want to be at the house for him when he first comes home.”
“When will that be? Will it leave you enough time for a trip? Maybe you could go to Montreal? They speak French. Or hey, there are lots of hunky Spanish-speaking dudes in Mexico. Doesn’t Cancun sound awesome?”
“I don’t think so. But I won’t stay too long after he gets home. He’ll have home health aides come in, and Madison said she could fly in from back East to relieve me in ten days or so.”
“How is Mad, bad and dangerous to know?”
She chuckled. “Same old, same old. Ready to dive into her career playing hotshot reporter, fighting city hall, exposing corruption and never letting a man get the upper hand.”
“The Reid sisters—toughest girls of Blue Lake Elementary.”
“And don’t you forget it.”
“How could I? You two both acted as my beards at one time or another in high school. I couldn’t have made it without you.”
“Aww, you’re such a romantic. How could we resist? You know Madison and I have both always been totally hot for you.”
The eyeballs were probably popping out of the heads of the guys behind her now. They were likely envisioning wild threesomes and naughty hook-ups. Huh. Other than the threesome part, she was right there with them. Two would be quite enough for the hook-up that had been on her mind all week.
“Ooh, kinky. Gonna be that kind of wife, huh?”
“Don’t push it,” she muttered under her breath.
She settled into the corner, feeling her tension drift away. Talking to Tommy was like talking to a therapist. But she didn’t want to talk to him about Oliver. Mainly because she knew her friend—he’d encourage her to jump the other man’s bones or live to regret it later.
She already knew she was going to regret it later. That didn’t mean she could do it now. First, because he wasn’t the bone-jumping type; he was the type you lost your heart, body and soul to and lived the rest of your days pining for.
He also wasn’t interested. Well, he was interested; he just wasn’t going to act on that interest. So she couldn’t, either.
“Sounds like you’re really not going to have much time for booty calling your way across North America, much less Europe.”
“No. I’m not.” She held her breath, wondering if there had been any change, if the urgency had died down. Not wanting him to think she was backing out on him, she didn’t ask.
Finally, he said, “Did you catch TMZ last night?”
“No, Grandpa only gets basic cable. Why?”
“Let’s just say it’s getting a little more uncomfortable down here. I guess me being seen around town without a woman—namely you—on my arm is making those engagement rumors die down. And others spike back up.”
Was he asking if he could announce their engagement? Oh, she hoped not. She wasn’t ready for that. She hadn’t even had a chance to explain it to her family, though she knew they would understand. Tommy had spent just about every summer in her backyard when they were kids. They knew who he was and loved him almost as much as she did. They wouldn’t necessarily approve, but they would understand she was marrying him out of loyalty, love and friendship. Still, she wanted to tell them herself before any stupid tabloid got hold of it.
“Why don’t you stay home more often then?”
“I’m in demand, hot stuff. Gotta see and be seen.”
God, she was not looking forward to being part of that. Except the red-carpet Oscar stuff. That should be an experience. Of course, it would be better if she were walking that carpet as a nominee, rather than the wife of one, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Considering she still hadn’t nailed down her next project—she’d done the sketches she was asked for and sent them in, but hadn’t heard anything yet—she doubted an Oscar nomination for best costume design would be coming her way very soon.
“Well, gotta go, babe. There’s a party with my name on it.”
“Be careful.”
“I will.”
Then, again because she sensed the guys in the next booth were listening, she added, “I love you.”
“You know, once you’re wearing my ring, guys won’t be hitting on you all the time.”
“That goes both ways.”
“Bite your tongue!”
“Bye, Tommy.”
“Bye. Love you, sugarplum.”
She disconnected the call, glanced at the time and realized it was now nine. Probably not late enough for Oliver to be in bed, but late enough that she’d look weird and pathetic showing up at his door and thus wouldn’t be tempted to find an excuse to knock on it. So she figured it was safe to call it a night.
She lifted her hand to call for the check, but before she could catch the young waitress’s eye, her vision was blocked by a big jean-and-T-shirt-clad body. A body she’d know anywhere.
Eyeball to crotch with that familiar body, she swallowed hard and slowly lifted her gaze.
“Can I join you?” Oliver’s tone was almost conciliatory, as if he regretted the way he’d ended things last night.
She swallowed hard. Why on earth had he now sought her out when he’d been trying so hard to avoid her?
“Candace?”
“Aren’t you afraid I’m not wearing any underwear, or that I’ll ask you for one little kiss?” she couldn’t help asking.
Behind her, somebody started coughing. She ignored him.
“I guess I deserved that,” he said, not cracking a smile.
There was no way to refuse him, and she gestured toward the empty seat across from her. She heard grumblings from the baseball team and could only imagine what they thought. She’d shot them down, then had a romantic phone conversation and now invited a gorgeous man to take a seat. They probably thought she was a bored housewife on the prowl, cheating on her poor spouse.
“What are You doing here?” she asked after he sat down.
“Your grandfather asked me to check on you.”
Her brow shot up. “You two think I need babysitting?”
His scowl deepened, and he nodded toward the table full of guys behind her. “When I came in and looked over, one of those bozos was right above you, just waiting for you to move enough so he’d have a clear line of sight down your shirt.”
She jerked her head around and looked over her shoulder. The amateur ballplayers all immediately ducked their heads together, as if realizing they’d been caught out.
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