for a moment but she really didn’t see what was printed there. What the hell was she doing? Who was she trying to be? “Do it for yourself,” Betsy had said. But who was herself? She picked up her glass of ice water to take a sip and was just about to set it down when something made her look up and there, being seated at a table near them, was Rafe.
He pinned her with his penetrating gaze, and Tyler nearly dropped her drink.
“What’s the matter?” Betsy frowned. “You have a weird look on your face.”
A sudden feeling of panic clutched at her, and she pushed her chair back from the table.
“I’ll be right back. If the waiter shows up, order me a dirty martini and that bruschetta appetizer.”
Grabbing her purse from the back of her chair, she headed—almost ran—to the ladies’ room. Thank the Lord there was no one inside. Quickly she pulled out the makeup case she always carried and began to paint her face. When she was done, she yanked the holder off her ponytail, bent over, and raked her fingers through her hair. When she stood up straight and tossed her head back, her hair fell to her shoulders in sexy, messy waves. Good. Just what she wanted. She felt safe behind what was probably her stage makeup. No way did she want Rafe to see her face naked and vulnerable.
“Well!” Betsy gave her a wide grin as she took her seat again. “What brought that on? I told you before, I think I like the other Tyler better.”
“I just—I didn’t—” She swallowed. “God, Betsy, I got scared. I didn’t have my usual mask in place.”
“Maybe it’s like a twelve-step recovery,” Betsy teased. “You have to do it in stages.”
“Maybe.” She buried her head in the menu again.
“It’s okay, Tyler.” Betsy voice was filled with understanding. “I’m here for you all the way. After lunch, we’ll stop at one of the T-shirt shops on the Riverwalk, and get you something to wear with a crazy saying.”
Crazy saying. Right. Her whole life was a crazy saying.
“Sounds good.” Impulsively she reached over and squeezed the other woman’s hand. “I’m so lucky to have you for a friend, Bets.”
“Same goes. Now let’s have a drink on that.”
At that moment, the waiter appeared with their appetizers and drinks. Tyler lifted her martini glass and took a swallow. The liquor burned on its way down, but it was a familiar sensation and one she embraced. It let her know she was alive.
“So tell me,” Betsy asked, “how long are you going to keep changing cell-phone numbers? The guy at your carrier store looked as if he thinks you’re nuts. Three numbers now.” She tilted her head and studied Tyler. “You need to tell someone about this, Tyler. I’m not kidding.”
“I’m not telling anyone.”
“Anyone?” Betsy leaned forward. “Honey, you need to tell someone. I’m worried about you, that’s all.”
“I’m fine. Truly. And I’m stingy with who gets the new number.” She forced a grin. “I’ll just have a contacts list of the people who are important to me.”
“Wow!” Betsy grinned. “I feel honored to be one of your important people. So what’s the new number?”
“Hold on. I’m dialing you so you’ll have it.”
In seconds, Betsy’s phone, which she’d placed on the table, began to vibrate. The woman picked it up, answered, and added the number to her contacts list. Tyler spent a few minutes calling the people who most needed to have her new number, the few she felt comfortable sharing it with like Betsy and her other really close friend, Lynn. She’d worry about the others later.
Unable to help herself, she glanced sideways at Rafe’s table and caught him watching her again, his face expressionless. She didn’t dare meet his gaze knowing she’d see a look of censure there. She’d deliberately plastered everything on as outrageously as she could, her version of flipping him the bird.
“What is wrong with you?” Betsy wanted to know. She gave Tyler a hard look, then turned to see what was going on and spotted Rafe, sitting with another man. “Wow! Who is that?” She fanned her face. “Hot, hot, hot.”
“No one,” Tyler muttered.
“No one?” Betsy’s eyebrows nearly rode to her scalp. “If he’s nobody, why is he giving you that hungry look, and why are you trying to avoid him?”
“Rafe isn’t giving me a hungry look. More like distaste.”
“Rafe, is it? Well! Rafe who? And where have you been keeping him?”
“For God’s sake.” Tyler took another sip of her drink. “His name is Rafe Ortiz. He works for my father, and if he stepped on me, he’d just scrape me off the sole of his shoe.”
“Wow.” Betsy took a swallow of her own drink. “Whatever did you do to him?”
“Nothing. And I don’t intend to.” She ground her teeth. “Can we please change the subject?”
Betsy lifted one shoulder in a graceful, practiced gesture. “Sure, honey, whatever you say. But if you don’t want him, can I have him?”
“Forget him. He’s poison.” She lifted a sliver of the bruschetta and took a small bite, chewed, and swallowed. “Let’s just finish our appetizers and go someplace else. I’ve suddenly decided I’m not in the mood for Italian.”
Or Hispanic.
They paid the check, and when they left, she made sure to walk to the other side of the area then turn back to the open stairway. The quicker she got out of here the better.
* * * *
Rafe cursed his decision to come to Al Dente for lunch. But he had run into Leo Campion, the director of player personnel for the Hawks, on his way out and couldn’t figure out a polite way to tell him he wasn’t interested in company. This was Leo’s choice of restaurants, and he’d gone ahead to get a table. Rafe had nearly tripped over his feet when he spotted Tyler sitting at a table against the glass wall. It wasn’t so much that he saw her, but what she looked like. It was the first time in longer than he could remember that she hadn’t had ten pounds of makeup on her face and been dressed to expose as much skin as possible.
“You look like you swallowed something bad,” Leo joked, sliding in opposite Rafe.
“No. It’s just—No, nothing.”
Leo gave a grunt of skepticism. “I’m telling you, big man, that look doesn’t seem like nothing.”
“Just drop it, please.” He definitely did not want to discuss Tyler Gillette with a member of her father’s executive staff. Nope. Not going there.
But Leo was like a dog with a bone, scanning the people seated in the mezzanine. Rafe knew the moment the man’s eyes landed on Tyler.
“Aha!” Leo sounded as if he’d just struck gold. “Fixated on the boss’s daughter, are we? Have I missed something?”
