over my shoulder constantly because I hadn’t quite figured out how to break the news to my new boyfriend that my old boyfriend, suddenly ardent, had come a-courting. And what was worse yet, old Jack didn’t even know that a warm, delightful and charming man named Curt Carlyle existed.
“So Jack just showed up at your door on Sunday?” Jolene buttered a piece of Italian bread with real butter.
I crunched a particularly large chunk of romaine. “You go with a guy for six years, and he refuses to make a commitment,” I began.
“Six years?” Jolene’s voice squeaked with disbelief.
I held up a hand. “Don’t ask. Just accept my word that he’s charming and I was stupid. Anyway he’s hardly contacted me since I moved here in September, and boom! There he is. Although I guess it really wasn’t boom, was it? Four months is hardly boom.”
“Merry Christmas, my Merry,” he’d yelled when I opened my door Sunday afternoon. He pushed a giant silk poinsettia into my hands, smiling broadly at my confusion. Then he grabbed me and hugged me tightly, crushing the poinsettia painfully between us.
“What are you doing here?” I demanded, ever gracious.
“Is that any way to greet your sweetheart come this great distance just to be near you?”
Just four months ago I’d have swooned with delight if he’d deigned to call me his sweetheart. Now all I felt was an incipient case of heartburn.
“I’ve moved to Amhearst,” he said, taking off his coat without an invitation. “At least for a while.”
I think he thought I was paralyzed with delight, but it was horror as I tried to imagine him fitting into the new life I’d found when I fled my old in despair over him.
He threw his coat across the back of the chair. A sleeve flopped down and slapped my dozing cat, Whiskers, in the face. He sat up with a sleepy scowl and decided right then and there he didn’t like Jack. When Jack saw the cat, I could tell that the feeling was mutual.
Bad sign.
“You’ve moved to Amhearst?” My voice was heavy with disbelief. “Why?”
“To be near you, sweetheart.” His eyes went soft and dark.
“But—” I sputtered. “Your job. You didn’t quit your job!” Jack was a CPA with a large firm back home in Pittsburgh.
“Of course I didn’t. I’m here doing an audit on Bushay Environmental, and it’ll take weeks at the very least.”
I planted my fists on my hips. “Your company sends you here, and I’m supposed to believe that indicates undying affection for me?”
“I campaigned for this assignment,” he said earnestly.
He reached for my hand, and I suddenly saw him as a giant vacuum cleaner, ready to suck me up and spit me back into the past. The image terrified me. I dodged him, leaned over and filled both arms with Whiskers, who immediately began to purr.
Jack either didn’t understand my move or made believe he didn’t. He kept on talking as if he always reached out and found nothing, as if it didn’t matter that I preferred a cat to him.
“Amhearst isn’t exactly a desirable location,” he informed me. “It’s out here in the western edge of Chester County miles away from anything.”
I scowled at him as if he’d insulted me. I liked Amhearst, and part of its charm was its rural setting. And Philadelphia was only an hour away, for heaven’s sake.
As usual he missed my reaction. I used to wonder if his lack of response to how I felt was a power play designed to get his own way, or if he was just too dense to see what was in front of him. As I watched him in my living room, I decided he was just dense. That idea made me sad.
“I asked to be sent here instead of Atlantic City and a casino audit.” He reached over Whiskers and touched my cheek. “I gave up a plum assignment, and all for you.”
Atlantic City in December didn’t sound all that plum to me. Cold, damp, depressing.
Jack continued to recount his campaign for the Bushay job, trying to convince me of his ardor. “‘You’ve got to send me to Amhearst,’ I told Mr. Proctor. ‘I want the Bushay job even though it means weeks away from home to complete it.’” He smiled impishly. “I didn’t tell him about you.”
I raised a skeptical eyebrow as Whiskers jumped out of my arms.
“But I knew you were my reason.” He reached for me again. “My girl.”
I dodged his grasp again by grabbing my coat from the clothes tree in the corner and throwing it over my shoulders. “Well, I may have been your reason for coming here, but I’m not sure I’m your girl anymore.”
And I walked out. I had absolutely no place to go, but I knew I’d never again have such a wonderful exit line. And six years of no commitment was a long, long time, no matter how you looked at it.
As I finished my tale, Jolene eyed me with something like admiration. “So where’d you go?”
“To The News. Where else?” I crunched more Romaine.
“Was he there when you got home?”
“I didn’t get home until ten-thirty, and Jack can’t stand waiting for five minutes, let alone five hours.”
Jo’s eyes widened. “What did you do for five hours?”
Suddenly I felt embarrassed because I knew what her response to my answer was going to be. I cleared my throat. “I had a date.”
“What?” she shrieked, just like I knew she would. She started to laugh so hard I thought she’d choke on her eggplant. “This guy moves all the way from Pittsburgh for you, and you go out with someone else? Merry, my estimation of you has jumped off the charts. You are a wild woman after all.”
My mind tried to comprehend me as a wild woman, but the idea was as impossible to grasp as a soap bubble from a wand was for a child.
“You’re so lucky,” she said. “I haven’t had anyone chasing me in years.” Her lovely brown eyes looked forlorn beneath her brown bangs.
“Of course not. You’ve been married.”
She shrugged carelessly—which said volumes about her view of marriage. “But I’m not married now.”
“True and false. You’re not divorced, either. Maybe you and Arnie will get back together yet.”
Again the careless shrug. Poor Arnie. I hoped he wasn’t pining for her because it looked like he’d waste away to nothing before Jolene returned.
She mopped up the last of her eggplant with the last of her bread. “So what did Curt say when he heard Jack was here?”
I concentrated on corralling the last of my salad. “He doesn’t know yet.”
“What?” She laughed until I thought for
