Tempting the Crown (The Crown 1)

“How terrible would it be to show up without one on the first day?”

She started to clear the table. “Pretty terrible. Let’s clean this up and I’ll help you.”

“No. You’re already exhausted. You don’t have to do that.”

I rinsed my plate in the sink and stuck it in the dishwasher.

“How much do you have finished?” she asked.

I tried to think at what point in the semester I had stopped assigning chapters and cases. “I think I have through fall break. So really I just need to finish off November.”

She smiled. “That’s not too bad.”

“Exactly. I can finish it before bed.”

“You sure? I’m a little rusty, but I can look over some stuff for you. It might be fun to do together.”

I appreciated that she wanted to help. But I knew I could finish the work on my own, and maybe faster.

“I’m sure. It will take me an hour at most. I’ll work on it in bed until I’m done.”

She stretched her arms overhead. “If you don’t need me then I think I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. Tomorrow’s another early day.”

Greer pulled me into a big hug after we cleaned the kitchen.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Me too.” I stood back and looked at my friend. “Good night.”

“Good night.” She walked to her room and closed the door.

I picked up my laptop and padded off toward my room. There really weren’t many classes left to map out. I knew if I left things vague for the last month of classes it would be ok if I added assignments as the semester progressed.

I worked through the weeks leading up to final exams and saved everything to a

backup drive before closing my laptop.

I changed into an old college T-shirt, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I was too exhausted to rinse off in the shower. I slid under the covers. My eyes burned I was so tired.

I tossed and turned. I must have awakened five times that night. Every time I looked at my phone, I knew I wasn’t checking for the time. I was looking for a missed call or text from Vaughn. It was stupid. Silly, really, but I thought I would have heard from him. I should have been worried about going into a class. Attempting my first lecture on law to a group of students. But I was hung up on a guy.

I exhaled, remembering he had even professed not to follow dating rules. He made his own rules. That was part of what was so attractive about him. He did and said what he wanted.

I thought about writing in my journal. Maybe it would help to get all of this pent-up frustration down in words. I finally rolled over at five a.m. in defeat. I wasn’t going to get any sleep like this. I couldn’t turn my brain off.

I slipped on a pair of running shoes and did something I hadn’t done since I moved to D.C. I went for a morning jog.

I headed out before the sun was fully in the sky. The buildings glowed from shimmers of early morning yellow. The whiteness of the city soaked in everything the sun painted on it.

It was gorgeous. I took in a deep breath, crossing the sidewalk and jogging around the block. I thought about what Greer said at dinner last night. There was good to do in this world. Looking at the enormity of what had been accomplished here, I felt inspired. Compelled to embrace the enormity of what lied ahead. And then I remembered. Today I had my first students.

Chapter Six

My heels echoed in the hall outside the lecture hall. I took at least four deep breaths. Public speaking wasn’t for everyone. And it was one of the reasons I had opted out of trial law. I didn’t like it.

But I had convinced myself teaching wasn’t the same as public speaking. That now seemed ludicrous faced with a class of fifty students.

I was also on trial. Everything I did was observed, recorded, and reported. My residency at American depended on my interaction with students and how they received my teaching methods. It didn’t matter that it was an introductory class. Some of the students were actually pre-law from the undergraduate level.