smile was self-deprecating. “I’m a nerd. I can’t help it. I like math and science, but I wasn’t brilliant enough for anything theoretical. I thought about engineering, but after a couple of classes, I knew it wasn’t my thing.” He shrugged. “I like being around kids. I like the look on their faces when they figure out something difficult.”
“You’re the teacher they’re going to remember twenty years from now,” she said.
“I hope so. You know anything about dogs?”
She smiled. “I know what they are, but I’ve never had one.”
“Carter, Reese’s friend, got a German shepherd puppy. Now Reese wants one. I’m not sure we’re ready for a puppy. We already have a dog—Fluffy.” He held up his hand. “I didn’t name her.”
Her smile broadened. “Fluffy?”
“My sister is responsible for that. Fluffy was in training to be a therapy dog, but she flunked out. We took her, but she was close to a year when we got her. Now Reese thinks it would be cool to have a puppy. I’m less sure.”
“I know Felicia is taking their puppy into the office, but it’s not a school. She has more flexibility.”
“Felicia is Carter’s stepmom, right?”
Consuelo nodded. The sky was bright blue, the air warm. Kent wore a T-shirt over jeans. Sunlight brought out hints of brown in his dark hair.
She liked the way he smiled and the shape of his mouth. She liked how he seemed to relax as they talked and the way he kept his gaze on her eyes. Okay, every now and then he checked her out, but she was okay with that. Mostly she liked that she didn’t have to try to be something other than who she was.
She wondered what would happen if she kissed him. Just leaned over and—
She drew back. What was she thinking? In Middle America, women didn’t go around kissing men they’d barely met. It didn’t work like that. There were supposed to be dates first, and the guy did the asking. She had a feeling Kent was way more traditional than she was used to and she doubted he would appreciate her taking charge.
She couldn’t do this. Couldn’t be like everyone else. She didn’t know how, didn’t understand the rules.
She found herself wanting to hit something. An hour with a heavy bag would go a long way to making her feel better. Or maybe she could run a quick ten miles.
Not wanting to have to apologize for questionable behavior a second time, she reminded herself to smile pleasantly as she rose.
“This has been really fun,” she said, hoping she sounded genuine. “I need to, uh, go meet a friend. Enjoy the festival.”
Kent looked confused, but he stood when she did and didn’t try to stop her. “Sure. It was nice to see you.”
She walked away as quickly as she could. Her eyes burned, but she told herself it was just allergies. There was no way she was getting emotional over a man. Not now, not ever.
* * *
“YOU’RE BEING CRITICAL,” Charlie complained as she picked up a French fry.
“I’m not,” Patience told her. “I’m just saying last year was more emotional.” She turned to the rest of the table. “Last year after the parade, Annabelle was doing the special horse dance and then she was going to cut out the sacrifice’s heart. She thought it was Clay, because he’d volunteered, only it was Shane and he told her he loved her and proposed.” She glanced back at Charlie. “You just pretended to cut out Clay’s heart.”
“We kissed,” Charlie grumbled. “Fine. Hers was better.”
Isabel laughed along with everyone else. She’d missed much of the festival. Saturdays were busy at the bridal shop. She’d managed to spend a little time there on Sunday but had also wanted to catch up on the store’s books.
Noelle looked at her. “You okay? You’re quiet.”
“I’m thinking,” she admitted. Mostly about Ford. The man made her insane with his suggestions. But even more annoying, now she felt guilty for telling him no.
She realized everyone was looking at her.
“About what?” Felicia asked, then bit her lower lip. “Am I not supposed to inquire? Is this one of those times when as a woman I should wait for my friend to offer the information or a time when I’m supposed to prod her into telling?”
“Wait,” Charlie said.
“Prod her,” Noelle, Consuelo and Patience said at the same time.
Felicia nodded at Charlie. “You’re outvoted.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t make me wrong.”
Isabel was both amused and frustrated by her friends. “Does anyone want to ask me my opinion?”
“Apparently not,” Felicia told her. “So what’s the problem? Your reluctance indicates it must be about a man. The only other topics about which people are reticent are money-related topics. Sometimes politics, but we don’t usually discuss...” She sighed. “Sorry. Sometimes my analytical brain gets ahead of me.”
Noelle was sitting next to her and hugged her. “I love you so much.”
“Thank you. Your support is gratifying.”
Patience looked at Isabel. “Don’t think any of this has distracted me. What’s up?”
“It’s nothing,” Isabel said. “Really, it’s silly.” She paused, knowing there was no way she was getting out of it. Not unless she could think of a really good lie.
“Ford wants me to be his pretend girlfriend to get his mother off his back. I told him no and now I feel guilty.”
Five pairs of eyes widened.
“I didn’t know you were seeing Ford,” Patience said.
“I’m not. We’ve talked.”
“She came to CDS,” Consuelo offered with a grin.
“Thanks for the support,” Isabel told her. “I wanted to clear the air. He’s in the apartment above the garage. I didn’t want him to think I was stalking him or anything. So we talked and it was nice. We’re friends now.”
“Have you had sex?” Charlie asked flatly.
Isabel was glad she hadn’t just taken another bite of her salad. “What? No. Of course not. We’re not dating.”
“Technically, dating isn’t required for sex,” Felicia said. “With Gideon, I...” She pressed her lips together. “Never mind.”
Patience grinned. “That’s right. You were wild with him. I was so impressed.” She turned to Isabel. “No wildness from you?”
“We’re just friends.” The brief kiss had been nice, but even though
