benevolence suddenly rankled. Maybe because she was this close to finishing her degree, and would soon—finally—feel more independent. She didn’t need his help. Along with her wicked streak, she would have to work on this inclination toward ingratitude that had only lately reared its ugly head.
Nick had been there for her when she had desperately needed someone. She had always tried to take care of things by herself, but he had never refused a request for help. Why did she now feel the need to do things on her own?
“I’ll get the less expensive one,” she said, pointing to another model by the same manufacturer. “It’s a big-sister thing. I want to buy this for Sarah.”
“What am I going to get her? I don’t know much about sixteen-year-old girls.”
“You knew she was dying to have a party.”
“Kids love parties. That’s not gender-specific. Besides, she told me. But the pressure of finding the right gift for a girl—”
“I’m sure Madison would be happy to help you pick something appropriate.” Madison. A sophisticated name for a classy woman who was also beautiful, unusual—and Nick’s girlfriend.
Abby had often seen them together. In addition to work-related functions, he frequently took her to dinner at the restaurant where Abby worked. He said he could always count on her to make sure the service and food were flawless. Abby figured he was showing off the beautiful, brilliant, back-East-educated Madison. She couldn’t remember any woman in his life lasting as long as Ms. Wainright.
He had a funny look on his face. “Why don’t you like her? Madison’s a class act.”
When had he learned to read her mind, Abby wondered? It wasn’t that she disliked the other woman. Just that Madison left her feeling woefully inadequate. Madison was everything that Abby wasn’t. She bent over a pile of boxes to check model numbers, in order to pick out the disc player she’d chosen. “I didn’t say I disliked Madison.”
“No, but your tone spoke volumes about your feelings. Would you care to put them into words?”
“It’s not my place to say anything.”
“Is it safe to say that you believe she’s not my type?”
“Yes.”
“Which means I’m not a class act?” He raised one black eyebrow, but humor sparkled in his gaze.
“You’re putting words in my mouth.”
“In the six months Madison and I have dated, she’s been nothing less than charming, beautiful, smart and successful. She would be an asset to any man.”
She would certainly be his equal: beauty, brains, body, booty. But he was right. For some reason Abby couldn’t put her finger on, she did think Madison Wainright was wrong for him.
Abby often wondered how a great guy like Nick Marchetti, who was good-looking enough to tempt a card-carrying spinster, had managed to stay single. Since he’d introduced the subject, she brought up a question she just couldn’t hold back.
“So why haven’t you asked Madison to marry you?”
“Is there a rule somewhere that says if a man admires positive attributes in a woman, he has to propose to her?”
“Whoa. Just a little defensive, aren’t we?”
“Nope. Not me.” He looked sheepish. “Maybe. But only because my mother and sister have been on my case.”
“Ever since Rosie got married and had her baby, you’ve softened on the settling-down issue. I get the impression that you’re thinking about it.”
“It’s crossed my mind.”
“So when are you going to ask Madison?”
He leaned a shoulder against the display rack and folded his arms across his chest. “When are you going to settle down?”
“I’ve been settled down since I was eighteen. I’m heading toward footloose and fancy-free. In slightly less than two years, Sarah will graduate from high school and go to college. I see the light at the end of the tunnel.”
“You’re still not dating, are you?”
Abby wondered how he could know that, when she was so careful to keep her personal and business lives separate. If he hadn’t shown up at the restaurant and insisted, she wouldn’t be shopping with him now. How could he know she didn’t go out?
Then it hit her. Sarah didn’t work for him and had no compunction about calling him up at the drop of a fingernail. She bent his ear with anything and everything that popped into her head. As far as Abby knew, he didn’t mind. She figured if he did, any man who stood at the helm of a growing corporation could certainly clear the decks of one teenage girl if he wanted to. And Sarah was a talker. If talking was an Olympic event, her sister would take the gold.
“It’s not like I can wiggle my nose and a man appears in a puff of smoke,” Abby said. Now who was getting defensive, she thought, hearing that note in her voice.
“You can’t tell me that men don’t show an interest in an attractive woman like you.”
She tried not to glow at his compliment, but was only partially successful. “I haven’t noticed.”
“Okay. I get the picture. You still shut them down cold. Let me give you a tip, pal. Guys need a little encouragement.”
“Look, Nick,” Abby said. She took a deep breath, trying to tamp down her irritation. If he had been just her friend, she would have given him an earful. But he was her boss, and she was struggling for a politically correct response. “Between work and school and raising Sarah, I don’t have time right now. Once she’s in college, it will be my turn. I’ll have my degree in business. Right after I do footloose and fancy-free, next on my list is settling down.”
Wait a minute. She had brought up the settling down subject—about him. Why was she suddenly defending herself? Oh, he was smooth. She’d hardly noticed him put her on the hot seat. Darn, he was good at shifting his backside out of the frying pan and putting hers in it.
“All work and no play,” he said seriously.
“Okay, so Abby’s a dull girl.” She was teetering on the edge of the line she’d drawn, uncomfortable discussing herself with him. Two could play at turning the tables. “Are you going to bring Madison to Sarah’s party?”
“Is she invited? I’m not even sure you want me. I was an afterthought.”
“Nick, I’ve already explained that I didn’t ask you to help me with the party because you’re too busy.”
“Is that all?” He frowned slightly.
“What else? Except that if I could afford the Green Bay Packers defensive line, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
“So I’m a poor substitute for your first choice?”
“No. But you work cheap. What about Madison? Would you like to bring
