town’s very first café,” Nicole gushed. “Mrs. Greene, the proprietress, says one day soon we’ll have loads of people coming through here looking at our mountains and that they’ll all need a place to eat. Ma thinks she’s lost her mind—”
“Nicole, please.” Megan shot her an exasperated glance.
She waited for Josh to reply, who deferred to Kate. “It’s up to you.”
After the near run-in with Tyler and her disturbing awareness of Josh, a cup of hot tea might help her to relax. “That sounds like a splendid idea.”
“Wonderful.” Megan beamed her pleasure.
Kate hadn’t always been the best judge of character, but she got the feeling Megan O’Malley would make a good friend. And she didn’t have many of those. Most of the young socialites of her acquaintance were like Fran, interested only in the latest fashions, the finest parties and, most importantly, finding a rich, suitable husband.
While she liked nice clothes, she would much rather take photographs than spend hours poring through Harper’s Bazaar or standing for fittings. Parties among her set were overrated. Same food, same music, same people. Different setting.
As for a husband, she did want one of those. Longed, actually, for someone to love who loved her heart, mind and soul. But after what had happened with Wesley, well, she worried no man would want her—a used woman.
He certainly hadn’t wanted her. Once had been enough for him.
While she’d been sure he would show up the next day with a ring and a proposal, he’d boarded a ship for England instead.
Shoving the remembered pain and humiliation aside, she crossed the dusty street with Josh, the sisters walking ahead of them. They were chattering and laughing, seeming as close as sisters could be, and Kate experienced a familiar twinge of regret. She and Fran had never shared such a close bond, not even as children. Now that her sister had a new husband and a home of her own, Kate doubted they ever would.
Plum Café was an unexpectedly charming establishment. Mauve tablecloths covered the round tables, and matching curtains edged with gold ribbon adorned the windows overlooking the street, softening the harsh glare of sunlight.
An assortment of tantalizing aromas hung in the air. Voices and the clatter of dishes could be heard coming from the kitchen in back. Only one of the tables was occupied—an elderly couple who smiled and nodded but otherwise minded their own business.
Josh pulled a chair out for each of them and once they were seated, lowered his tall form into the one beside her. He took off his hat and hooked it on the back of his chair, then ran a hand through his hair. It was impossible to judge his mood by his closed expression. Was he thinking of his canceled wedding?
The proprietress, a meticulously dressed, middle-age lady, appeared and took their orders.
Nicole leaned eagerly forward. “Kate, you must tell us about New York. Have you been to Macy’s? What’s it like?”
Kate smiled. “Macy’s has the most amazing window displays. The staff is attentive and knowledgeable. There is so much to see, you could spend days browsing the aisles.”
“Is there a library in the city?” Megan looked hopeful.
“There are two—the Astor Library, used primarily for research, and the Lenox Library, which has mainly rare, religious books. I don’t visit either one, since our estate houses a grand library with both classics and recent works.”
“What a treat to have all those books at your disposal. Why, I doubt I’d get much else done if I lived there!”
“What type of books do you like to read?” Kate asked. “I brought a crate full with me. You’re welcome to borrow as many as you’d like.”
“Honest?” Megan seemed pleased with the offer.
“All she reads are love stories.” Nicole rolled her eyes.
“Nothing else.”
“That’s not true,” the other girl protested. “I like adventure stories, too.”
“If I have to hear about Mr. Darcy and Miss Bennet one more time,” she exclaimed, “I think I’ll be sick.”
“Nicole!”
Kate dipped her head to hide a smile. Their drinks arrived then, along with a plate of gooey, pecan-sprinkled cinnamon rolls.
Josh held up a hand. “We didn’t order these, Mrs. Greene.”
“Consider it an engagement gift.” The lady’s smile encompassed Kate and Josh. “Congratulations.”
Before they could correct her, she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Oh, dear.” Cheeks burning, Kate lowered her gaze to her lap.
When she felt his touch on her shoulder, she looked up and got lost in his impossibly blue eyes. “Forget about it,” he said quietly. “It’d be a shame to let these go to waste. I’ll clear things up with Mrs. Greene later.”
“Here you are.” Megan set a roll in front of her. “That woman is an amazing cook. You have to try one.”
Nicole was already biting into the pastry, an expression of rapture on her youthful face. “Mmm.”
She supposed she could set aside her self-imposed aversion to sugar-laden treats just this once. “Fine. But just so you know, I don’t normally do this.”
All eyes were on her as she lifted the first bite into her mouth. The rich, cinnamon pastry melted on her tongue. She stifled a moan of appreciation.
She attempted a stern expression. “Now I’m in trouble. I will have to make a point of avoiding the Plum Café from now on and maybe even this entire side of the street.”
The sisters chuckled. Even Josh managed a smile.
“Want to know what I think?” He set down his coffee mug. The teasing light in his eyes was unexpected, stealing her breath. “Now that you’ve tasted them, you won’t be able to resist.”
“I disagree,” she challenged with a lift of her chin. “When it comes to sweets, I happen to have unwavering willpower.”
His gaze dropped to her mouth. His eyes darkened, all emotion hidden. “You, um, have a spot of cinnamon.” He indicated the corner of her lips.
Self-conscious, Kate used her napkin. “Better?”
“Yes.” Shifting in the chair, he addressed Megan. “I was at the post office just now and picked up a letter from Juliana.”
“Oh?” She exchanged a pointed glance with Nicole. “What did she say?”
Nicole giggled.
“I haven’t read it.” He stared hard at them. “What’s up?”
“Juliana’s expecting!” Nicole blurted.
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