“He found his bathroom,” Jo said happily. “He’s all set. He’ll figure out the rest of it. Come on. Let’s go sit in the living room while he explores. I’ve been working on a new peppermint martini recipe. I’d like it ready for Christmas. You can tell me what you think.”
A martini sounded like an excellent plan, Pia thought, trailing after her friend.
They sat on a comfortable sofa, across from the huge fireplace. Jo poured liquid from a pitcher into a shaker, shook it, then tipped the startlingly pink liquid into two martini glasses.
“Be honest. Is it too sweet?”
Pia took a sip. The liquid was icy cold and tasted of peppermint. It was more refreshing than sweet, with a hint of something she couldn’t place. Honey? Almond?
“Dangerously good,” she admitted. “And I’m driving.”
“You can walk home and get your car in the morning,” Jo told her. Her gaze sharpened. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Pia took another taste of her drink. “Just feeling kind of strange. Giving up Jake and all.”
“I’m sorry,” Jo said. “I didn’t mean to steal your cat.”
“You didn’t. He’s not my cat. I thought we were getting along great, but you’ve had more contact with him in the past five minutes than I’ve had in the last month. I don’t think he likes me.”
“Cats can be funny.”
As if to prove Jo’s point, Jake jumped up on the back of the sofa. He stared at Pia for a moment, then turned his back on her. He dropped gracefully to the seat cushion, stepped onto Jo’s lap, curled up and closed his eyes. As he lay there, he began to purr.
Pia found herself feeling snubbed, which hurt a whole lot more than she would have guessed.
“He never purred for me.”
Jo had begun stroking the cat. Her hand froze. “Did you want to keep him?”
“No. I would say he hates me, but I don’t think he put that much energy into it. I just never thought of myself as giving off the anti-cat vibration.”
“You weren’t raised with pets.”
“I guess.”
Apparently Crystal had made the right choice in leaving her cat with Jo. The only question was why her friend hadn’t given Jo the cat from the start. No, she reminded herself. That wasn’t the only question.
She felt a slight burning in her eyes. Before she could figure out what was going on, tears blurred her vision. She set down her drink and looked away.
“Pia?”
“It’s nothing.”
“You’re crying.”
Pia fought for control, then sniffed and wiped her cheeks. “Sorry. I don’t mean to. I’m feeling all twisted inside.”
“You really can have Jake back. I’m sorry to have upset you.”
Jo sounded earnest and caring, which Pia appreciated. She gulped in a breath. “It’s not the cat. Okay, yes, part of it is he obviously thinks I’m an idiot. It’s just…”
The embryos. She knew that’s what it was. That if she couldn’t get Crystal’s cat to like her, what hope did she have with actual children? Every time she thought of giving birth to her friend’s babies, she started to freak.
She was totally the wrong person. She had no experience, no support system, no nurturing abilities. She couldn’t even bond with a cat.
But she wasn’t ready to talk about that. Not until she’d made up her mind about what to do.
“I miss her,” she said instead, mostly because it was true. “I miss Crystal.”
“Me, too,” Jo said, sliding toward her.
They hugged.
Pia gave in to her tears. Jo held on, patting her back, not saying anything—just being a friend. Oddly enough, Jake stayed where he was, as well. His warm body and the vibration of his purring offered their own kind of comfort.
Pia allowed the caring to heal her, just a little. But even as she started to feel better, somewhere deep inside, she heard the call of three yet-to-be-born children.
Chapter Three
PIA STOOD ON THE SIDEWALK, trying to breathe. The sense of panic was becoming familiar, as was the blurring of the world around her. Determined not to faint, she drew in deep, slow breaths, supporting herself by putting a hand on the brick building.
Think about something else, she commanded herself. Cookies. Brownies. Ice cream.
Chocolate-chip brownie ice cream.
After a few seconds, her vision cleared and she no longer had the sense that she was going to collapse—or run screaming into the bright, warm afternoon. Everything was fine, she told herself. And if it wasn’t, well, she would fake it until it was.
She straightened, determined to return to her normal professional self. She had a meeting and this time she was going to get through it without doing anything to embarrass herself. No one would know that she’d just—
“You okay?”
She looked up into Raoul’s warm, dark eyes. He stood by an open side door she hadn’t noticed. His expression was both wary and concerned, despite which he looked plenty handsome. Which was pretty rude of him, if you asked her. The least he could do was be forgettable. Especially when she was feeling vulnerable.
Slowly, she turned toward the glass windows next to her and held in a groan.
“You saw that?” she asked cautiously.
“The part where you clutched your chest, bent over and nearly passed out?”
Oh, God. Heat burned her cheeks. “Um, that would be it.”
“Yeah, I saw it.”
She wanted to close her eyes and disappear. But that would violate her mature mandate. Instead she squared her shoulders, sucked in a breath and curved her lips into what she hoped was a smile.
“Sorry. I was distracted.”
He motioned for her to step into his office. “It seemed like more than that.”
“It wasn’t,” she lied, firmly clutching her oversize handbag. “So, as you can see, I’m here and ready for our meeting. I have several ideas for linking the camp with existing festivals. Either with a booth, or as a sponsor. A nonpaying sponsor. We force our corporate friends to cough up the big bucks to get their names on a banner, but we’re more forgiving with the nonprofits.”
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