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“Oh, thank goodness that’s over. I was terrified I wouldn’t be able to pull it off convincingly.” [Barbara said]
“You were magnificent,” [Ian] told her, meaning every word.
“You’d better not forget that next time you start talking about having to ‘protect the girls’.”
The blond man, whose name they’d never caught, disappeared early in the evening but Barbara kept hearing echoes of his assumption from the rest of the faculty in attendance. She’d been at a complete loss for words when two of the language teachers had cornered her and asked when she was going to put Ian out of his misery and make her move. When they started to tell her in graphic detail how they would go about it in her place, she let her temper get the better of her and couldn’t resist the urge to tweak them a bit.
"Just between us girls, I think tonight’s the night," she stage-whispered with a conspiratorial air. "He’s so difficult to resist when I’ve been drinking." She walked away calmly, putting a little more hip-swinging into her gait than was strictly necessary, and immediately regretted the impulsive words. The two women erupted into frantic whispers behind her and with each step she imagined more and more eyes following her every move.
Ian stood frozen just outside the room. He’d been looking for Barbara to see if she were ready to make their escape when he’d heard his name and ducked out of sight. It was lucky he had the reflexes of a wallflower or else he might have embarrassed both himself and Barbara by blundering into what was clearly not a conversation intended for his ears.
But what did she mean by it? Was she just trying to quiet the gossipy women who’d had her cornered or was there some truth behind her words? He couldn’t deny that a ridiculous amount of his time in the past few months had been devoted to thinking about her and wondering if they would ever progress beyond the comfortable friendship that had developed between them. After the evening they’d spent with Ted and Rosemary, he’d even started to hope again that it would.
In fact, he’d had some vague plans to press the issue at the party but the shock of being mistaken for a married couple had pushed them right out of his head. Now, having heard her, he felt emboldened. He pushed away from the wall and went in search of her.
"Are you sure we’re not too early?" She asked as he parked down the street from the Kingston’s house. "Mrs Kingston said the party would start at eight and it’s only just half seven."
"Well, if you hadn’t kicked up such a fuss about not stopping for a fortifying drink on the way, we would be exactly on time," he chided as they went up to the door and rang the bell.
"I just don’t think it would look good to show up together reeking of spirits, that’s all."
"Ah, there’s a point I hadn’t considered. Can’t hold your drink, hmm? Must be murder on the laundry, spilling drinks all over yourself."
She could feel her eyes starting to roll heavenward. “Really, Ian, your jokes get worse the longer I know you. In ten or twenty years, they may very well drive me to violence.”