he felt her eyes studying him. âOf course, that could all change in a momentâs notice,â she said. âWe neverknow when weâre going to meet that special someone that tips us right over the edge.â
âI guess not,â Steven said. She was so young, so naive, so painfully innocent. Still believing in that dream, still waiting for true love to tip her over the edge. But no boyfriend? That surprised him, given her natural beauty and lively personality, though he did understand about the rigors of law school. Heâd spent all his time immersed in textbooks, struggling to make passing grades. Dating had been the farthest thing from his mind. He glanced at her briefly before focusing his attention back on the road. Her features were soft in the dusky light, her eyes dark, mysterious hollows in the milky paleness of her face.
âWhenever I see an old couple strolling along, holding hands, I know that someday I want to have a relationship like that,â she said, looking out the side window. âI want to be holding my husbandâs hand when Iâm eighty years old, and still thinking of him as my lover and my best friend.â She was quiet for a few moments and then he felt her eyes on him again. âI learned a lot today, Steven,â she said softly. âThank you for your patience with me.â
W HEN S TEVEN PULLED UP in front of Mollyâs apartment building, her heart rate accelerated with anxiety. Their time together was rapidly running out and in spite of her attempts to reach a deeper level of communication with him, he had remained impersonally friendly. She felt vulnerable and foolish for confiding her feelings about true love, yet in spite of Stevenâs maddening reticence, she found him very easy to talk to. She only wished hewould reveal a little more of himself, and show a lot more interest in her. But unless he suddenly opened up in a big hurry, it seemed their nonexistent relationship was about to come to an abrupt end.
âWould you like to come in?â she said, a clumsy shyness nearly overwhelming her ability to speak. âI owe you a meal, and Iâm a great cook, especially if you like boiled cabbage. You could admire my original Remington print while I prepare you an authentic Irish supper.â
âThanks for the offer, but Iâll have to take a rain check,â Steven responded. âItâs getting late, and tomorrowâs a working day for the both of us.â He climbed out of the Jeep, opened her door, and took her hand to help her out, something no man had ever done before and heâd already done twice. He walked her up the flight of stairs and when she fumbled with the key, fingers trembling with nervousness, he took it from her, opened the door, and handed it back without a word.
She hesitated in the doorway, desperately trying to think of a way to keep this from being a forever goodbye. Was it possible that love at first sight could happen to one person, while the other remained indifferent? Was it possible that Steven didnât feel any of that special chemistry that flowed between them at all? âThank you for the ice-cream cone.â
âYouâre very welcome.â
Another painful pause. âIf I canât convince you to come inside with promises of boiled cabbage and Remington prints, I guess this is good night, Steven Young Bear.â She hoped on the one hand that she didnât sound as desperate as she felt, and on the other that he would sweep her into his arms and kiss her breathless.
âGood night, Molly Ferguson,â he said as he turned away.
âWait,â she said, taking an involuntary step after him and damning herself even as she did. âArenât you going to ask what my thoughts are about New Millennium Mining after todayâs field trip?â
He paused, glancing back. âI know what they are.â
âButâ¦â She floundered in another wave of