him the first casserole, so I get next dibs on him.”
“But Breanna’s already married!” Betty objected.
“So? He’s a loser. Do you know what the man does for a living?”
In unison, they all answered, “Nothing.”
“And he beats her all the time,” Frieda added.
“At poker!” Stacy interjected. “That’s different.”
Frieda sniffed. “Is not. She’s into hock to him for thousands. He keeps a tab going.”
“Well, I guess we’re not going to agree on who the best woman is for this man,” Nita said. “So it’s going to be a free-for-all.”
As they all stormed toward the door, Stacy yelled, “He’s gay! Really, he’s gay!”
The only person who heard her was Ricky, who was standing in the doorway with a perplexed look on his face.
“YOU HAVE a big problem,” Stacy announced when Barrett opened the door.
As if in response, a hank of his blond hair fell over his forehead. He pushed it back and stepped aside to let her in. “I do?” She was wearing white leggings and a red tank top that revealed an interesting slice of flesh at abdomen level.
Weasel Boy walked in with her and strained at his leash to get to Barrett. After he made some choking sounds, Stacy let go of the leash. He made a beeline to Barrett.
Her nose wrinkled. “What is that smell?”
He referenced the index card with heating instructions on it. “The Tater Tot casserole.”
“I remember it. Ground beef, cream of mushroom soup, onion-flavored Tater Tots, all thrown in a dish and topped with cheese. Grossville. It was a good side benefit of the canned-food party, no casseroles.”
Barrett realized he was paying way too much attention to her mouth and shifted his gaze to her eyes. Chocolate syrup eyes. He loved chocolate syrup. “Canned-food party?”
Stacy sauntered into the kitchen and opened the oven door. She quickly closed it with a grimace. “We’re having one this Saturday at lunch. Granny started the monthly potluck parties to foster community spirit. So, do you want to know why you’re in trouble or not?”
He could think of a few reasons, like his preoccupation with her mouth and her spandex. “Maybe you’d better tell me.”
“The women around here seem to think you need a lady in your life.”
He surveyed her, from the way the tip of her ear peeked out of her brown hair down the skintight workout outfit and her sneakers with the little red balls at the ends of the laces. “Tree snails,” he said. “I mean, I have to study the tree snails.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Definitely not.”
She was tracing her finger along the edge of a plate, following the curves of the flowers. “Is the reason you’re afraid—don’t feel comfortable with romance because of your parents?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “How did you know about—”
“There are no secrets in Sunset City.”
“That’s right, you did mention that. That’s not the singular reason, though it was painful to watch them try to communicate. I just haven’t met a woman who makes me want to understand…well, women. And relationships. I’ve come to the conclusion that I never will. The women I work with share my interests but don’t inspire me. Whenever I’m physically attracted to a woman outside my peer group, I tend to send her into sporadic boredom when I talk about my work. I have, in fact, sent you into a near comatose state twice already.”
She waved that away. “But only for a few seconds. Otherwise, I’ve been quite aroused—aware—I haven’t been bored,” she finished quickly.
He found himself smiling at the news that he hadn’t bored her. “I’m glad I’ve aroused you.”
She started coughing, then cleared her throat. “So, any moment now a flock of women is going to descend on you. They think you need a woman in your life. And they also think they know best. We need a game plan, a defensive position.”
He cleared enough of the paperwork off the table to set down plates. “Defensive?”
“Football speak. Go Miami Dolphins! I don’t suppose you…” She shook her head. “Nah, you don’t look like much of a football fan.”
“I’ve seen fans in hotel lounges before, groaning and yelling at the players on the television. It seems like a lot of energy to expend on something you can’t influence.”
“But it’s fun.”
“They seem to be in agony.”
“Well, yeah, but we’re also in ecstasy. When a running back sweeps around the end, breaking beastly tackles along the way to the end zone. When a wide receiver catches a pass while he’s sprinting down the sidelines and beats the last tackle, he’s going for the touchdown, he’s going for the touchdown…and score!” She blinked. “Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve seen a good pass. Ah, so, anyway, we need a defensive position. What you need is a girlfriend.”
“But I thought the whole point was that I don’t need a girlfriend.”
“Ah, but the point is you need a fake girlfriend. If they think you’re otherwise engaged, they’ll leave you alone so you can get your project done. I’m willing to step in and help you out.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Sure.”
“That’s awfully nice of you.”
“I’m a nice person. And I know how important your project is.”
The prospect had him smiling for some reason. It must be because he’d get some peace and quiet. “Thank you.”
The oven timer dinged, and he took out the steaming casserole dish and set it on a hot pad on the counter. She poured two glasses of water. Then she spooned a bit of the casserole onto a smaller plate and set it on the floor.
“Here you go, Weasel Boy.”
“So he’s staying the night with you?” he asked as he scooped the aromatic food onto their plates.
She batted her eyelashes at him. “Unless you’d like to keep him.”
“Er, no.”
She pointed to the dog, who had already slurped up the food and was sitting next to Barrett’s bare feet. “You can’t tell me you’re afraid of that?”
“I’m not afraid.”
“All right, you can’t tell me you’re uncomfortable with that harmless little thing.”
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