Private Lives

Private Lives Chapter 10: If My Love Is Your Love

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Terrorist attack?" Ichabod asked." It wasn't terrorist. It was..."
Ichabod glanced over to Abbie. Abbie met his eyes.
"It was my fault," Abbie answered.
"No. It's mine," Jenny answered.
Ichabod lifted his chin and looked down his nose at Jenny and Abbie. He opened his mouth.
A loud knock came from the door.
"Yes. Come in," Ichabod called out. He cleared his throat. He flashed Abbie a small smile. Abbie smiled back. She gently cupped her hand to her cheek and shrugged her shoulders.
"Well, at least this day can't get any worse," Abbie said.
William Desoto shouldered his way through the half opened door and raced into the office.
"It just became worse," Ichabod muttered. He closed his eyes and pinched his thumb and forefinger at the bridge of his nose. This is all he needed. William Desoto to the rescue. He clenched his jaw tight.
"Abbie, thank God. Are you ok?" William demanded."You ran away before all the smoke cleared. I didn't see you and thought you were still inside the lab. Someone had to stop me from running back into the lab." He grabbed at her thin shoulders and shook her. He looked her up and down.
"I'm fine, William, I had to report to Dean Crane's office," Abbie answered. "I'm sorry I had to leave in such a rush."Her small hands gently stroked William's large biceps to soothe him and his shoulders relaxed. 
"Old man Crane?" William answered."Oh, well, are you ok?"
"Yes. I'm fine," Abbie answered."I promise. His big blue-gray eyes scanned Abbie again before looking deep into her eyes.  He smiled and looked up at Ichabod.
"Ok," he sighed. "Oh, sorry, Mr. Crane. You better get downstairs quick. The reporters and the MEMBERS OF THE BOARD OF EDUCATION are demanding you tell everyone this wasn't a terrorist attack."  
"Right, then let's go," Ichabod answered. Ichabod glared at William. He didn't like to be called Mr. Crane. It makes him sound old like his father. God forbid.
"Why are you limping?" William said. 
He stared down at Abbie after she took a few steps. Abbie looked up at William her brown eyes wide and confused, then she looked down at herself and laughed.
"I broke my stupid heel," Abbie sighed. She rolled her eyes and smiled. Her beautiful face shined through with all the soot on her face.
The next thing Abbie knew William bowed low before her.
"What are you doing?"Abbie answered. Then In one full swoop, William quickly slipped off her broken shoe and snatched the heel out of her hand.
"Could ya hold this old man Cr..."William asked. "I mean Mr. Crane."
William shoved the heel and the shoe into Ichabod's chest and quickly swept Abbie into his arms. Her small hand fluttered and then laid flat on his broad hard chest.
"William, what are you doing?"Abbie shouted."Put me down now!" 
"You can't walk on one heel, Abbie," William said.
"I..II please put me down!" Abbie demanded. 
"Thanks Mr. Crane," William shouted. He walked out of the office and through the door carrying Abbie in his arms. 
Ichabod stared at the couple. He then looked down at Abbie's heel and dainty shoe in his giant hands dumbfounded. His large hands clenched around the heel and the shoe. 
He heard laughter behind him.
"Thanks Mr. Crane," Jenny gigled. Her eyebrows lifted and a smirk played on her lips.
Jenny followed Abbie and William just out to the hall and then stopped. She spun on her heel to face Ichabod.
"Moving too slow, Icky," Jenny  laughed. "Will you won't you,  join the dance, Alice?"       
Jenny smiled and plucked Abbie's heel and shoe up from his hands. She winked. Then she turned and ran down the hallway to catch up with Abbie and William. 

His hands fell on either side of him. His shoulders sank. Ichabod could hear Abbie and William's loud voices echo in the hallway as they walked down the hall. 
"William, this is ridiculous. Put me down now," Abbie insisted."It is my shoe that's broken not my feet. I am perfectly capable of walking on them." 
"Nope, no way,"William answered."You're barefoot, Abbie. You're feet can get cut by broken glass or worse."