Work in progress Wednesday

Here's a little more from my Work in progress. Meghan's footsteps echoed in the empty hall. She’d never been in the school when it was empty before. The strong odor of wax and other cleaning products prickled her nostrils. She remembered that smell. It lingered through the first few days of school. Smelled clean. She found the office and stopped outside, took a deep breath and held it. Here goes nothing. Mr. Mac must be new in town. It wasn’t a name she remembered. So what’s the worse he could say? She let out her breath and hurried inside the secretary’s office, before she lost her nerve. A man stood with his back to her, unpacking a box of books. “Excuse me. I’m looking for Mr. Mac.” “I’m Mr. Mac.” He turned toward her. Meghan’s breath caught in her throat. “Patrick!” The word flew out of her mouth, before she could stop it. The love of her life stood in front of her. He was even more good looking and sexier than she remembered. Her heart skipped a beat, her legs turned to jelly, and she grabbed the desk to steady herself. Patrick smiled at her. That easy smile she remembered from long ago. The smile she used to love. It lit up his eyes. “Little Meghan Shelby. Not so little anymore I see.” Heat rose to her face as Patrick looked her up and down, apparently taking in every inch of her. He remembered her. After all this time he knew who she was. She couldn’t believe it. “Uh, um...” Oh crap now wasn’t the time to get tongue tied. “You’re the principal here?” Lord, could she work for him. See him every day?