“With you?”
“Tutoring me, I mean.”
“Yeah. I know that’s what you meant.” But for a moment, a sheer second, she’d hoped he meant he wanted to spend time with her as a person, not as a tutor.
She shook her head to clear it once again. What a fool she was.
“This is where I live,” she said.
“I know where you live.”
“You do?”
“An address isn’t that hard to find, Kath.”
“Why do you call me Kath? No one does.”
“So you said.” He cocked his head. “It fits you. How come everyone calls you Kathryn?”
“My mom calls me Kathy.”
“But no one else?”
“No. I prefer Kathryn.”
“You want me to call you Kathryn?”
No! For some reason she couldn’t quite figure out, she wanted him to call her Kath and nothing else.
She shook her head again. Damn spider webs were invading her brain.
He parked the car in the street by her house. Without looking at him, Kathryn opened the door and left the car. She turned back, polite to a tee. “Thanks for the ride.”
“No problem. I’ll walk you up.”
“No. Please don’t. This isn’t a date.”
“I didn’t say it was, but I want to walk you up.”
Something in his voice made her relent. He walked her to the front porch and stood with her under the door.
“Thanks for helping me out tonight,” he said.
Could he tell her body had turned to jelly? Her legs quivered. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you after school Monday in the usual classroom.”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I have my own homework to do tomorrow.”
“You might need a break. We could get ice cream or something.”
Okay, this was so not happening. Brett Falcone was not asking her out on a date. Especially not Brett Falcone who was going out with with Michelle Bates.
Darned if she didn’t want to have ice cream with him.
“Okay. Pick me up at three. I’ll have my work done by then.”
“You got it.” His smile lit up his face. He bent near her and brushed his lips lightly across hers.