Chapter One Leah Sampson couldn''t wait for the day to end. Twelve straight hours on the phone, talking students through exam jitters, boyfriend troubles and suicidal thoughts was enough to make anyone go mad. Whoever said this generation had their shit together was dreaming in Technicolor. The problems she''d worked this lot through today had left her drained. A glass of Pinot, bowl of chocolate ice cream and soak in a hot tub were long past due. She turned her head as Wolf skirted past her desk to flop onto the couch positioned under a line of grimy windows. Darkness pressed against the glass and she glanced at her watch. Ten to nine.
Ten more minutes and she''d be on her way home. She tuned back into the girl''s voice droning into her ear and waited for her to take a breath. "If he threatens to hit you again, call me back," Leah inserted. "We''ll talk further about your options. It''ll be time to decide whether you want to make a change. Yes, call anytime. We''re always here to help you through." She wearily hung up and looked across at Wolf, his long legs stretched out on the floor in front of him.
His eyes were closed. "What have you got on for tonight?" he asked. A question inside of a question. He was really asking if she''d ended the affair. Had she stopped slinking around behind his back? She couldn''t risk him finding out what she''d done. Not yet. "I''m going home alone and putting my feet up," she said, using both hands to refasten the clip that held her long hair away from her face. "And I''ll be in the library writing a paper tomorrow so no chance of getting into trouble.
" Wolf''s eyes flashed open: expressive green orbs flecked with gold. They were half of the reason why he''d been nicknamed a member of the animal kingdom. The other half lay in his mane of brown hair and full beard. She could have added his animal fierceness in bed, but that was an observation she''d attempted to seal away in her memory bank. Some days with more success than others. He nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. "I''ll walk you out if you''re ready." She glanced at her watch again.
"Four minutes after nine. Where''s that damn Gail? She''s taking over the line from me and late as usual." "Getting a coffee. She''ll be back in a few." "I can''t leave until she gets here." "I''ll wait." With blessed kindness, the phone remained silent until Gail traipsed in at quarter past. Leah grimaced in her direction, but Gail ignored the rebuke just as she ignored most subtleties in life.
Spiky red hair, round face and rounder body littered in cartoon character tattoos and piercings, her style was as unapologetic as her character. Yet, Leah had to admit that Gail had a way with the callers. An empathy one couldn''t fake. Gail balanced a coffee cup in one hand and biology text and iPad under her arm. "How''re our loonies doing today?" she asked. "I hope they had the grace to call you and didn''t save up their anxieties for my shift." Nice," said Wolf, rubbing a hand through his beard. "If they knew the sensitive face of Queen''s University at the other end of the help line, they might think twice about sharing their secrets with you.
" "I''m just talking about the repeat loonies who wallow in messes of their own making." Gail dropped into the swivel chair newly vacated by Leah and scattered her possessions across the desk. "Thank God for the rule never to meet any of the callers. Can you imagine?" "The regulars have all called this afternoon, I think," Leah said. "Some more than once." She grabbed her cellphone from the desk. "We''re off then." She turned her head so that Wolf didn''t see her face.
He''d know she was hiding something. He had a sixth sense when it came to her and lying. They exited their office in the limestone house sandwiched next to the Student Centre on University Avenue. A cool breeze had come up from the direction of Lake Ontario and the air smelled of rain; dank, fecund vegetation; and earth worms. Summer school ended in a week with a short break before the fall semester began. Too bad the student problems never took a break: summer, fall, winter, spring. Each season had its own emotional issues. Leah noticed the asphalt was wet in the circle of light under a streetlamp.
She shivered in her light t-shirt and denim skirt. It had been a hot August day when she walked to work that morning. She hadn''t thought to bring a jacket. Wolf walked on the road side. He told her one night in bed that they''d been taught how to treat a girl in gym class: walk closest to the oncoming traffic, hold the door open, wear a condom. He''d taken it all to heart. She''d been hurt at first when he ended their relationship. Hurt that he''d doubted her, then anger that finally resolved itself into acceptance.
She''d been shocked when he told her the month before that he knew she was having an affair. It was exactly the wrong time for him to accuse her. He''d pressed for a name and she''d refused. Predictably, he''d made the leap that she was protecting a married man. She hadn''t denied it, not even when Wolf told her they had to take a break from each other. It still made her chest constrict and her eyes burn to think he didn''t want her anymore, that he could doubt her so easily. They reached a truce after a few weeks of not speaking. Now, she was grateful for his brotherly presence in her life.
It meant he might still come around and become something more. She just needed a bit more time. "I''ve handed in my notice to Mark," he said. She stopped walking. "I hope it wasn''t because of my ." "No," he interrupted quickly. "Our break up had nothing to do with my decision. I just think it''s time I got into the field.
My last exam is end of the week and I''ve accepted a job with the Kingston Public School Board in September. I''m heading out west for a few weeks." She caught up to him. "Then you''ll come back to Kingston." For a moment, she''d feared losing him altogether. "For now." He turned his head sideways and grinned at her. "I''ll have an office, but will travel to different schools to work with the kids.
" "You''ll be terrific. I''m jealous." "When you finish next year, I can put a word in for you too." "I''m not sure this kind of work is for me. I''ve had doubts lately." "It''s the first you''ve said." "It''s just the all the pain, you know? People and their problems that never get resolved. I think they''ve finally worn me out.
" Wolf reached an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. She let herself relax against him for a moment before pushing him away. "I''m just thinking about it, okay? No decision yet." "Don''t do anything rash. You''re good at helping people even if the results aren''t always obvious. You have empathy." "I just can''t distance myself." Some of their troubles hit too close to home.
She wanted to tell him about what she''d done, but couldn''t bring herself to yet. She''d crossed lines, but wouldn''t drag in anybody else. Still, her actions proved she wasn''t professional enough for this field of work. Wolf looked down Sydenham Street toward the house where she had an apartment. It was dark along the road, a street lamp burned out near her driveway. "I could walk you to your door if you like." "I thought you were meeting someone at the pub?" "Yeah, but they can wait." "I''m fine, Wolf.
You go." "You sure?" "I''ll see you in a couple of days." "Get some rest, then." He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She held onto his arm for a moment before he turned away. She would have liked to wrap her whole body around him and make things right. From the look in his eyes, she believed he wanted the same. One day soon.
Leah walked briskly down Sydenham toward Johnson, chilled in her light clothing. At the walkway to the front door of the two storey red brick house where she''d lived for the past two years, she stopped and looked back toward the corner. Wolf still stood in the shadows where the streets intersected, watching until she made it safely inside. Another gym class lesson well learned. She smiled and waved at the same time he looked down to check his phone. She slowly lowered her hand. A feeling of sadness welled up unexpectedly. One day, Wolf would find somebody else and this fragile friendship would slip away.
Some things could never go back to what they were. It always went like that with the people who meant the most to her. Sometimes you don''t know what you''ve got till it''s gone. She started up the short walkway toward the house and surveyed the apartment windows. Lights on the main floor were off, but Becky appeared to be home on the second. Her spirits rose a bit. Looks like there''d be some company around for the weekend. The house was built in the 1930s when front porches and bay windows were in vogue.
Leah liked the old elegance of the structure even if time had worn the brick and peeled the paint on the wood detailing above the windows. Her one-bedroom apartment in the basement was cozy but definitely student digs. She''d filled it with Ikea furniture and her parents'' cast offs. As soon as she finished her thesis, she planned to move into a nicer place and have a yard sale. The University Help Line had promised her more.