Free Jayne Ann Krentz Dreams, Part 1 Harlequin Temptation, No. 229 by Unknown

his head and he was wiping his hands on an
    oily cloth. There was a hopeful smile on his face as he joined Colby.
    “Can’t complain,“ Eddy said. “Been waitin’ for you to come into town this morning. How about havin’ that beer
    you and I talked about?“
    Colby sighed inwardly but told himself he really couldn’t put it off any longer. Twenty years was a long time but he
    couldn’t ever forget that Spooner had once been the closest thing to a friend he’d ever had in Fulbrook Corners.
    “Sure, Eddy. Sounds good.“
    “Come on out to the house this evening. I get off work at five.“
    The last thing Colby wanted to do was waste an evening drinking with Eddy Spooner. He had far more interesting
    plans for tonight. “Uh, I’m busy this evening, Eddy.“
    “That Prentice broad, huh? Can’t say I blame you. She looks real slick. Real cool in those fancy clothes, but I bet
    she’s probably a real hot piece of…“
    “Don’t say it, Spooner.“
    Spooner blinked at the blunt warning. Then his grin widened and he held up both hands in a placating gesture.
    “Okay, okay, I get the picture. No offense. So, when do you want to get together for the beer? We got a lot to talk
    about, old buddy. Tomorrow’s my day off.“
    He’d better set a time and get it over with, Colby decided. “Right. Let’s make it tomorrow. I work in the mornings. Ill
    come out to your place in the afternoon. I’ll bring the beer. That work for you?“
    “Sure, Colby. That’ll work just fine,“ Spooner agreed happily. “See ya.“
    “Sure.“ Colby watched Spooner make his way back across the street. Everyone in town had said Eddy Spooner
    wouldn’t amount to much. They’d said the same thing about Colby Savagar.
    They’d been wrong about Colby, and it looked like Eddy was at least managing to hold down a full-time job so
    maybe they’d been wrong about him, too. It was obvious Spooner wasn’t drawing an executive salary, but he wasn’t
    on welfare, either. Good for him.
    Served the bastards right to be proven wrong. Neither Colby nor Spooner had wound up in jail or living on the
    streets despite all the predictions.
    That kind of shared past produced a bond of sorts. He’d have that beer with Eddy Spooner. Maybe a couple of
    beers.
    Diana was waiting for him inside the post office. She was just dropping a handful of letters into her big leather
    shoulder bag. Colby tried to see some of the return addresses, but he couldn’t get a close enough look.
    “Hi, honey,“ he said walking straight up to her and kissing her full on the mouth in front of Bernice and a cluster of
    post office patrons. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this.“
    Diana’s cheeks turned a soft pink. She knew what he was doing. He was establishing a very obvious claim on her.
    If there was anyone left in town who wasn’t aware that Colby Savagar was probably sleeping with that Portland
    woman who’d taken the Martin place for the summer, he would certainly know it by this afternoon. Colby was satisfied
    with the faint blush that bloomed in his victim’s cheeks. He grinned.
    “Hello, Colby,“ Diana said with deceptively bland politeness. “How are you this morning?“
    “Take a guess,“ he invited, deliberately lacing the words with sensual satisfaction as he walked to the counter. “Hi,
    Bernice. Anything for me?“
    “Right here, Colby.“ Bernice hastened to hand him a long white envelope that bore his agent’s return address.
    A check. Colby wondered if he’d ever get over the sense of amazed exhilaration he experienced when someone
    actually paid him real money for a book.
    “You’re in luck, Diana.“ Colby waved the envelope at her. “I think I can afford to feed you tonight.“ He started
    toward her with a wide grin and then halted abruptly as the post office doors swung inward, admitting two newcomers.
    “Hi, Dad.“
    “Brandon.“ Colby stared at the lean, dark-haired, brown-eyed young man in the doorway. His son was the