of his aftershave. Away from his comforting warmth. Her legs refused to move.
âIâm not going anywhere. The senator knows about you now, and he wants to talk to you and your mother.â
She stepped back. âYou lied to me. I thought you said you didnât have a way of reaching him, that he was on a plane.â
âHe is.â His tone kicked up an octave, almost imperceptibly so. âPlanes have Wi-Fi these days, and he has access to his email. I didnât want to bother him with this, but after your mother made that statement...â
âYou had no choice because we arenât just a minor nuisance anymore.â
âThatâs notââ
âYou lied to me earlier. You told meââ
âI told you he was on a plane.â
âRight, not a technical lie in DC, but in the real world, weâd call that dishonest.â She balled her hands into fists so he wouldnât see her shaking. âNow leave, before I call the sheriff to escort you out.â
âKat...â
âDr. Driscoll!â
âFine, let meââ
The shrill ringing of a phone interrupted him. The APT Committee! She flew to her purse and dug it out.
âKaterina Driscoll,â she answered with as much normalcy as she could muster.
âProfessor Driscoll, itâs Dean Gladstone.â
He was the only dean at Hillsdale; he didnât really need to specify, but he always insisted on formality in a school where everyone referred to each other by their first name. Kat suspected he did it to remind people that he alone had the power to change the course of their lives.
She checked her watch. The APT Committee wasnât scheduled to meet for another ten minutes. As usual, the dean got right to the point.
âWeâve decided to postpone the APT meeting. Yours was the only application we were considering, and I didnât think it was in your best interest to have the meeting today.â
Her heart stopped. âSo what does that mean for me?â She managed to control the tremor in her voice.
âProfessor Driscoll, Iâve personally reviewed your application and I have concerns.â
She swallowed. It was happening all over again, just like it had with Colin. The media were blowing up a story, and she was paying the price. It had taken all of her savings and months of effort with a lawyer to get a small-town newspaper article retracted and deleted from the internet. No amount of money and lawyers could do that with a story this big; this would haunt her for the rest of her life.
âYouâve obviously worked very hard, but Iâm trying to raise the caliber of faculty in this school.â Katâs heart sank. Heâd canceled the meeting because they werenât going to give her the promotion.
âItâs hard for our little college to compete in Virginia when we have big-name universities that attract both students and faculty. We must ensure that our professors are of the highest standing.â He spoke with the kind of fake British accent that ivory-tower professors often put on. She felt like Maria in The Sound of Music getting a lecture from Mother Superior.
She sat on the bench next to the entryway and let her head rest on the wall behind her. The dean had obviously made up his mind.
While he droned on about his standards for faculty members, Katâs mind wandered to thoughts of the senator. After all these years of wondering which shadowy politician was her father, she finally had the truth. What was he like as a man? Would he have stood by her mother if heâd known she was pregnant? Would her mother be the same woman if heâd been in their lives? Would Katâs life have been different? Would she have picked a better man than Colin if sheâd had a male role model growing up? These were all questions sheâd asked herself a thousand times before, and she never came up with any answers. But maybe now...
She