Chapter 4

Before I could wonder whether or not dating my kids’ teacher was against the rules, Emmett’s expression turned scandalized and he clapped a hand over his mouth. “Oh, God. I’m sorry. That was inappropriate.”

“It’s fine,” I assured him.

But he kept babbling. “I usually have to beg, borrow, and steal to get materials. And even then it’s subpar. And I have to do most of the work myself, and I’m okay at it, but not great. The sets look fine, but having a real professional with professional materials—”

“Em,” I interrupted, unintentionally shortening his name like we used to in high school. “It’s fine. Really. And I’m happy to help.”

“Okay, good.” He still seemed flustered, but he took a deep breath and soldiered on. “Well, it’s very appreciated. Just put your name and number down here, and I’ll contact you to find out when you’re available. We’ll coordinate with any other volunteers.”