direction.
She handed the bowl down to Matt, who responded with a pleased smile. Then jumped, nearly spilling the entire pile. âYou moron! Throw to first ! How hard is that?â
âHey . . . did I get you guys at a bad time?â Suzanne sounded concerned.
âMattâs just yelling at the TV. Red Sox are playing the Yankees. You know how that is.â Lucy was amused. She and Matt rarely argued. In fact, she couldnât remember the last time.
âWait a second, if you have time to watch grown men run around a field chasing a little ball, I donât understand why you canât find the time to support a friend in a courageous adventure. And maybe even get to see Heath OâHara running on the beach . . . with his shirt off,â she added for good measure.
Lucy had returned to the kitchen to make her coffee.
She had to laugh. âI thought we were going to meet all the movie stars Thursday night.â
âJennifer never said Heath was in that scene. She only mentioned Trina. He might not even be there Thursday.â Suzanne had obviously given the question careful consideration.
âHe might not be there tomorrow, either.â Lucy couldnât resist playing devilâs advocate.
âIâm willing to take my chances. I thought youâd be excited about the idea. Iâm not going to force you.â Suzanne suddenly sounded distracted, as if she didnât care one way or the other.
Another technique her pal had learned in some sales seminar, Lucy suspected. But she allowed herself to fall for it anyway.
âOkay, you got me. What time did you say again?â
âIâll pick you up at ten. Youâll have plenty of time to work in the afternoon. Since you donât have a herd of children invading the house, asking for snacks, help with homework, and needing to be driven to the ends of the Earth and back,â she added dryly.
Lucy ignored this obvious bid for sympathy. Suzanne groused at times, but totally adored her Mom routine, often moaning that her brood was growing up too quickly.
âWhatâs your excuse for going over there again?â
âThe addendum from the insurance company finally came and I have to drop it off for Lyle. A totally valid reason,â she insisted.
Lucy guessed that this document could be emailed to the location manager in seconds. But she didnât bother with further debate. Suzanne was right. Why put up such a fuss about meeting Heath OâHara? She might not get another chance.
âGuess I need to get up early. To wash my hair and work on a good outfit.â
âThatâs the spirit, Lu. I knew youâd see reason if I worked on you long enough.â Suzanne sounded cheered by Lucyâs change in attitude.
Lucy had returned to the TV room, where she found Matt slumped back on the sofa, looking forlorn. The Yankees were ahead three runs. Most of the popcorn had spilled and the dogs were happily grazing.
âSee you tomorrow. And donât chicken out on me. Iâll never forgive you,â Suzanne warned in a solemn tone.
Lucy knew her friend was only kidding. Under her brassy, sassy persona, Suzanne was loving mush. Though her temper might flare, she was always the first to forgive and forget.
âDonât worry, I wonât chicken out. See you at ten.â Lucy flopped onto the other end of the sofa and put her phone aside.
âWho are you not chickening out on?â Matt smiled at her curiously.
Lucy shrugged. She was embarrassed to admit that she was joining Suzanne on this star-stalking scheme. They were almost as bad as the nutcase whoâd left the roses for Jennifer Todd.
âOh . . . nothing.â She quickly sensed he was not satisfied with that answer. âHey, how did the Sox fall behind like that? Thatâs not good.â
âError in the outfield. Weâll catch up . . . and youâre trying to change the