have to level with you,” she went on, wishing she could tell him the whole truth without badly hurting his feelings. “Eric and I are only dating very casually. We have no plans for the future. He’s not interested in commitment, and I like things the way they are.”
“We’ll see,” he said smugly. “Meanwhile, I’ll have more time to get to know him better. He’s the first decent boyfriend you’ve had, so I hope it’s a sign your taste in men has improved.”
“You’re not being fair—”
The phone on the kitchen counter rang shrilly, which was probably a good thing. She grabbed for it, wondering if her father saw himself as an aging Cupid with thinning hair and a bum ankle.
“Yes, Mrs. Wilmer. How can I help you?” Mindy said after the Scottsdale social leader identified herself.
Mindy was setting up a database for Kitty Wilmer’s long Christmas card list, a tedious chore that involved reading an endless number of names and addresses written in the woman’s tiny, cramped handwriting, which included thirty years’ worth of additions, deletions and changes. She had to finish soon so the mailing labels were ready for the cards. It was the kind of picky job she hated, but Mrs. Wilmer could throw a lot of business her way if she was happy with her work.
“I have a pencil right here,” Mindy said as she started to jot down a few more additions to the list. The woman collected people as if they were coins.
At least her father got bored and thumped out to the back porch on his crutches for some early evening air.
Christmas! Her tenuous deal with Eric would never hold up that long.
ERIC MET Guy at the athletic club where they both had memberships. They played racquetball until they were pooped, then sat in the sauna making small talk.
“What a hottie,” Guy said, trying for the third time that morning to get Eric to open up about his date at Mountain Monty’s. “When are the four of us going to get together?”
“Your idea or Tammy’s?” Eric asked, letting the towel on his head hide his face.
“Both. We’d like to get to know her.”
Eric doubted Tammy was that eager to get acquainted with Mindy. She’d dragged Guy away before they could even finish their conversation.
“Why don’t you two agree on something important like when you’re getting married?”
“I’m on the road too much right now,” his friend replied.
“Lame excuse.”
“Effective though. I love a sauna,” Guy said with feeling. “Cleans out the pores, sharpens the brain.”
“It’s a good time for quiet contemplation.”
Sarcasm was wasted on Guy. He enjoyed talking even more than listening to his collection of CDs and audio books, the largest Eric had seen outside of a store.
His friend laughed, another thing he did easily and often.
“When you bring the dad along on a date, something serious is going on.”
“Nothing is going on,” Eric said, with no hope of being believed.
“Well, at least you’re over Cassandra. She was as cold as an ice sculpture.”
“She didn’t like you much, either.”
Guy thought that was hilarious.
“Well, when you feel like being sociable, we’ll set something up,” his friend said. “You can’t keep her all to yourself forever.”
“Time to hit the showers,” Eric said, knowing it was also time to call Mindy.
He thought far too often of calling her, but the cautious side of his nature held him back. He’d been through an emotionally charged breakup with Cassandra. She’d refused to accept any share of the blame for their incompatibility and was furious, mainly because he’d spoiled her horse-care plans. He still felt angry when he remembered her resentment and spite.
He’d been blinded by optimism and admiration for Cassandra’s style and class, that and basic lust for a hard-to-get female. He couldn’t help comparing his infatuation for Cass with the way he was beginning to feel about Mindy. Unfair as it might be, he was gun-shy when it came to women like Mindy, whose chief goal was to organize and reform. Better to keep his life unfettered, risk-free and placid than deal with another colossal mistake.
He would call Mindy, though. They had a deal, and he would do his part.
NOTHING WENT quite the way Eric planned that day. To begin with, he still hadn’t talked to Mindy. Now here he was, on her doorstep on Saturday night, not sure how he felt about another cozy dinner for three.
More to the point, what had her reaction been when Wayne told her Eric was coming for another meal? Mindy hadn’t been home when he finally called in the early afternoon. Wayne didn’t expect her soon, but suggested Eric drop over for dinner that evening. He’d declined, of course. He didn’t think Mindy wanted her father to arrange her social life, and he sure as hell didn’t, either. But he’d neglected to give a valid-sounding excuse right away, and Wayne wore him down until there was no way to refuse without disclaiming all interest in his daughter.
What Eric wanted was a private conversation with Mindy. What he was getting was dinner, deception and her dad.
His only consolation was she was probably more uncomfortable about it than he was. She’d gotten him into this, and she’d better have good news about her father going home. He didn’t like this dating charade. Their nonrelationship was getting to him more than he would’ve believed possible.
Probably worst of all, he felt silly standing in front of her door, not knowing if she wanted him to come for dinner. Rather than show up empty-handed, he’d picked up a bouquet of flowers that reminded him of autumn in Iowa, shades of gold and rust like the late fall foliage. They were long-stemmed and wrapped in green tissue paper. All he had to do was hand them over, but now that he was about to do it, the gesture seemed romantically hokey.
Wayne had probably spotted him through the big front window, so it was too late to retreat or hide the flowers in the car. He rang the buzzer.
His wanna-be father-in-law answered the door leaning on his crutches. The old boy still didn’t know how to dress down the Arizona way. He was wearing dark navy slacks, brilliantly shined black dress shoes, and a short-sleeved blue tailored shirt. His bolo tie looked stiff and formal.
“Good to see you, Eric.” He thrust out his hand.
“Nice seeing you, sir…Wayne.”
A spicy tomato smell permeated the interior of the house making him realize how hungry he was.
“Come on in, come on in. Mindy will be out in a minute. I have to warn you though, she’s a little miffed.”
“At me?”
She could be mad because he hadn’t called all week. That would’ve been enough to send Cassandra into a blue funk, but he didn’t have a real
