head.
Their suggestions to Georgine ran from the ridiculous from Lucy:
“You could take an ad in the personal column like: Wanted: good-looking man between the ages of twenty-five and forty, must be fantastic dancer.” To Micki she confided, “Georgine would rather dance than eat.”
To the outrageous from Jennell:
“You could always station yourself on the boardwalk and smile sweetly at all the better-looking men. Of course,” she drawled heavily, “you’d have no idea which ones could dance. But then, look at all the fun you could have teaching them.”
“The way my luck’s been running,” Georgine grinned, “if I took a newspaper ad I’d only get replies from the uglies and the crazies.” The grin grew wider and her eyes sparkled impishly. “And if I stationed myself on the boardwalk, I’d probably wind up with my fanny in the canny.”
A smile teased Micki’s lips as she drove home that evening. She had enjoyed the dinner and the company very much. They had lingered, laughing over their coffee until the arch look of the proprietor sent them, still laughing, out of the restaurant.
The three women had insisted on escorting Micki to her car, where they stood talking for an additional twenty minutes. By the time Micki drove her car off the parking lot she felt as if she’d known them all her life.
She’d had a good time, she told herself as she drove the car up the driveway of her father’s house, a very good time. She had hardly thought about Wolf all evening, she realized as her fingers turned the key, shutting off the engine. Well, she mentally qualified, she hadn’t thought about him too often, she admitted as she pulled on the hand brake. So, okay, he’d been in her thoughts constantly, she finally confessed disgustedly as she swung out of the car and headed for the kitchen door. But she had enjoyed her day and her evening.
“That you, princess?” her father called as she closed the door.
“No,” Micki called back. “I’m a burglar, I’ve come for the silver.”
“Good luck,” he laughed. “We are strictly a stainless steel family.”
“Well, in that case, I guess I’ll go back to being the princess.” Micki smiled, entering the living room. “At least I’ll have a title, even if there is no silver to inherit.”
“Hi, honey.” Although her father smiled, one brow went up in question. “Did you forget you had a date this evening?”
“A date?”
Even with the sudden acceleration of her pulse, Micki had somehow managed to keep her tone innocent.
“With Wolf Renninger,” Bruce prompted gently, then he winced. “I wouldn’t say he was exactly happy when I told him you weren’t here.” He paused, his eyes narrowing in thought. “I had the oddest feeling that I’d gone through the same thing before.” A frown leveled his brows. “What are you up to, young lady?”
“I—I’m not up to anything,” Micki murmured nervously. She hated deceiving her father, yet she couldn’t bring herself to confide in him. “I got caught up in the business of the shop and when the shop manager asked me to join her and the two women who work in the store, I accepted. I simply forgot I’d made the date with Wolf.”
Micki wet her dry lips, trying not to see the sharp-eyed glance Regina gave her. Her father’s memory might be a little cloudy, but Regina’s certainly wasn’t.
“Wolf has called twice in the last hour,” Regina supplied quietly. “He seemed to be becoming angrier every time I had to tell him you hadn’t come home yet.”
“I think if the phone rings you had better answer it,” Bruce advised. “You forgot the date and you can apologize your way out of it.”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. Micki’s body jerked as though someone had touched a live wire to her.
“Go to it, girl.” Her father flipped his hand in the direction of the front door. “I think there’s little doubt who that is.” He stood up, his hand
Their suggestions to Georgine ran from the ridiculous from Lucy:
“You could take an ad in the personal column like: Wanted: good-looking man between the ages of twenty-five and forty, must be fantastic dancer.” To Micki she confided, “Georgine would rather dance than eat.”
To the outrageous from Jennell:
“You could always station yourself on the boardwalk and smile sweetly at all the better-looking men. Of course,” she drawled heavily, “you’d have no idea which ones could dance. But then, look at all the fun you could have teaching them.”
“The way my luck’s been running,” Georgine grinned, “if I took a newspaper ad I’d only get replies from the uglies and the crazies.” The grin grew wider and her eyes sparkled impishly. “And if I stationed myself on the boardwalk, I’d probably wind up with my fanny in the canny.”
A smile teased Micki’s lips as she drove home that evening. She had enjoyed the dinner and the company very much. They had lingered, laughing over their coffee until the arch look of the proprietor sent them, still laughing, out of the restaurant.
The three women had insisted on escorting Micki to her car, where they stood talking for an additional twenty minutes. By the time Micki drove her car off the parking lot she felt as if she’d known them all her life.
She’d had a good time, she told herself as she drove the car up the driveway of her father’s house, a very good time. She had hardly thought about Wolf all evening, she realized as her fingers turned the key, shutting off the engine. Well, she mentally qualified, she hadn’t thought about him too often, she admitted as she pulled on the hand brake. So, okay, he’d been in her thoughts constantly, she finally confessed disgustedly as she swung out of the car and headed for the kitchen door. But she had enjoyed her day and her evening.
“That you, princess?” her father called as she closed the door.
“No,” Micki called back. “I’m a burglar, I’ve come for the silver.”
“Good luck,” he laughed. “We are strictly a stainless steel family.”
“Well, in that case, I guess I’ll go back to being the princess.” Micki smiled, entering the living room. “At least I’ll have a title, even if there is no silver to inherit.”
“Hi, honey.” Although her father smiled, one brow went up in question. “Did you forget you had a date this evening?”
“A date?”
Even with the sudden acceleration of her pulse, Micki had somehow managed to keep her tone innocent.
“With Wolf Renninger,” Bruce prompted gently, then he winced. “I wouldn’t say he was exactly happy when I told him you weren’t here.” He paused, his eyes narrowing in thought. “I had the oddest feeling that I’d gone through the same thing before.” A frown leveled his brows. “What are you up to, young lady?”
“I—I’m not up to anything,” Micki murmured nervously. She hated deceiving her father, yet she couldn’t bring herself to confide in him. “I got caught up in the business of the shop and when the shop manager asked me to join her and the two women who work in the store, I accepted. I simply forgot I’d made the date with Wolf.”
Micki wet her dry lips, trying not to see the sharp-eyed glance Regina gave her. Her father’s memory might be a little cloudy, but Regina’s certainly wasn’t.
“Wolf has called twice in the last hour,” Regina supplied quietly. “He seemed to be becoming angrier every time I had to tell him you hadn’t come home yet.”
“I think if the phone rings you had better answer it,” Bruce advised. “You forgot the date and you can apologize your way out of it.”
The words were no sooner out of his mouth when the doorbell rang. Micki’s body jerked as though someone had touched a live wire to her.
“Go to it, girl.” Her father flipped his hand in the direction of the front door. “I think there’s little doubt who that is.” He stood up, his hand
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