Free The Postman Always Purls Twice by Anne Canadeo Page B

subject. This must be good.”
    That was the trouble with Matt. He could always see right through her. Lucy gave up and decided to divulge the silly plan.
    â€œSuzanne has to drop off some papers at the movie set, and she asked me to come with her.”
    â€œSounds like fun.” Matt looked back at the TV. “I thought you were all going on the set Thursday night.”
    â€œWe are. But Heath O’Hara might not be there then. Suzanne is very concerned about that. She hopes she can catch a glimpse of him tomorrow.”
    Running on the beach, with his shirt off, was her friend’s exact fantasy. But Lucy didn’t bother to admit those details.
    â€œHow about you? Are you hoping to catch a glimpse of him, too?” Matt grinned, echoing her nonchalant tone.
    â€œHoney . . . why would I look twice at Heath O’Hara, when I have you?” Lucy took a sip of coffee, hiding behind the rim of her mug.
    Matt laughed and then, to her surprise, slid across the cushions and loomed over her. “Good. That was the A answer.”
    â€œI didn’t know it was a test.”
    He took the cup from her hands and put it aside. “It was. But I still might have to tag along tomorrow. I’m not sure I should let you near that handsome, millionaire heartthrob all alone. You might sweep him off his feet.”
    Lucy laughed out loud. Matt had both his arms around her so that she was captured. Lovingly captured. She lifted her hands and touched his face. “That’s sweet. But the only way I could sweep Heath O’Hara off his feet is with a broom.”
    Matt smiled and kissed her nose. “Not true. I fell for you at first sight . . . Or maybe you did have a broom with you? I can’t remember now.”
    Lucy had a feeling he recalled their first meeting better than that; the fateful day she’d brought her dog to Matt’s veterinary practice. She remembered. Every last detail.
    He gazed into her eyes, then pulled her closer as their lips met in a deep, warm kiss. While Lucy wiggled around to stretch out next to him, Matt leaned over and shut the light . . . and then clicked off the TV.
    â€œWow, you’re missing the game for me?” Lucy teased him, kissing his ear. “That is passion.”
    â€œAbsolutely. I just want to remind you that I know I’m a lucky guy. Luckier than Heath O’Hara any day of the week.”
    Lucy was more than satisfied with that explanation. She thought she was pretty lucky, too.
    She didn’t have another thought about movie stars, either, and vaguely wondered now why she’d even agreed to join Suzanne.

    Suzanne’s SUV pulled into the driveway promptly. Lucy was ready and waiting, wearing good jeans, a long, smoky-blue cardigan, and a scarf she’d made from very fine yarn in hues of blue, gray, and purple.
    â€œHey, you look great. Nice work on the hair,” Suzanne complimented her as she backed out of the driveway and onto the road in one smooth move. “You hardly ever wear it down like that.”
    â€œIt’s a pain to dry it. But this is a special occasion.”
    â€œAbsolutely. I tried to get a wash-and-blow with my hairdresser this morning, but the salon wasn’t open yet.”
    Lucy laughed at Suzanne’s concern. “Don’t be silly, you look great. I love that outfit.”
    Suzanne had dressed in a gray wool suit with a tailored silk blouse underneath, a vibrant shade of pink with small cream-colored polka dots. Large gold earrings and a chunk bracelet said successful realtor, Lucy thought.
    â€œThanks. It’s my ‘closing outfit.’ Is the blouse too much?”
    The blouse was definitely bright. But if anyone could pull it off, it had to be Suzanne. “It suits you.”
    â€œDumb, right? We might not even see Heath O’Hara. Even if we do, what would I do? What would I say?”
    Lucy wasn’t sure if Suzanne was asking for