cutie-pie.â
âMy head is so full right now that I wouldnât have noticed if Jesus Himself walked into that meeting.â
âWhenever you are too distracted to notice a good-looking man or the Second Coming, you know youâre working too hard,â teased Lydia.
âWhen will I have a chance to meet him?â
âHis room is not too far from here. We can stop by there so I can give you two a proper introduction.â Lawson nodded and added Coach Vinson to the growing list of people and places that she needed to remember.
Lydia stopped in front of a closed door. âHere we are. Letâs see if Coach is in here.â She knocked on the door and turned to Lawson. âCoach Vinson is the best. All