like you’re always working.”
“Seems that way sometimes. With my regular practice and the clinic I’m practically always on call, but I manage. Time with the kids isn’t like work. We have some fun.” He grinned. “Besides, I take long lunch breaks.”
She leaned toward him. “Still, doesn’t seem to leave much time for a personal life.”
His gaze grew warm, his pupils dilating. “There hasn’t been much going on there lately.”
“Really? I heard you and April had a thing. That you two split up recently and that’s why the cold reception at the DCWC.” Cassie had filled Tess in on April’s history with Mason as a way of explaining the club’s refusal.
He straightened, his eyes widening. “You like to lay all the cards on the table, don’t you?”
“I think it’s important to keep the air clear. Should I extend my condolences?” Tess smiled inwardly. The air around him shimmered with surprise and a little regret, but no heartache. Whatever ailed him, it wasn’t April.
He took a moment to sip his coffee. “Don’t get me wrong, April is a wonderful woman and I had hoped for a while that we could have more in our relationship. It took me some time to figure out that that just wasn’t going to happen. It wouldn’t have been fair to either one of us to keep things going. We had let it linger for way too long as it was.”
Tess reached across the table to touch his arm. The connection was strong, sending warm tingles over her. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about. People leave each other. Life goes on.”
She shivered. Something dark and painful moved through him. Was that Mason’s trouble? Had someone left him? “Mason—”
A beeper sounded from his side of the table. He blew out a long breath as he pulled a pager from his pocket. “Ah, here we go. Time to get back to work. I’m so sorry to have to cut this short.”
She rose with him. “No problem. I need to get back myself.”
They moved toward the door and he touched her elbow. “Thank you, Tess, for everything—the coffee, the company, offering your help. I just know good things will come of this.”
They stepped through the door, then out into the parking lot. “Oh, definitely. Why don’t I make a few calls to get the ball rolling? Then I’ll be in touch to arrange a meeting so we can start organizing everything.”
He smiled with genuine pleasure. “That sounds really great. Here, let me give you my contact info.” He pulled a card from his wallet. “Have you got a pen?”
“Sure.” She found a pen bearing her nursery’s logo. “Here, keep this and you’ll know where to find me most days.”
“Great.” His brows arched. “No home number?”
“My cell’s on there, but anyone at the shop can get me if I’m not around.”
He scrawled some more numbers across the back of his business card, then handed it to her. “That’s my home phone, cell phone and pager. So now you have every means of reaching me. If you can’t get me on one of those, I’m probably with a patient. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”
“So many numbers. I feel important.”
“You are.” The heat returned to his eyes. “I want you to be able to reach me whenever you need me, even if it’s after hours.”
She cocked her head, smiling. Was the good doctor actually flirting with her? That was definitely a good sign. “Trust me, I’ll be in touch.”
He squeezed her hand and nodded. “I’m really looking forward to it.”
His pager sounded again and she shooed him away. “Go. We’ll talk soon.”
Nodding, he moved off, his cell phone already to his ear. The sun shone down on him, picking out vibrant streaks of auburn in his dark hair. She smiled as he turned to wave. Even across the parking lot, his excitement called to her. Maybe the good doctor wouldn’t need so much coaxing, after all.
3
“BUT, CASSIE, HOW COULD you not want to do this?” Tess bit the inside of her lip. She knew she shouldn’t push too hard, or she might lose any possible support from the woman. And if Tess was going to make it into the DCWC, she needed an ally on the inside. At least Cassie had been open to her stopping by her home when Tess had called to say she had something important to discuss.
Surely that was a good sign.
“It isn’t that I don’t agree that Project Mentor is a worthwhile project.” Cassie’s eyes took on a dreamy quality. “Anything Mason Davies is involved with is bound to be a huge success….”
“But? I definitely hear a but after that.”
“But…April really won’t like it. She’s a good friend and we go way back.” Cassie paused as if considering her next words. “There was more to it than I said before. They were engaged.”
“April and Mason?” Though she’d suspected their relationship wasn’t casual, hearing it confirmed was a bit of a kick to the gut.
“It was a long, drawn-out thing. Four years. How could anyone be engaged that long and not set a date? I always thought there was something wrong there, but April never seemed to mind—always made excuses. I think finally even she got tired of waiting and put her foot down. That’s when he dumped her.”
“He called it off?”
“Well, she says it was mutual, but if that’s the case, why is she so mad at him? Seems otherwise she’d just go on with her life and be glad it was over with. Don’t you think?”
“When did all this happen?”
“Early last week. I called him Friday to see if he was still coming to the luncheon—he’d been on the agenda for months. I really thought that he would back out under the circumstances.” She shook her head. “But not Mason. You have to admire him for that. It was kind of like facing a firing squad.”
“Did April know he would be there Sunday?”
“I told her. She said he wouldn’t show. That he would know better.”
“But he did show.”
“And she shot him down.”
“Yes, she did.”
Cassie leaned toward Tess. “But that wasn’t really April. She’s just not herself right now. If you go ahead with this plan to help him, you’ll risk making an enemy of her and possibly some of the other women in the club. She has a very loyal following.”
“Even though she’s holding a personal grudge and he’s supporting a cause that’s transforming the lives of children?”
“She’s not so bad, you know. I can only imagine what she’s going
