Reynolds held a stopwatch in his hand and if you didn’t return in fifteen minutes you were told to run the hill again.
Margie pointed to a face on the page. “Do you know who this is?”
The image didn’t strike any memories.
“I think he was only around the last year. Perry something . . . what was his last name?” Zoe squeezed her eyes as if activating her brain. “Anders . . . no, Anderson.”
“Oh, that’s right. Yeah, shy guy with great hair.” Melanie wondered if the kid had managed to keep it.
Margie pointed to a few more alumni before gathering what she needed and walking away.
“Just as annoying as an adult as she was a kid,” Zoe quietly said under her breath.
“People don’t change.”
“I did.”
Melanie narrowed her eyes. “No. You were always wicked smart and determined to be more than what this town thought you were. You may have changed your living conditions and lifestyle, but you’re still Zoe.” She pointed to the open yearbook. “You’re still this girl.”
Zoe shook her head, her eyes darkened. “That’s a prison man’s daughter who lives in a double-wide on the wrong side of town. I’m no longer her.”
The blood in Melanie’s face drained and her lips slacked open.
With a shake of her head, Zoe mumbled something about using the bathroom and scrambled off, leaving Melanie staring after her.
Where had that come from?
Melanie started after her when Luke cut Zoe off at the door to the gym. Even from a distance, she noticed Luke’s expression sharpen. It wasn’t long before he put his arm around Zoe’s shoulders and led her from the noisy gym. The sight of them reminded her of how much she envied their relationship in high school. How much she wanted a love like that. It wasn’t a surprise she’d fallen into Nathan’s hands so easily. It was as if without the wise guidance from her true friends, she’d been vulnerable for the taking.
She meandered out of the gym and onto the field. A few joggers were taking advantage of the fair weather and running the track. In the center of the field, the football team was running drills. Up in the stands were a gaggle of cackling girls staring at the small screens of their cell phones.
Not a lot had changed in ten years. The faces were different, the dynamics . . . not so much.
The pole vault pit sat in the southwest corner of the field. A tarp covered the mass of foam and cushion that kept the vaulters from hurting themselves when they landed after their jumps. The standards framed the pit but the poles and crossbars were put away in a locked shed.
Memories of her first jump, how uncoordinated she’d felt, surfaced. It took three months before she actually landed a decent vault. It had only been five feet, but God it felt good. She remembered the senior vaulters all cheering. Zoe had given a thumbs-up, and Jo told her to aim higher or join high jump.
She aimed higher.
“Can’t help yourself, can you?”
Melanie jumped and turned.
“You like sneaking up on people, Coach?”
Wyatt stood behind her with a smile. A sexy smile that warmed her.
“I didn’t sneak, you weren’t paying attention.”
Yeah, right . . . she sat on the pit and couldn’t help but bounce. The condition of the pit had deteriorated over the past decade. “Do you vault?” she asked him.
“I never got the hang of the turn. Luckily, coaching doesn’t require me to break anything. Did you vault in college?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t see the point. I wasn’t good enough for the Olympics and no one was offering me a full scholarship.”
“You cleared eleven two. That’s brag worthy.”
Melanie caught his eyes. “You looked up my record?”
He lifted both hands in the air. “Guilty.”
“Checking out a potential coach?”
He shrugged his shoulders and said, “No. Just checking you out.”
It took a second for his words to register and Melanie felt her cheeks warm.
He started to laugh. “You’re easy to fluster, Miss Bartlett.”
“I’m not flustered,” she denied and removed her butt from the pit. She offered him her back and put her cool hands to her cheeks.
I’m so flustered.
You’d think no one ever flirted with her.
Or maybe those who did held little interest for her.
Truth was, she may have aged ten years, but she was relatively clueless when it came to the world of men.
Instead of admitting anything, she moved over to the giant shipping container that held all the pole vault equipment. She slid her hand between two containers and fished her fingers in the dark. She was about to give up when she found the small magnetic box she searched for.
The hide-a-key had a faded image of Hello Kitty.
While Wyatt watched she popped open the small box and removed a senior secret.
The lock hadn’t changed.
“I wondered where they hid that thing,” Wyatt said as he stood back and watched.
“You didn’t learn it from me.” She placed the key back where she found it and stepped into the dusty container. The space in front of the poles had evidence of use, but the far reaches of the container, the place where it wasn’t uncommon for the team to hang out on a rainy day, had lost its luster. Cobwebs occupied the space and a forgotten, faded jersey and pair of shoes filled the corners. When Melanie had been in school, it wasn’t unusual that a summer evening took place here with a game of spin the bottle along with shots provided by Jo and her hidden stash of liquor.