part of the game. But this was the time to be blunt. “I had a final count of twelve. We served sixteen.” And worked our butts off to do that.
“I called as soon as I found out my friend and her family would be able to make the dinner, after all,” the hostess said, taking hold of her long string of definitely not fake pearls and running them through her fingers.
“The call came a little late.” As in while they were driving to the Bremerton house high on the hill overlooking Reno.
“It seems to me that caterers should be prepared for this type of emergency.”
“Yes—as long as you don’t mind paying for the extra food.”
“Which you refuse to leave. Very unreasonable.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way. Perhaps we can get together and discuss ways to avoid this in the future?”
Mrs. Bremerton sniffed. “I don’t foresee a future.”
“Well, good night, then.”
Reggie made one final visual sweep of the spotless kitchen, nodded at the hostess, then left through the back door, a smile frozen on her face until the door closed behind her.
“Not a happy hostess,” Reggie said as she got into the van, where Eden and Patty were waiting for her.
“I don’t see why not,” Patty said stiffly. “It was a lovely dinner.”
“Because we couldn’t read her mind and guess that she had extra people coming.” Eden put the van in gear. “I’ll do some damage control tomorrow.”
“Good luck with that.” Reggie leaned her head against the window.
She was so very tired. More tired than a catering event and disagreement with a host should have made her.
Pregnancy, coupled with the unfinished business with her baby’s father, was wiping her out.
Reggie hoped Tom got this job so their personal negotiations could begin.
IT WAS RAINING. OF COURSE. HE comes to Nevada, one of the driest states in the union, and it rains on him. And not just a little. It rolled down his cheeks, into the corners of his mouth, collected on his lashes and got into his eyes when he blinked.
And Reggie wasn’t answering her door. Finally, he heard a shuffling noise and then the peephole went dark. The door swung open.
“How did you find me?” she demanded.
“Could you please change that to ‘Come on in. It’s wet out there?’” And it had been easy to find her, thanks to the internet.
Reggie looked past him at the cab idling on the wet street, then stepped back so he could come inside. “Why are you here?”
She wasn’t any more welcoming now that he was under her roof, but he was going to be a damned sight warmer.
“Did you get the job?” she added with a frown, since they’d met less than two days ago.
“Do you mind if I take my coat off?” he asked, buying time.
Reggie gave him a pained look, but nodded. He couldn’t help but glance at her abdomen under the form-fitting T-shirt she wore. There was no sign of pregnancy.
“I’ve gained four pounds,” she said, interpreting the look. “But I probably won’t start showing until next month. Why are you here?”
“We did well together once.” Reggie stiffened at his opening words, delivered as if they were part of a memorized speech. That’s what he got for not practicing.
She casually folded her arms, shutting him out. “Agreed. Then one of us changed.”
“I want another chance.”
Reggie took a half step back, bringing her hand up to the base of her neck in a way that totally pissed him off. “With me?”
“Don’t look so horrified.” Plan B, Plan B. “I didn’t get the job in Seattle.”
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