I know the instant he leaves. The feeling of being watched vanishes, even though I can hear the babble of voices that lets me know other eyes are still on me.
They're not his.
I shrug my shoulders, trying to shake away the uncomfortable feeling settling there.
"I'll be back, man."
Emmett nods absently, his eyes on his work. I walk toward the partition and see an adorable little black-haired boy gazing up at me. I ruffle his hair, and he grins, sticking out a red-and-blue tongue.
I chuckle, shaking my head as I make my way to my office.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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I know that feeling when you can tell eyes are on you and then when they are gone.
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