Emma had moved to Hartley Creek a few years ago. Evangeline had stood up for Emma when she’d married Carter. Tyler had been her escort to the wedding.
Evangeline remembered too well how she’d felt at that wedding, dancing with Tyler. His attentiveness and good looks were the epitome of everything Evangeline had hoped for in a future husband. In fact he had made Evangeline hope that someday she might be escorted down the aisle wearing a white dress and translucent veil.
But she’d discovered Tyler liked the idea of a girlfriend more than the idea of a wife. And from the way her father was acting she doubted she could count on him to be present should that momentous day ever come.
Evangeline caught herself and gave herself a mental face palm. Enough with the gloomy thoughts. Move on. Follow your own advice to Denny. Do what comes next.
Another thump from across the hall caught her attention. Seriously, what was he doing over there? Obviously moving in was noisy work.
“So now we need to decide on a book for next time,” Sophie Brouwer was saying. “Any suggestions? Evangeline, you usually have some good ideas.”
Evangeline glanced down at the list of books she had, indeed, come to book club with. But as she looked at the titles she released a wry smile. One was about a young girl being reconciled with a father after a long separation during the California Gold Rush. The other was about a father looking for his lost daughter during the Spanish Civil War.
Definitely a theme going on here.
“I don’t think any of these would work.” She folded the paper and tucked it into the pocket of her sweater, ignoring Mia’s puzzled look.
“How about Arctic Grail?” Jeff suggested.
Mia shivered. “Brr. Sounds like a winter book again. I hereby declare no books about winter in summer. In fact no books about winter even in winter. We get enough winter in Hartley Creek.”
“I have some ideas,” Eloise Beck said.
She gave her recommendations and the ensuing discussion centered on ordering the books and the date of the next meeting.
Evangeline stood to write the name of the book and date on the large calendar she had hanging in the back room. As she finished scribbling it in, she heard a knock at the door leading to the hallway.
When she opened it, Denny stood in the hallway, one hand resting on the door frame, the other in the pockets of his worn blue jeans. His T-shirt strained across his chest and shoulders, and behind her she heard a faint sigh and a whispered, “Oh, yeah.”
“Is everything okay?” she asked, trying not let Mia’s reaction get to her.
Denny straightened as he looked past her to the group in the room. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy. I can come another time.”
“It’s okay,” she said, folding her arms over her chest. “We’re just finishing up.”
“I just...I just needed to borrow a couple of garbage bags.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I forgot to pick ’em up when we were at the grocery store.”
“I’ve got some here in the bookstore,” she said, taking a quick step back, his smile creating an unwelcome reaction.
As she turned to get the bags, people were getting to their feet. Evangeline didn’t make eye contact with Mia but could easily see her speculative look in her peripheral vision. It took Evangeline a few moments to find the bags and when she returned many of the women were leaving, walking past Denny, who stood aside, nodding and smiling at them.
Mia, the last one in the room, was hooking her purse over her shoulder. As she walked past Denny she gave him a quick smile. “Nice meeting you,” she said, looking back at Evangeline again, giving her a discreet thumbs-up.
Ignoring her friend, Evangeline handed Denny the bags and he took them with a murmured thanks. But he didn’t leave.
When Mia had disappeared down the end of the hallway, Denny turned back to Evangeline and smiled. “I thought I should tell you, I got another message from your dad. He asked me to let you know that he got a line on a new project. He said he’d be tied up for a couple of weeks for sure.”
Evangeline felt her heart grow heavy, like a rock in her chest, as she just stared at Denny.
“He couldn’t tell me himself?” she said, unable to keep the chill out of her voice.
Denny shrugged, his smile fading away. “He said he tried to call you—”
“He didn’t try at all,” she snapped. She was about to say more, but stopped, aware of Denny’s puzzled look.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I just thought I would let you know.”
Evangeline lifted her hand to stop his apology. “It’s not your fault.”
“Maybe not, but I am sorry,” he said again, holding his hand out as if in a peace offering. “When I told him to call you himself, he said he tried, so I offered to tell you.”
Evangeline heard the sympathetic note in his voice and, unable to stop herself, looked up at him.
In his dark eyes she caught a glimmer of sympathy.
He does have thick eyelashes, she thought. And kind eyes.
A small spark of longing was kindled in her and for a heartbeat she felt a connection to him.
Then she caught herself, brought reality into the situation and glanced away. Was she crazy?
Not hero material, she reminded herself. He was exactly like her father, which was the last thing she needed in her life right now.
Plus, he had a baby he had to take care of.
“Thanks for telling me,” she said quietly, looking away. Stepping back. “I’ll try to call him when I have the time.”
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