only a man,’ Ben continued, shaking his head and smiling indulgently, ‘but a husband at that.’
Whoa. A blind date was one thing …
He had been back in the country for just a few days and twice he had run into the same woman, and both times he had allowed her to get under his skin. He should have known better. So he swiftly latched onto the perfect balm for just that kind of irritant; she was on a husband hunt.
Suddenly San Francisco was looking better and better.
‘She’s cute, don’t you think?’ Ben asked with a glimmer in his eye.
‘Sure.’ If you called women with stormy blue eyes and legs that went on forever ‘cute’.
‘Did she happen to mention how she enjoyed the fight?’
‘We met just before it began actually. But that didn’t stop her pitching varied unflattering opinions about the match and my company in general.’
‘That sounds like Holly. Did you … introduce yourself?’ Ben asked, seeming to choose his words carefully. ‘Did she know who you were?’
‘She must have.’ Jacob pictured her open book face and the recognition evident in every blink. ‘What does that matter?’
‘I guess it doesn’t.’
Jacob stood and Ben walked him to the door.
‘What are you doing for dinner tonight?’ Ben asked. ‘How does roast lamb grab you? Beth hasn’t seen you for years and she would love to catch up before the baby’s due.’
Though he had masses of work to do, the thought of such contented, uncomplicated company was too tempting to refuse.
‘What time?’
‘About seven?’
As Jacob left Ben’s office he popped his head back in the door to say, ‘By the way, I have never sashayed in my life.’
‘It was horrible.’ Holly was bent double with her bottom in the air and head pushed between her legs.
‘Ben had a ball.’ Beth did a far more gentle stretch with their yoga instructor watching her carefully.
‘Of course he did. He’s a man. And a Neanderthal at that, as I have only just discovered.’
‘I promise if he’d told me beforehand it was that sort of function, I never would have suggested he take you. I’d told him a little about your dad, but not enough as it turned out.’
Beth laid a hand on Holly’s arm. Holly shook it off, then instantly regretted the prickly move. She had long since let those memories lie and knew she was being overly sensitive.
‘He thinks that Lincoln guy is “inspired”,’ Holly continued, her voice light. ‘He has his head screwed on wrong. If he really wanted his employees to bond in one of his establishments, why not buy a health resort and send them there? I could do a better job planning their parties half asleep and with one hand tied behind my back!’
‘Or with your head between your knees, evidently.’
Holly flicked her friend a smile from between said knees.
‘So, did you meet any honeys?’ Beth asked.
‘Nah,’ Holly said, steadfastly failing to acknowledge the picture of sparkling hazel eyes that had fast formed in her mind. Besides, he was no honey. He was the enemy.
‘I’m not surprised. May I ask how you hoped to find a husband in the “communal lounge”?’
‘By that stage all I hoped to find was sanctuary from the rabble outside.’
‘You would hardly want that to be the story you tell your grandkids. “We met on the way to the toilet.”’
‘What’s the point?’ Holly sighed as she slowly stretched her arms to touch her toes. ‘I will find no husband. I will have no grandkids to tell stories to.’
‘Well, if that’s your attitude I had better cancel your dinner date for tonight, then.’
‘Dinner?’ Holly stood up so fast she had to steady herself so as not to black out.
Beth stood more slowly and waddled over to their bags. Holly followed at a trot.
‘To make up for his dismal effort the other night Ben has organised for one of his work colleagues to come to dinner tonight. He had hoped the two of you could meet, fall madly in love and marry. But if you’re not interested—’
‘Of course, I’m interested. Do you know him? Is he nice? Intelligent? What does he do? No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know. Is he cute?’
‘Just be at our place by six-thirty, and all will be revealed.’
‘Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.’ She gave Beth a big hug. ‘You guys are so good to me.’
‘Even Ben? A minute ago he was a Neanderthal.’
‘Ben a Neanderthal? Never. He’s the most wonderful man in the history of the world.’
Beth nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
As the clock neared seven Beth screamed at Ben to take Holly into the front room and keep her there. ‘If she asks me what he’s like one more time, the pair of you will be sucking gravy from your shirts.’
Holly took a seat in the front room. She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times before settling on right over left. She nibbled at her manicured fingernails and her right leg jiggled up and down.
A sudden downpour made a soft, rhythmic drumming sound on the flat roof. Holly watched as rain created hypnotic rivulets down the window-panes. Each car driving past was heralded by a soft swoosh of tyres on the wet road surface. Headlights lit up raindrops on the glass to a blinding brilliance, before fading as fast as they had arrived. But none heralded her blind date.
‘Ben?’
‘Yes, Holly.’
She knew that tone. Ben had already begun rubbing stiff fingers over the back of his neck.
‘What does he know about me?’
‘Are you sure you want to know? Are you sure you’re not going to stop me as soon as I begin telling you?’
‘I’m sure. Tell me. I can’t stand it. I need to know something.’ Holly’s leg jiggled ever more violently.
‘Okay,’ he said. ‘I told him that you were cute.’
‘You said I’m cute?’ Her leg jiggle slowed. ‘You’re so sweet.’
Ben mirrored her more relaxed behaviour. ‘I told him that you and Beth had been friends for years—’
‘He knows Beth well enough for you to mention I was friends
