By ten o’clock, the breakfast shift’s officially over, and Poppy’s looking forward to having a few hours to herself. But just as she’s getting...ready to go, the assistant manageress calls her over.“I’m sorry, Poppy, but could you do just one more thing before you go,” she says. “Room 12 has just asked for a continental breakfast in their room. Be a dear and knock them up a couple of croissants and a cafetiere, and take it upstairs. You can go straight off after that.”“That’s fine,” Poppy. I had Mike send the information to your office in Atlanta. Did you get it?" I asked."I did, go on please," he said."When I arrived at the ball field, I was not armed. I had instructed the chief to inform Blain to also be unarmed. However Martin, aka the Irishman had posted himself on top of the concession stand with a sniper rifle. His job was to make sure Blain didn't murder me. When Blain arrived he walked across the field to me and position himself so that I was between the concession stand. But, before I can move in that direction, I need to know the answer to my question. So, please, just a simple yes or no. Do you love me?” Evan sighed, looking down at the table. The answer was clear. The confession, he knew, would mean major changes in his own life. “Yes, Emily,” he said, so softly that she could barely hear him. “I do love you. I have been in love with you for some time now.” Emily’s eyes began to sparkle even more brilliantly than usual. “I’ve known it, too, Evan. I’ve loved. She is one of my brightest ones too. She hands in the best quality work that I have ever seen in my seven years of teaching English. She is very educated, polite, and because of daddy's money, very rich. Although she often dresses in a rather revealing way, she is not slutty. Guys, even women, often lust after her, but she doesn't give them the time of day. She is nothing more than a tease. This year is her senior year and this saddens most of the staff since they'll hate to see her go..