three weeks ago—haven’t you heard?”
Piper yanked down the phone cord, unaware she had managed to wind it around her neck. “Who to?” she croaked, then unwound herself with an impatient twist.
“She spent so much time at the clinic, she managed to snare a doctor—her diamond is a freaking boulder.”
For an instant, Piper experienced a pang of panic. Even allergic, insomniac, headachy, PMS-ing Tillie had snagged a man—and a rich one, to boot. She sighed and glanced at her watch. She’d promised her grandmother she’d be over to help box up some things for her upcoming move.
“Piper, are you there, or is your life passing before your eyes?”
“I’m here,” she snapped. “And thirty-one doesn’t exactly make me eligible for a discount at the bingo parlor.”
Justine sighed dramatically. “People are beginning to talk, Piper. You would tell me, wouldn’t you, if you were, um…you know.”
“I don’t know what the heck you’re talking about.”
“You know—gay.”
Piper dropped the phone, then chased it across the floor as the spiral cord contracted to pull it home. “No, I’m not gay!” she yelled as she dived on the handset, juggled it and finally wrestled it to her ear. “How could you even think such a thing?” she barked into the phone.
Her friend tapped her fingers against the receiver again. “Piper, I can’t remember you ever having a lasting relationship with a man. A few dates, yeah, but were you ever serious about anyone?”
Piper pursed her lips and fidgeted with the cord. “I guess I’m picky.”
“I’m telling you, Piper, you’d better start hunting for a man before all the good ones are gone.”
“Justine, you’re two hundred miles away in Tupelo where the men are plentiful and passable. I’m in Mudville—when you visited, did you happen to see anyone who would put me in the manhunting mood?”
“You’ve got a point.” Her friend hummed in sympathy. “You really should move to the city—any city.”
“Except Blythe Industries can’t find cheap labor to run their plant in the city.”
Justine scoffed. “Oh, and no other company in all of Mississippi could use a food scientist?”
Piper pursed her lips. “Maybe—but then I’d be farther away from Gran, and you’ve got to admit, I have a terrific job.”
“True—most women wouldn’t have to be paid to design desserts.”
“Well, it’s not all fudge sauce and whipped cream, Justine. It’s harder than it sounds.”
“Yeah, yeah…bottom line, Piper, you can’t let your career or your family get in the way of finding your soulmate, your dream man—your hero.”
“The only hero I’ve seen in Mudville, Mississippi, is the sandwich special at Limbo’s Deli.”
“Oh, come on. There has to be at least one eligible man in that podunk town. You’re going to have to extend yourself a little, you know. See and be seen.”
“I’m not so sure I want to see and be seen at a tractor pull.”
“You’re going to have to work for this one, Piper. You need a man plan.”
Piper laughed. “Which comes first—the man or the plan?”
“Do you have a good-looking co-worker? Boss?”
Her assistant, Rich, was good-looking. But it was a well-guarded secret that he was gay, too. And her boss, Edmund, was a married man, besides being old enough to be her father. “No one remotely eligible.”
“Neighbor?”
“Nada.”
“UPS man?”
“He’s a woman.”
“Well, you’ve got three whole months to come up with a dance partner for the wedding—all the men in the wedding party are taken.”
Piper flopped down on top of the dress pile, sending the hangers clanging. “Oh, well, that should be a cinch. After all, ballroom dancing is such a popular pastime in Mudville.”
“You’ll think of something. Cheer up—I’ll bet every happily married woman had a strategy to snag their man. Take Stew, for example. He dragged his feet for three years. Then, when I told him I had a job offer in Tennessee, he fell to his knees.”
Piper frowned. Her bedroom ceiling needed to be painted. “I didn’t know you had a job offer in Tennessee.”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh.”
“Piper, it’s our job to convince men they can’t live without us. Keep your eyes open for someone older—maybe a divorced man.”
“I’m not so sure I want a retread.”
Justine clucked. “Sophie says men are better husbands the second time around—you don’t have nearly as much training to do.”
“This is starting to sound like a lot of work.”
Justine sighed noisily. “Piper, do you want to grow old alone?”
Shutting her eyes against the welling misery, Piper relented, puffing her heated cheeks. “No.”
“Then you’d better start doing something about it.”
“Okay, okay, I get the message. Can we please change the subject?”
“Aha!” Justine whooped. “I just thought of the perfect color for my bridesmaids’ dresses—salmon!”
Piper bit back a groan, bounced up from the bed and walked her fingers over the collection of gowns still hanging in the cramped wardrobe. Burgundy, tangerine, moss green, silver, baby blue, pink, coral, eggplant, peach and plum.
But no salmon.
IAN BENTLEY BLINKED at the thick gold band, topped with two rows of sparkling diamonds, then glanced across the table to Meredith. “M-marry you?”
“Sure.” She shrugged her lovely shoulders, a dry smile curving her glazed red lips. “I won a trip to Europe for top sales, but I’m only allowed to have a spouse go with me—no ‘significant others.’”
Ian pursed his lips and studied her classically beautiful face and mane of blond hair, which no doubt contributed to her sales success. Meredith was a walking billboard for the line of cosmetics she sold to department stores, more striking than most of the supermodels who endorsed the products. But was hers a face he could wake up to for the rest of his life? “Meredith, forgive me, but a trip doesn’t seem like a great reason to get married.”
She
