couple out. Warren was being the perfect gentleman, it seemed; whatever he was doing had Angelique smiling for all she was worth and looking even more radiant
Just to be on the safe side, he decided to trail along to the afterglow, not caring a bit that he was probably making a jackass out of himself. He managed to maintain a modicum of dignity by being at least sociable enough to speak to people he knew, to look like his normal affable and charming self to everyone except Warren and Angelique. But when he wasn’t exchanging greetings and smiling at old friends and business acquaintances, his eyes were glued to them. In his entire life he’d never lost control like this and he had no idea why he’d done it tonight. Other than the fact that his little Evilene was the most captivating woman in the room, he had no reason to behave like this, none whatsoever.
Get a grip, get a grip! What’s wrong with you, man, you act like you’ve never seen her before in your life! Donnie berated himself and tried to regain some ground in the maturity department, but it seemed to be impossible. Being seated across from her and Warren was driving him crazy. The whole idea behind him coming was to make sure she didn’t make a fool out of Warren, but every time her amazing lips turned up in a smile, he was the one who made a fool out of himself. He was about to cut his losses and leave when a pretty woman who looked vaguely familiar stopped at their table. After he and Warren both stood up to acknowledge the lady and Warren had made the introductions, Donnie was about to bid everyone good evening when Angelique invited the woman to sit with them, something he wou ld never have expected from her, never in a million years. Yet the two of them were chattering away like old friends. This evening was getting stranger and stranger.... He was jolted from his deep thoughts when the women decided to visit the ladies’ room, causing the two men to rise from their seats.
As the ladies left on their pilgrimage of sisterhood, Warren signaled the server for another round of drinks. Then he turned to Donnie with his thick brows knit together in total puzzlement. “Do you care to tell me why in the world you’re acting like her bodyguard? Why are you hanging around here with your cheeks full of wind? If you want her so bad, why don’t you ask her out, man, instead of trying to block my play?”
Donnie took a deep breath and looked Warren full in the face. “You’re the doctor, Warren, isn’t it obvious that I’ve lost my freakin’ mind? I told you that woman was dangerous. Now do you believe me?”
Warren looked at the despair on his friend’s face and burst out laughing. “Oh, man, Cochran, you have to know that I’m gonna be dogging you about this for years to come. You know this, right? I’m coming over this weekend, so knock the dust off the pool table and get some Coronas in the house. I’m going to enjoy this, man, I really am,” he said with an evil grin.
Donnie tried to change the subject because he knew Warren could keep up this kind of trash t alk all night if necessary. “So Warren, who’s the lady who just had to say hello to you? She’s kinda fine, where’ve you been keeping her?”
Warren got quiet for a moment “Lisette’s family owns Le Coeur de la Maison, the place that was decorating the house when Tracy and I were getting married. As a matter of fact Lisette was there when the engagement was called off, sort of.”
Donnie regretted bringing it up because he knew how devastated Warren had been over the breakup of his engagement. Surprisingly, though, Warren’s overcast expression cleared rapidly. “It was nice running into Lisette, though. She’s a sweet lady and very, very talented. You should see some of her work; she’s an amazing designer. I wish I’d had her finish the house, maybe it wouldn’t look like such a ba rn ,” he said reflectively.
“That’s something you should think about. Look,
Just to be on the safe side, he decided to trail along to the afterglow, not caring a bit that he was probably making a jackass out of himself. He managed to maintain a modicum of dignity by being at least sociable enough to speak to people he knew, to look like his normal affable and charming self to everyone except Warren and Angelique. But when he wasn’t exchanging greetings and smiling at old friends and business acquaintances, his eyes were glued to them. In his entire life he’d never lost control like this and he had no idea why he’d done it tonight. Other than the fact that his little Evilene was the most captivating woman in the room, he had no reason to behave like this, none whatsoever.
Get a grip, get a grip! What’s wrong with you, man, you act like you’ve never seen her before in your life! Donnie berated himself and tried to regain some ground in the maturity department, but it seemed to be impossible. Being seated across from her and Warren was driving him crazy. The whole idea behind him coming was to make sure she didn’t make a fool out of Warren, but every time her amazing lips turned up in a smile, he was the one who made a fool out of himself. He was about to cut his losses and leave when a pretty woman who looked vaguely familiar stopped at their table. After he and Warren both stood up to acknowledge the lady and Warren had made the introductions, Donnie was about to bid everyone good evening when Angelique invited the woman to sit with them, something he wou ld never have expected from her, never in a million years. Yet the two of them were chattering away like old friends. This evening was getting stranger and stranger.... He was jolted from his deep thoughts when the women decided to visit the ladies’ room, causing the two men to rise from their seats.
As the ladies left on their pilgrimage of sisterhood, Warren signaled the server for another round of drinks. Then he turned to Donnie with his thick brows knit together in total puzzlement. “Do you care to tell me why in the world you’re acting like her bodyguard? Why are you hanging around here with your cheeks full of wind? If you want her so bad, why don’t you ask her out, man, instead of trying to block my play?”
Donnie took a deep breath and looked Warren full in the face. “You’re the doctor, Warren, isn’t it obvious that I’ve lost my freakin’ mind? I told you that woman was dangerous. Now do you believe me?”
Warren looked at the despair on his friend’s face and burst out laughing. “Oh, man, Cochran, you have to know that I’m gonna be dogging you about this for years to come. You know this, right? I’m coming over this weekend, so knock the dust off the pool table and get some Coronas in the house. I’m going to enjoy this, man, I really am,” he said with an evil grin.
Donnie tried to change the subject because he knew Warren could keep up this kind of trash t alk all night if necessary. “So Warren, who’s the lady who just had to say hello to you? She’s kinda fine, where’ve you been keeping her?”
Warren got quiet for a moment “Lisette’s family owns Le Coeur de la Maison, the place that was decorating the house when Tracy and I were getting married. As a matter of fact Lisette was there when the engagement was called off, sort of.”
Donnie regretted bringing it up because he knew how devastated Warren had been over the breakup of his engagement. Surprisingly, though, Warren’s overcast expression cleared rapidly. “It was nice running into Lisette, though. She’s a sweet lady and very, very talented. You should see some of her work; she’s an amazing designer. I wish I’d had her finish the house, maybe it wouldn’t look like such a ba rn ,” he said reflectively.
“That’s something you should think about. Look,
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