From upstairs the sound of a nail gun whooshed and boomed. “You can’t possibly concentrate with all that noise.” “I teach teenagers.” Carter red-penciled some comments in the margin. “I can concentrate during thermonuclear war when necessary.” Curious, she peeked over his shoulder as he marked the grade. “Got a B, not bad.” “And real progress for this student. He’s opening up. Are you ready to go?” “I have a little time yet. Sorry I forgot to tell you I had to work tonight.” “You’ve already said that. It’s fine.” “Valentine’s Day wedding, always the big of big deals. Parker and I have to be there, every step of tonight’s rehearsal. And tomorrow.” She leaned in to kiss him. “People in my business tend to work on Valentine’s Day.” “Understood.” “I’ll send you a schmaltzy, sloppy e-card. And I got you something. Major step for me, as it’s my first Valentine’s Day gift.” She went to her desk, took a slim package out of the drawer.
