need therapy or anything. You were a good wake-up call.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No. Stop apologizing. I needed to hear the truth about my clothes. You were right—I was dressing like someone a lot older.”
Pia winced. “Note to self. Never have alcohol again.”
“How long will that last?”
Pia grinned. “At least a week.”
They walked into the recreation center. There was a small snack bar with a few dozen tables, then a long, wide hallway with classrooms on either side. As they walked, Charity saw a group of older women scrap-booking, while across the way, grade school kids did some kind of martial arts.
“You can learn just about anything here,” Pia said. “Last year, someone flew up from L.A. and did a class on Feng Shui. It was interesting. I shifted my entire bedroom to draw in love and power. It didn’t work. Maybe I should have worked on my money center instead.”
“Um, probably not in your bedroom,” Charity told her.
Pia grinned. “You’re right. That would be illegal.”
They walked into the large auditorium at the far end of the building. There were already about twenty people standing around talking.
“I know we don’t need a space this big now,” Pia said, “but we will later, and I’ve learned to grab the big space early or someone else will claim it. Do you know everyone here?”
“I think so.”
Charity saw several familiar faces, including Morgan, who waved at her. There was one of the women on the city council and a—
The hair on the back of her neck stood up. She felt a ripple of awareness tiptoe down her spine and without turning she knew Josh was in the room.
Ever since the kiss, she’d done her best to avoid him, and so far it had worked. Looked like her luck had run out.
She turned slowly and saw him talking to several people. Even in the crummy fluorescent lighting, he looked amazing. His gold-blond hair needed cutting, but that only added to his appeal. He was tall, built and had a face that would make an angel want to sin. Worse, he kissed with a fiery passion that left her past weak and nearly to begging. How was anything about the situation fair?
Just then he glanced up and saw her. Although he didn’t greet her in any way, she saw something very close to a twinkle in his eyes. As if they shared a private joke. She turned away.
Pia glanced between them. “Wow. You really hate him.”
“What? Why would you say that?”
“You were glaring. I can’t believe the old charm isn’t working on you.”
Yikes. The last thing Charity needed was for Pia to start asking questions. “No. It’s not like that. I barely know him. I was thinking about something else. There’s, um, there’s a problem with some stuff at work.”
“Oh.” Pia lowered her voice. “The missing three-quarters of a million dollars. Marsha told me about that. Don’t worry. I haven’t mentioned it to anyone. Sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed you were pissed at Josh. I’m just so used to everyone adoring him that it was really strange.”
“Not a problem.”
“Are you looking for fun? Because Josh is available. At least I think he is. He has so many women, it’s hard to tell.”
“I’m not into crowd control.”
“He’d be worth it. Trust me. I went to high school with him. I was a few years behind, but we all totally adored him. Even back then he was special.”
“Did you ever…” Charity paused, not sure how to ask the question. “Were you ever involved?”
“No, but I wanted to be. In a generic, he’s-a-god sort of way. I didn’t actually know him that well.” She glanced at her watch. “I should probably call this meeting to order.”
Pia raised her voice. “All right, people. Let’s take a seat and get going. The sooner we start, the sooner we can all get home to watch American Idol.”
Charity moved toward the table. In an effort to keep anyone from thinking there was a problem, she did her best not to notice Josh at all. Which turned out to be a mistake when she ended up standing by an empty chair next to him.
“Shall we?” he asked, holding out the chair.
Not knowing what else to do, she sank into it, then wished she hadn’t when he settled next to her.
Not that she objected to the proximity or the view. He was, as always, totally gorgeous. But she was tired and therefore less able to fight her attraction. Maybe she should try an energy drink before her next encounter with Josh.
“How’d you get roped into this?” he asked, leaning toward her.
Her gaze seemed to focus on his mouth—the mouth that had kissed hers so deliberately just a few days before. It was a kiss she’d been trying to forget, only to realize that spending all her time not thinking about it was the same as spending all her time thinking about it.
“Crystal asked me to take her place.”
His expression tightened. “Poor kid. She’s had it hard.”
“I don’t know her very well, but she seems really sweet. She said she wasn’t feeling well enough to continue.”
Charity returned her attention to Pia and tried not to notice when Josh leaned back in his chair. The movement brought his forearm perilously close to her own, which made her wonder if she should simply leave things as they were or casually shift away from him.
Talk about having it bad, she thought with a sigh.
“The race is a one-day event,” Pia was saying. “Which means minimal heads in bed. You all know how I hate that. We need the heads in beds, people.”
“We could make the race longer,” one guy yelled.
“Not helpful.” But Pia was smiling as she spoke.
“What’s heads in beds?” Josh asked Charity.
“People spending the night in town or nearby. An overnight event. Like a weekend festival. The race is just part of a day.”
“Aah. Thanks.”
Pia went through her list. Charity found herself agreeing to work on the advertising committee, as well.
“I’m on advertising, too,” Josh told her when the meeting wrapped up. “It’s easy. Just get a few businesses to sponsor.”
“Don’t you own several businesses in town?” she asked.
“Uh huh, and I promise to be generous.”
“Lucky
