eline bent over to hand out small bottles of cold water to the children. A tiny bit of cleavage showed at the top of her pure white sleeveless dress. One curl of her dark brown hair crept over her shoulder and plastered itself into the sweaty V. She brushed her hand across her breast to remove it, and when she raised her eyes, caught Mayor Guidry Broussard staring. Hogging the only shade available at noon on this eighty-five degree day in mid-May, the mayor stood in the exact center of the village gazebo. Wasn’t it enough that his nephew had nearly ruined her life? Now, she had to put up with Guidry’s leers as well as his directive to bring her students out in this heat to greet some self-centered executive who had no consideration for
