She glanced nervously between the clock and the door, biting her thumb nail. Where was he? Where was their baby – their project? Harley stared at the door, willing him in with her mind only to have her prayers answered five seconds later. She blew out her breath and shook her head. He was there. His eyes were moving; was he searching for her? She blinked, their gazes met, and immediately his face turned apologetic as he rushed towards his seat. His stare held hers, neither of them looked away, and Harley’s heart thumped just a little harder when he mouthed the words I’m so sorry. Mr. Carls didn’t say anything beyond his usual ‘nice of you to join us Mr. Daniel,’ leaving Harley to wonder – what was the deal? Mr. Carls never let anyone get out of a tardy. Fifty minutes later, Harley found herself leaning up against a locker outside of their classroom waiting for Mason. When he rounded the corner, he practically ran her over.
