took Katie a second to realize that the ball was now in her court and Blake was waiting for an answer from her. “Fine,” she told him with feeling, coming to. “Two hours will be fine. Sooner if you’d like,” she added as an afterthought.
“You heard the lady,” Wendy said, taking charge again. For emphasis, she waved her brother away from the bed and toward the doorway. She was dying for some alone time with her friend. There were things she just had to find out. “Come back in two hours.”
Blake almost reminded her that Katie had said “or sooner,” then changed his mind. He wasn’t about to argue with Wendy, not about anything if he could help it. Not in her present condition. Heaven only knew what might send her into premature labor again.
“Two hours it is,” he agreed. And with that, he left the room.
“Wendy, I—” Katie began, only to be abruptly stopped by the mother-to-be before she had a chance to say anything more.
Wendy was holding her finger up to halt any further flow of words. At the same time she cocked her head, listening to something other than the sound of Katie’s voice.
Her eyes shifted back to Katie. “Is he gone yet?” she wanted to know.
“Blake?”
Wendy seemed to indicate that she wanted her question answered before another word was said between them. Katie stepped into the hallway to make sure that the man who could raise her body temperature with just a single look in her direction was nowhere in the immediate vicinity.
“Yes,” she said, reporting back, “he’s gone.” Curious, she crossed back to Wendy’s bed and asked her, “Why?”
Because she planned to talk about her big brother and she didn’t want him knowing that, Wendy thought. Out loud, though, she merely said, “I just don’t want him eavesdropping on girl talk, that’s all.” She made a request. “You’re going to be doing me a huge favor, making sure Blake keeps busy while he’s here. Otherwise, he’ll find some excuse to be over here night and day, watching me as if he expects me to suddenly explode or something,” she complained. Being pregnant made her feel hugely vulnerable, not to mention grumpy. She just couldn’t wait to be mistress of her own fate again.
“Sure thing,” Katie readily agreed. That was what she’d initially thought was going to happen, anyway. It was just the car ride from the airport that had thrown a monkey wrench into everything. “I just wish that the campaign he wants me to help him with actually had something to do with work.”
Wendy looked at her, momentarily speechless. Blake hadn’t—He couldn’t have—Her brother could not have laid out his half-baked plan before Katie. Not seriously.
Could he have?
“Don’t tell me that Blake actually asked you to—” Wendy couldn’t bring herself to finish the sentence, but the look on Katie’s face made that unnecessary. Wendy covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God, not even Blake could be that dense.” But even as she said it, she mentally crossed her fingers.
The smile on Katie’s lips was small and, when Wendy looked closer she saw that it was also rather sad.
“Oh, I wouldn’t be putting any bets on that if I were you,” Katie advised. “At least, not unless you’re bent on losing.”
Wendy just couldn’t believe it. It was one thing to talk about the idea to her, but she would have thought that someone as savvy as Blake would have come to his senses shortly after he had hatched this stupid, half-baked plan of his.
Closing her eyes for a moment as she searched for strength, Wendy sighed. “Oh, God, Katie, he actually asked you to help him win over that dreadful woman?”
“Well, I don’t know about dreadful,” she allowed loyally, although for the life of her, she was beginning to wonder how she could harbor these feelings for a man who seemed to so easily disregard the fact that she had any feelings at all. “But he did say he wanted me to help him with his ‘campaign’ to win back Brittany Everett.”
Wendy rolled her eyes in frustrated exasperation. “To win her back, my idiot brother would have had to have her in the first place.”
“Wait, I’m confused,” Katie protested. “Didn’t he and Brittany go together just before they graduated college?”
She remembered how upset she’d been when she’d found out that Blake was seeing the beautiful young socialite. Katie had felt as if her entire world was crumbling right beneath her feet. It had taken her a while to get over it and get her mind back on her studies.
“Blake may have been ‘going together,’” Wendy corrected. At least she remembered things clearly, even if Blake didn’t. “Brittany apparently forgot. Besides, there’s absolutely no comparison between the two of you. You have a heart. I think Brittany has a mirror where her heart is supposed to be. While my idiot brother was recruiting you for this impossibly ridiculous mission, did he happen to tell you how he and the Magnolia Queen came to ‘break up’?” Wendy wanted to know.
Katie shook her head. “He didn’t go into any details, no.”
“Then allow me to fill you in,” Wendy offered, warming up to her subject. “They were at a graduation party and became separated. At some point in the evening, he started looking for her. He walked around, searching the immediate party area, and found her making out with another guy.”
Oh, poor Blake, was all Katie could think. “He found Brittany actually kissing some other guy?” she asked incredulously. How could she have even looked at another guy if she knew that Blake was committed to her?
Wendy shook her head, completely disgusted with her brother’s choice in women. “Personally, I don’t understand why Blake would even want to be in the same room with her, much less take her back.”
Wendy was missing one very obvious point, Katie thought. “Maybe because Brittany’s pretty much drop-dead gorgeous.”
Wendy raised her chin. “So are you,” she insisted loyally.
It was Katie’s turn to roll her eyes. “Oh, come on, Wendy. I do own a mirror, you know. I know exactly what I look like.”
Wendy shook her head. Katie was missing the obvious. She’d been such a dedicated soul and hard worker for so long, she didn’t even remember how to use her feminine wiles, but that was all right. Wendy was devious enough for both of them.
“The only difference between you and that woman my brother thinks he wants is that she knows how to apply makeup to her best advantage.” Wendy’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Katie. “Nothing you can’t learn,” she told her emphatically.
Maybe, Katie thought, but not easily. And not quickly enough. “And while I’m busy learning how to make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear, Blake and Brittany will be exchanging wedding vows,” she concluded unhappily.
Wendy waved away the very notion. “Not in a million years, I guarantee it,” she promised with deadly certainty. She knew the Brittanys of the world. They took up space and looked attractive—as long as no one was looking closely. Because what they had was superficial. What Katie had ran deep. Clear down to the bone.
The next moment,
