“Hi, you’re Ty, right? The captain of the rugby team?” Hair was pulled behind small ears.

“That is the rumor,” one shoulder shrugged indifferently.

“They say that last year you stepped in when one of the freshies almost died! Is that true?”

Delicate, decisive footsteps announced the arrival of someone very important to him. Someone he trusted to come to his rescue.

As always, Jaz was a vision. Immaculately straight hair framed her delicate face. A pencil skirt accented her long legs. The blazer she wore was uniquely hers because she always put her personal touch on everything she wore. She took his hand, and he bestowed a kiss upon her soft cheek.

She turned to the girls to address their question on his behalf, “Ty certainly did step in when the bullying went too far last year.”

“Let’s not bore them, beautiful,” he put his arm around her to hug her close. “Or me.”