picked up an apple from the polished fruit bowl on the counter and rubbed it against his sleeve. “You’re giving yourself quite a little credit there, I see.”
“If you’re talking about your bad choices, they’re not my responsibility.”
“No. I mean your assumption that I was on a rebound from you,” he said gently, and watched with slightly malicious pleasure as the dart hit her dead center. He bit into the apple with a satisfying crack.
Irritation flared in her big hazel eyes. “Oh, come on, Austin. Even bad marriages—especially bad marriages—have aftereffects. People do crazy things after a divorce, no matter how much they wanted to be free.”
“You sound as if you’re speaking from personal experience. What crazy things did you do?”
“None,” she said crisply.
Austin shook his head sadly. “What a shame—to be so repressed that you’ve forgotten how to let your hair down.”
“Attacking me doesn’t change the circumstances. It’s obvious just from the timing what happened to you—to say nothing of the fact that the relationship obviously wasn’t successful. You’re here, with your little girl, and her mother is—do you even know where?”
He said wryly, “I don’t have a forwarding address, no.”
“As I said, at least I learned my lesson.”
“Have you.” He didn’t intend it to be a question. “How is your mother, by the way?”
Paige looked wary. “She’s fine.”
“Still enjoying her invalidism, I suppose?”
“There’s nothing fictional about Mother’s disability.”
“Only about her dramatic way of coping with it.”
“I don’t have any idea why you would think I’m interested in your opinions about my mother, Austin.”
“Really? That’s just about the way I feel concerning your opinions about my life.”
She closed her eyes momentarily and he saw a flicker of pain in her face, as if the shaft had gone home.
“It’s ironic,” he mused, “that the woman who didn’t want to be married to me ends up as my hired wife.”
“But not for long.” Paige wiped off the counter and set the mugful of flowers to one side. “I’ve left a chicken casserole in the oven for you, and a salad in the refrigerator. Don’t worry, neither includes anything but healthy ingredients—the last thing Rent-A-Wife needs is a case of food poisoning laid at our door.”
Jennifer bounced down the hall and across the kitchen to fling herself against her father. “It’s exactly like my old room! It’s just like you promised!”
Over his daughter’s head, Austin met Paige’s eyes. “Thank you,” he said stiffly.
She shrugged. “Not me. Jennifer’s room was entirely Sabrina’s doing.” She washed her hands. “The grocery list you sent has been filled and everything stored away. And now that I’ve done all I can to make the place ready for you, I’ll get out of your way and leave the two of you to settle in.”
She brushed past him and picked up her coat from a kitchen chair. “Goodbye, Jennifer.” Her voice grew softer. “I hope you’ll learn to like Denver despite the cold.”
Then she was gone, through a back door Austin hadn’t even seen.
Jennifer stared after her. “Why did she go away?”
“Probably because she had other things to do right now.”
“Why did she sound like she’s never coming back?”
“Perhaps because she doesn’t intend to.”
“Oh. That must be because she doesn’t like you.” The child’s voice was matter-of-fact.
It wasn’t the first time that Jennifer’s precocious insight had set Austin back on his heels. Sometimes, he thought, she seemed to be five years old going on thirty—both perceptive and acute.
And even more dead on target than Paige had been, as she’d so curtly diagnosed his weaknesses. Paige, he thought, had missed the mark in a couple of critical areas.
He’d made his share of bad choices, just as she’d deduced, and he wouldn’t deny it. But not everything he’d done in the months after their divorce had fallen into the category of things to be regretted.
Take Jennifer, for example. She had been anything but a bad choice.
Why, Paige asked herself miserably, had she let herself be drawn into that insane discussion? Why had she allowed herself to voice her opinions at all? And why had she left herself open to that cutting remark about his lack of interest in what she thought of him?
She could have simply refused to take part in the whole conversation. She could have maintained a cool silence. She could at least have avoided any mention of Jennifer’s mother.
But no—she’d had to go behave like a shrew. Not that she didn’t have some cause; Austin must have taken up with the woman practically before the ink on the divorce decree was dry, to have a child who was almost six. And it wasn’t much comfort to tell herself that many men wouldn’t have waited even that long; for all she knew, Austin hadn’t waited, either. Though Paige hadn’t so much as suspected the existence of another woman at the time, perhaps he had just been very careful, very lucky at keeping a double life under wraps—
“At this rate,” she said aloud, “you’re going to drive yourself nuts over something that happened years ago and has no significance now. So cut it out.”
Paige took a deep breath and tried to clear her mind as she steered the minivan out into rush-hour traffic.
At least, she reminded herself, the first and most difficult encounter was over. And now that Austin knew about her, he’d no doubt be every bit as careful to avoid another runin as Paige intended to be.
Her cell phone rang, and she took advantage of a red light to dig it out of her leather tote bag.
Sabrina said, “When are you going to be leaving Austin’s apartment?”
“I’m headed for home right now. Why?”
“Can you stop by Caleb’s house? It’s practically on your way.”
“My mother will be expecting me.”
“Fifteen minutes,” Sabrina wheedled. “That’s all. I picked up your bridesmaid’s dress from the shop this afternoon, because I figured if you were ever going to have time to try it on, it wouldn’t be during regular business hours.”
Paige tried to smother a sigh. Right now, with every inch of her body still smarting from Austin’s words, she didn’t want to face either of her partners. She just wanted to go home and…
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