flickered in Isabel’s eyes, then faded away. “That’s an impressive description. And I’m sensing a but.”
Patience nodded. “But why now? While he was in the witness protection program, he couldn’t tell me who he was. Then his dad was captured and sent back to prison. Which meant Justice could do whatever he wanted. Obviously he didn’t want to get in touch with me.”
“Oh.” Isabel straightened. “That’s an excellent point.”
“He did find Ford. They’re friends. Now he’s back and my hormones are singing praises, but I’m telling myself I need to be careful.”
“Yeah, you do. Men aren’t always who they seem.” Isabel reached for another chip. “It’s never easy, is it?”
“No. I’m trying to be calm and adult about the whole thing.” She thought about the kiss and how it had left her weak in the knees. “If he’s opening a business, it’s not like he’s going to disappear again, right?” Because that’s what she couldn’t get past. Him leaving. Every man she’d ever cared about had left.
“It’s a very good sign.”
Patience drew in a breath. “I hope so. And while we’re on the subject of hope, I do have something to tell you about Ford.”
Isabel looked at her. “Which is?”
“He’s going to be here soon. Apparently he’s leaving the military and coming back to Fool’s Gold.”
Isabel opened her mouth, then closed it. “He’ll be in town?”
“That’s the rumor. I don’t have any details or dates.”
“Oh God. No. I can’t face him. I wrote him for years. Not that I’m sure he got my letters or if he did, if he read them, but still.”
“He would have liked your letters.”
“You can’t know that. He probably does think I’m a stalker.” She covered her face with her hands. “I knew coming home would be complicated, but I didn’t think I would have to face Ford.” She dropped her hands to the table. “Is he married?”
“I don’t know.”
“He’s probably married. With six kids, right? And a dog. So I don’t have to worry. He won’t even remember me.”
Patience reached for another chip. “I want to make fun of you, but I can’t, because I know exactly what you’re going through.”
“That makes me feel better. You’ll tell me if you learn anything?”
“Every detail.”
“I’ll do the same for you. Not that I’m expecting to be in the middle of gossip central. When people come to the bridal shop, they tend to be past the dramatic stage of their relationship.” She picked up her soda. “You really think Ford’s married?” She sounded both horrified and hopeful.
“He could be. And I’m sure he’s not nearly as good-looking as he was.”
“Right. He’s old now and uninteresting.” She paused. “You said Justice is hunky.”
Patience held in a sigh. “The hunkiest.”
“Good. One of us should get the great guy.”
“It’s too soon to know if he’s great or not,” Patience said. She wanted to believe he was, of course, but she had no actual evidence.
CHAPTER FIVE
“YOURS IS bigger than mine,” Patience said, walking around the warehouse.
Justice chuckled. No matter the circumstances, she could always make him laugh. “I thought women liked to say size doesn’t matter.”
She looked at him, blushed, then turned away. “I meant your business.”
“I know what you meant. I’m going to be doing different things here. We’ll need the space.”
She walked around the open area. “I guess the good news is you can do anything you want.”
“That’s what I thought. Frame in the walls, build some offices and meeting rooms.”
“A bathroom,” she added. “If your clients are going to be working out, you might want to think about showers.”
He did want to think about showers, but not in the way she meant.
He followed her as she walked around. She wore jeans and another of her decorated T-shirts. This one was pink with rhinestone flamingos sitting at a table, sipping martinis. He wasn’t sure what it meant, but it was pure Patience.
She turned to face him. “You’ve decided? You’re staying?”
He wondered if the truth was that since seeing her, leaving wasn’t an option. “I’m staying.”
“And you’re opening this business with your partners?”
“Ford and Angel.”
“Angel?”
“You haven’t met him yet.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Have you warned him what he’s getting into, coming to a town like this one?”
“He’ll be fine.”
She walked toward him. “You’ve obviously stayed in touch with Ford.”
He nodded, then wondered if her interest was personal rather than general. They’d all been friends together. Ford had spent years in town after he had left. Had they dated? Ford had never said anything, but he didn’t share all that much. Tension tightened the muscles across the back of his shoulders.
“You looking forward to seeing him?” Justice asked.
“Sure.” She paused. “Is he married?”
He didn’t like the question and liked the answer even less. “No. Is that good news?”
She smiled. “It’s always fun when a hometown hero returns. I think his mother and sisters will be more excited.” Her smile turned mischievous. “As for the married thing, you can’t tell anyone, but my friend Isabel is totally freaked out about Ford coming back.”
His muscles relaxed. “She had a thing for him?”
“Big-time. Ford was engaged to her sister. Maeve cheated on him with his best friend and Ford was understandably pissed. He took off and joined the army. Maeve married the best friend. They’re still together. But Ford almost never comes back to visit. When he sees his family, he meets them somewhere else and not very often. Isabel was only fourteen when Ford left and she wrote him for years. Now they’re all grown up and she’s moved back to town. She’s very nervous about seeing him again.” Patience paused. “Is this too much information?”
