Garin was busy grading terms papers. There were only a few weeks left before the end of the semester and it showed in his students’ papers. He groaned as he found another plagiarized essay. It appeared as if one student wrote at least five papers. He took a long swig of the amber whiskey at his elbow, the ice cubes clinking gently.

He couldn’t stay focused. He kept thinking about Willow’s kiss last night. She kissed him desperately. He didn’t know why, but it felt like not ...