"What am I going to do?" Ru asked, gathering the papers that were finished up out of the tray and taking her originals that had copied off of the top of the machine. She considered unplugging it and plugging it back in, but since this had happened before, she knew it wouldn’t work. They would have to call someone from the copier company to come out and likely replace many of the electrical components.
“Machine not working?”
Ru hadn’t even heard the door open. She spun around and froze. She was looking into the brightest pair of electric blue eyes she’d ever seen. Swallowing hard, she struggled to compose herself. “Uh… I think… I broke it.”
The man before her let out a soft, melodic chuckle. “I bet I can fix it,” he said.
Despite her shock at being in the presence of an extremely attractive stranger, Ru managed to say, “I doubt it.”
“Let me take a look.”
She stepped back out of the way as he approached the copier. Trying not to stare, Ru couldn’t help but notice he had the physique of an athlete, perhaps a runner. His blond hair was slightly darker than hers, though still light compared to most blonds, and he had to be close to six-four, at least. As he examined the machine, he set his jaw, and Ru had to look down at her shoes. He had the face of a Greek god.
“Let’s try this,” he said, the sound of his voice somehow seeming to calm her anxious stomach, even though she was certain that whatever “this” was, it wasn’t going to work.
He flipped the power switch off and then back on again. Ru was already shaking her head, thinking she’d need to tell this new guy that she knew that wasn’t going to work, but before she could get the words out, she realized the copier was working again. “Oh, my goodness! How did you do that?” she asked, stepping toward the machine, but being careful not to touch it.
“I have my ways,” he said, his charming smile causing her anxiety to morph into butterflies. “Do you have more copies to make?”
“Oh, yeah. Would you mind? I don’t want to touch it again.”
“No problem,” he said, taking the three sheets from her. “How many do you need?”
“Just three of each. They’re for my team.”
He nodded and punched in the correct number before putting the papers through the feeder. “What team are you on?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even introduce myself.”
“That’s okay,” he replied, grabbing her papers out of the tray and taking the originals. “I didn’t either. I’m Cutter. Cutter Michaels.”
He extended his hand, and even though she was afraid she might ignite him with some sort of an electrical charge, Ru placed her hand in his. There was definitely some sort of transfer of energy the second her palm touched his, but it felt more like a warm vibration than an electrical shock. She wondered if he could feel it, too. Perhaps it was just her imagination; he was likely the most attractive man she’d ever seen, after all. Maybe this was the sensation all those romance writers were trying to capture when they spoke of tingles shooting up their heroines’ arms.
“I’m Ru Roberts,” she said. “Nice to meet you. I teach fourth grade.”
“Roo?” he had started his question midway through her introduction, and she wasn’t even sure if he’d heard the rest of her statement. He had a bit of a puzzled look on his face, but that was common when she was introducing herself.
“Yes,” she replied, withdrawing her hand and trying not to make a face. If she did so, he might ask follow-up questions. If she was able to convince him that Ru was a typical, perfectly acceptable name, perhaps he wouldn’t inquire further. “What do you teach?”
Before he could answer, the door opened. “Oh, good, the copier’s already on.” Jane rushed in with a stack of papers. “We are going to need these for our meeting.” She set the pile down on a nearby table. “Hi, Cutter. Did you get all moved in?”
“Just about,” he replied. “The copier is free.” He handed Ru the copies he’d run for her.
“Didn’t you have copies to make?” Ru asked, wondering why he’d even come in, though she realized he didn’t have any papers with him the moment the question was out of her mouth.
“No, I was actually just looking around.”
“Oh….” Ru thought that was a little strange, but then, if he was new, he might’ve just wanted to see the copy room and other common places.
“How was your summer, Ms. Roberts?” Jane had a fake smile plastered to her face, and Ru realized she was just trying to play nice in front of Mr. Michaels.
“Wonderful, thank you. How was yours? Did you have a nice time on your cruise?” Two could play at this game.
“It was delightful.” Jane shook her head and began to run the first stack through the copier.
“Say, Ms. Roberts, I hope you’re planning on bringing this flow chart example to the meeting. It looks great. I used a similar one when I taught fifth grade last year.” Cutter was gesturing at the paper on the top of the small stack Ru was still holding.
She’d come to the realization that Cutter was the new team member a few seconds ago when Jane called him by name. How she felt about that still wasn’t clear. “I am,” she said. “I felt like the rest of the team might want to use it, too.”
“You know you don’t have to bring anything,” Jane reminded her. “I have plenty of fresh ideas for my whole team.”
Jane loved to remind everyone that she was the team leader, despite the fact that Mrs. Long was the first to point out that every teacher in the building was a leader. Before Ru could say anything in response, Cutter said, “Oh, I had some ideas I wanted to run by the team, too. I know I’ve never taught fourth grade before, but I think some of the tools I’ve collected over the years might be useful. We don’t collaborate?”
“No, of course we collaborate,” Jane said, turning around to face him and taking a step closer than necessary. “It’s just… some of our team members have a tendency to bring ideas that aren’t really feasible.” She looked at Ru as if she were an insect.
“Well, this one is awesome. In fact, so are the other two I was looking at before you walked in. I can’t wait to hear about them.”
Ru could feel the gratefulness radiating from her eyes, and she hoped Cutter could pick up on it, too. Perhaps he hadn’t chosen a side, per se, but for now, she would take this as a sign of victory. “Thank you,” she said.
He turned so his back was to Jane and winked at her. “You bet.”
Her legs suddenly felt like jelly, and even though she knew she was acting ridiculous, Ru had to pull her eyes away. She grabbed the rest of her papers off of the table and headed for the door. Cutter got there first and held it open for her. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him. “See you in a bit, Jane.” She turned and smiled at the team leader who only glared in her direction until she realized Cutter was looking at her, and then her face morphed into a freakish, forced smile.
Ru walked down the hall toward her classroom, Cutter at her side. She knew he had to walk that way, too, but she still felt a little awkward. “So… she’s something.”She glanced up at him. Even though she was fairly tall for a woman at five-foot-ten, she still couldn’t get over how much she had to tip her head to look him in the eye, which she realized she should still probably avoid. “That’s Jane.” A wise woman at church had once told her, “If you can’t find something nice to say, don’t say anything at all,” and that was one lessen Ru had taken to heart. She really hated talking badly about others, even when Jane deserved it.“Well, I’m hopeful she will let you share your ideas.” They were almost to their classrooms, and he seemed to slow a bit. He had his hands pushed down into the pockets of his khakis.Ru slowed as well. &ldqu
Cutter was inside the solace of his new classroom, readying it for the arrival of his students on Monday, and even though Ru and Candice were across the hall and his door was closed, he had no problem listening to them, should he want to. Trying to tune them out was not as easy as it might seem since he kept hearing references to himself. Of course, they had no idea he’d be able to hear them on the other side of the building if he wanted to.Setting up his classroom had been no problem even though he’d never done it before. After about an hour of work, it was perfect, as if he’d been working on it for weeks. He appeared as if he had been teaching for several years, and he hoped the students would learn something from him for the time that he was here, but that wouldn’t be too long. Mimicking an elementary school teacher couldn’t be that hard, could it?His phone buzzed in his pocket for probably the tenth t
When Cutter walked into the library, a few other teachers were seated at the rectangular tables, talking excitedly, as if they hadn’t seen each other in years—or maybe it was just months. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to work with people you didn’t see for a couple of months every year. As they noticed him, the women grew quiet for a few seconds, one or two even gasped aloud, and then the conversation shifted to whispers, assuring him he was the new topic of discussion.Normally, he would’ve gathered as much information as possible before subjecting himself to this sort of situation, but in this case, the discovery that the one they’d been searching for might actually be here had come with only enough time to get him this teaching position, and as Rider had pointed out, the website for Thomas Elementary was under construction. They weren’t too tech savvy around here, apparently. The Facebook page for
“Okay, let’s get started everyone!” Mrs. Long said, standing at the front of the room. Many of the voices continued to chatter, so she said, “If you can hear me, clap once.” A few people clapped. Cutter tried not to be confused and prepared for her to ask again. “If you can hear me, clap twice.” This time, he was ready and joined in with about half of the teachers. “If you can hear me, clap three times.” This time, almost everyone was with them. “Are we ready then?”Mrs. Long had a captive audience. She was a short woman, probably in her mid-fifties, with reddish-brown hair that came out of a bottle, though likely the bottle of a stylist. She had a nice manicure and was dressed in a black pantsuit. Though she was a bit robust, she had a kind smile, and Cutter had liked her the moment they’d met. She seemed to really know a lot about education. It was a shame he’d had to lie to
The GT presentation was only supposed to last until 11:00, but it was almost 11:30 before Cutter made his way to Ms. Owen’s room for the fourth grade team meeting. He walked in to see she already had stacks of papers prepared on the table with each of their names on them. Sitting down in front of his stack, he glanced at the others. “Oh, you spell it R-U,” he muttered, noticing the writing on the stack across from him.Ru sat down in the student’s chair, which she fit in much more comfortably than he did. “Yeah,” she replied, with a shrug.“Is it short for anything?” He flipped through the papers in his stack, trying to seem nonchalant, but he really needed to know.“No,” she replied, another shrug.Cutter raised an eyebrow in her direction.“It seems you’re not the only one with an unusual first name anymore,&rd
Ru pulled into her driveway a little after 6:00. The sun was starting to fade behind the horizon, and she was both exhausted and starving.Pushing open the front door, she found Piper there to greet her. “Hello, kitty. I’m sorry. Mommy had to stay late at work to set up her classroom.” She bent down to scratch her pet beneath her chin, dropping her bags on the floor as she did so. She’d come back and take care of that later, but first she needed to make sure Piper had some food and water in her bowls.Her cell phone rang as she was filling up the water dish. Glancing down at the name, she groaned. Should she take it now or put it off? “Better get it over with,” she mumbled, slogging back into the living room as Piper dug into her fresh bowl of food. “Hello?”“Where have you been?”Not even a greeting. Certainly no, “How was your first d
Cutter had stayed at work until after Ru left, watching discretely out the window as she made her way to her car. Sadly, she wasn’t the last to leave, and Cutter began to realize he’d had some misconceptions about public school teachers, but then, he’d never gone to public school, so he hadn’t really known what was typical.Once she was in her car and out of the parking lot, he grabbed his lunchbox and headed out as well. The light had been off in his classroom for more than two hours. He wanted everyone to think he’d gone home. Several people had stopped by that afternoon, after the final meeting of the day, and he was getting tired of pretending to be interested in their lives. They were all nice people, but he wouldn’t be staying there long enough to get to know any of them.He noticed Ru left the door to her classroom open and the light switch on when she left, though it had extinguished itself no
Ru’s classroom was almost ready to greet students Monday morning. She just needed Candice to come help her with a few things, and she’d be all ready, which was a good thing because that day—Friday—would be full of meetings. She always wondered why administrators thought it was a good idea to plan a day of trainings on the last possible day before students came in, as if teachers wouldn’t be completely distracted, wanting to be in their classrooms.She’d met her students the night before at Meet the Teacher, and she just knew this was going to be a great year. There were some familiar faces since she’d been teaching here long enough to start having siblings of former students. A few of the parents told her how happy they were that they had another child in her class. That was one of the rewarding parts of being a teacher, getting to interact with families who really appreciated what she was doing. Sometimes, paren