In the living room, she placed the cookies on the scarred maple coffee table Molly had left when she moved to Las Vegas and pulled out two coasters for their glasses. Jayne sat on one end of the yellow plaid couch. “Tell me what you need to know to appease Grace.”
And what it will take to get you out of here.
Tristan lowered himself onto the couch, making the full-sized sofa seem suddenly way too small. He set his glass on a coaster, adjusted a floral print pillow behind his back and stretched out—a mass of arms and legs. “Just a few things.”
“Like what?”
As he placed his hand on the back of the sofa, his hand brushed Jayne’s bare shoulder. Accidentally, of course.
Still, heat rushed down her arm like a lit fuse on a stick of dynamite.
She guzzled her tea, but the cold drink didn’t cool her down at all. Even her fingertips seemed to sizzle.
Her reaction disturbed Jayne. It must be because she’d sworn off men. For the past seven months she’d barely seen a man outside of work, but the one sitting next to her on the overstuffed sofa was too warm, too solid, too…male. No wonder her body was so confused.
But being even the slightest bit attracted to Rich’s best friend was a huge no-no.
She scooted away from Tristan until her hip collided with the sofa-arm. Darn. That wasn’t far enough for her peace of mind.
He picked up a cookie. “Grace will want to know how you’ve been.”
Add Rich’s oldest sister to the list. Alex, Molly and Serena all kept asking how Jayne had been doing, so she wasn’t surprised Tristan—make that Grace—would want to know, too.
“Please don’t answer fine,” he added. “You’ve already used that one.”
Jayne usually answered fine. The word fit her most days—good or bad. She didn’t want people worrying about her.
“I’ve been busy trying to make this house a home—my home, that is—when I’m not at the office,” she said. “Everything is going…okay.”
Okay seemed like the best, the safest answer. Because, face it, things might be fine, but they hadn’t been great for a while now. Months, actually. She kept second-guessing herself. Something she had never done before. That had made things…harder.
He held his cookie in mid-air. “Okay, okay? Or okay, but I’d rather not talk about it?”
Her gaze met his. She hadn’t expected him to delve further or to read so much into her simple answer. “A little of both.”
“An honest answer.”
She raised her chin. “I’m an honest person.”
“Honesty is a rare quality these days.”
“No kidding.” Jayne wasn’t about to disagree with him, especially after her experience with Rich. The cheating jerk.
And what did that say about Tristan? He and Rich were best friends.
She watched a bead of condensation drip down her glass.
“You cut your hair,” Tristan said.
Her gaze met his. “I’m surprised you noticed.”
“I’m a photographer, remember?” he said, as if that explained anything. “An eye for detail.”
She’d forgotten. Her cheeks burned. How could she have forgotten what he did for a living? He’d spent two days trailing her and Rich around town, taking their picture. But then again, she’d pushed as much of that painful time out of her memory as possible. That included her groom’s best man.
Still, she wanted to cover her embarrassment.
“My friends treated me to a makeover at a fancy salon in Las Vegas.” She fingered the short ends. “Rich told me never to cut my long hair, so I told the stylist to chop it all off. I had a moment of sheer panic when she did, but decided I actually liked the shorter length and have kept it this way even though there are times I look in the mirror and don’t recognize myself.”
Tristan drew his brows together.
Uh-oh. Deep in thought? Or disgusted by her rambling? Not that his opinion mattered to her. “Too much information?”
“Not at all,” he said. “I was just looking at your hair. The longer length was nice, but this style flatters your features better. You should get your picture taken.”
Thinking about the deposit she’d lost canceling the wedding photographer sent a shiver down her spine. Of course she’d lost a lot more than money with the breakup. Pride. Respect. Confidence. “I don’t like having my picture taken.”
“I remember.” His lips formed a wry grin. “But I managed to get some good shots anyway.”
“I never saw any of them.”
“I’ll get you copies.”
Jayne crossed her arms over her chest. “Um, I…”
“Bad memories?” Tristan guessed.
“Yeah, sorry, but thanks for the offer.” She picked up a cookie. “I know Rich is your best friend, but he wasn’t the man I thought he was. I wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone like him.”
Even if she’d thought he could give her everything she’d wanted. Everything, that was, except his love and fidelity.
Dredging up the past made her uncomfortable. This called for chocolate. She bit into her cookie.
“Then everything worked out for the best,” Tristan said.
Still chewing, she nodded.
“You’ll find someone else,” he said. “Someone better.”
Jayne choked, coughed, and reached for her tea. Plunging back into the dating scene was about as appealing as a case of food poisoning. Taking a year off from dating seemed a reasonable amount of time after a broken engagement. She needed time to regain the self-confidence to make the right decisions and trust her judgment again.
Besides, her three friends had found the loves of their lives when they hadn’t been trying to find “the one.” Maybe Jayne had been going about this happily-ever-after business the wrong way. Maybe she’d been trying too hard to get what she wanted. “I’m not really looking.”
“You don’t have to look. Someone will find you.”
Her breath caught in her throat. Tristan sounded so…romantic—a way she’d never heard him sound in the short time she’d known him. He’d always seemed so unfriendly, almost arrogant, back then.
“You won’t have to do anything,” he added.
Her
