man had left her breathless?
Holding on to the railing, she took the last few steps to the porch and politely waited for him to open the screen door. As they went inside and toward the kitchen, he asked again, âWhat about that job?â
Oh, yeah. The reason sheâd tripped in the first place. Sheâd thought no one in her world besides LoLo Baxter knew she didnât work at the bank anymore. She hadnât exactly lied to LoLo, unless omission counted. She just hadnât said the words: I got fired.
Now LoLo and Dalton knew something about her that her girls didnât know. Discomfort crept along her spine, and with deliberation she turned the question back on Dalton. âHow do you know Iâm not working there?â Then: âHave you been checking up on me?â
His sun-dark skin reddened all the way to the tips of his ears. âI went in to take care of some business, and some guy was at your desk. Thatâs all.â
Oh, God, he really had checked up on her. Sheâd just been teasing, but if he hadnât, thereâd be no reason for his whoops-got-caught reaction. Heâd gone to the bank with the expectation of seeing her. Now her own skin was reddening, and she knew from experience that blushing wasnât a good look for her. Suddenly anxious to jump in her car and drive like her hair were on fire, she fumbled with putting the camera in its bag and snatching up her purse.
âLifeâs too short to work at a job you hate.â She flashed a smile that was as phony as she was and hastily started back the way theyâd just come. âLike I said, I appreciate everything, but Iâve kept you long enough. If I got any fabulous pictures of your animals, Iâll let you know. Thanks for everything.â
He stopped at the porchâshe felt the instant the distance between them widenedâthen waited until she was at her car to speak. âHey, Jessy.â
Startled, she looked up. Was that the first time heâd used her name? Then the realist inside her spoke up. So what? Itâs a name. Even that old hag of a supervisor, Mrs. Dauterive, called you by name. Doesnât mean a damn thing.
Dalton shifted as if he regretted stopping her, dragged his fingers through his hair, then, with an almost belligerent tone, asked, âYou want to have dinner tomorrow night?â
Realist Jessy: Oh, no no no. He knows you, Jessy, and you cannot handle a man who knows you. Even Aaron didnât know the real you. Besides, he was a one-night stand like all the others. You go out on a date with a one-night stand, youâre looking at a relationship.
And after Aaron, she didnât deserve a chance at another relationship.
But Dalton was awfully handsome, and she was a sucker for handsome. And he was lonely, and she related to that. And he was aware of her flawsâsome, at leastâand willing to see her again in spite of them.
Before she could say the right thing, she blurted out the totally wrong one. âSure. Want to meet in town?â
âSix thirty?â He waited for her nod. âIâll pick you up.â
âOkay.â She gave him her address with an unsteady smile, and her hand trembled as she waved before sliding into the car. That wasnât anticipation twirling in her stomach. It wasnât a bit of a thrill over the prospect of her first date since she and Aaron had gotten married, and it certainly wasnât pleasure at the thought of seeing Dalton again.
She told herself that all the way back to the paved road, but she didnât manage to believe it.
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Ben shifted in the wicker chair. Heâd been at the house longer than heâd intended and hadnât come face to face with his mother yet. He couldnât deny sitting on the porch with Lucy was a much more pleasant way to spend the day than listening to Patriciaâs self-centered me me me . Granted, she had a reason now to lock in on