conŹtinued to hold court at the bar, surrounded by men of all shapes and sizes, with her husband nearby. She seemed to be drinking heavily, and Jennifer absorbed this information with trepidation. A sober Sheila was tough enough to handle. She didn’t even want to think about how difficult a drunk Sheila might be.
She allowed herself to be drawn back into the conversation at hand before beginning her search once again. She wasn’t sure if she spotted the white-blond hair or the bright-blue eyes first. She was only aware of the breath that caught in her throat as she found Heather’s eyes on hers from the farthest corŹner of the room.
My god, she’s gorgeous. Jen was struck once again by the other woman’s beauty. She was completely caught off guard and surprised at the way her heart thumped in her chest as Heather tilted her head and smiled in acknowledgment. Jen found herself smiling in return and she lifted her glass in salute. They continued to stare, eyes unwavering, and familiar strings tugged at Jennifer’s heart. She tried without success to stifle the grin that spread across her face.
She wasn’t sure whether she imagined that Heather was flirting with her, even at this distance. Her eyes seemed to smolder not with lust or pasŹsion, but with something softer. A yearning of sorts. A heart-on-one’ s-sleeve kind of look.
She wasn’t imagining it, Jen told herself. Heather felt the attraction too. Without another thought, Jen waved Heather over.
She tried to appear interested in the conversation around her, but her senses were centered on the blond head that was weaving its way through the throngs of people.
As Heather approached, Jennifer found herself unable to focus on anything else. Heather moved gracefully, the folds of her long white dress caressing tanned calves with each step. The sleeveless dress exposed smooth, slender arms and shoulders, its low cut exposing the hollow of her throat. White-blond hair was pulled back in a single French braid, disŹplaying high cheekbones. Aqua-blue eyes, wide, expressive, shy and then playful, met Jen’s with each step.
At last she was beside the sofa, gazing at Jennifer with a hesitant, teasing smile.
Jennifer realized she’d been holding her breath, and she exhaled slowly, recognizing the lightŹheadedness that came over her.
“You look absolutely stunning.” The words tumbled from her lips unchecked. Heather accepted the compliment easily before letting her eyes travel the length of the other woman’s body.
“You look awfully nice yourself,” she replied, and Jennifer was at once thankful that she’d allowed her sister to convince her to borrow the linen pantsuit she was wearing.
A round of greetings echoed as Lucy urged Heather to join them.
“I’m not intruding?”
“Of course not.” Jennifer found her voice and averted her eyes long enough to make room on the couch beside her. Jennifer became instantly focused on the knee that pressed lightly against her own.
“How long have you been here?” Aware of the many pairs of eyes around them, Jennifer tried to keep her voice light.
“Oh,” Heather cringed. “About an hour.”
“An hour? Why didn’t you come over sooner?”
Long lashes fluttered down. “Sometimes the old me rears its ugly head.” She forced a laugh. “I was feeling a little shy,” she admitted.
Jennifer saw a brief glimpse of the timid Heather of years ago. Then she was reminded of the short time left in the weekend, and she rushed to reassure her. “Don’t be shy.” She dropped her voice. “I’ve been waiting for you all evening. I couldn’t wait to see you again.” She stopped herself abruptly, realizing that she was saying more than she’d intended.
Heather leaned closer, the palm of her hand pressŹing lightly on Jen’s knee. “You mean my confession didn’t scare you off?” she whispered, her lips just barely brushing Jennifer’s ear.
Jen laughed as a tingle shot up her
She allowed herself to be drawn back into the conversation at hand before beginning her search once again. She wasn’t sure if she spotted the white-blond hair or the bright-blue eyes first. She was only aware of the breath that caught in her throat as she found Heather’s eyes on hers from the farthest corŹner of the room.
My god, she’s gorgeous. Jen was struck once again by the other woman’s beauty. She was completely caught off guard and surprised at the way her heart thumped in her chest as Heather tilted her head and smiled in acknowledgment. Jen found herself smiling in return and she lifted her glass in salute. They continued to stare, eyes unwavering, and familiar strings tugged at Jennifer’s heart. She tried without success to stifle the grin that spread across her face.
She wasn’t sure whether she imagined that Heather was flirting with her, even at this distance. Her eyes seemed to smolder not with lust or pasŹsion, but with something softer. A yearning of sorts. A heart-on-one’ s-sleeve kind of look.
She wasn’t imagining it, Jen told herself. Heather felt the attraction too. Without another thought, Jen waved Heather over.
She tried to appear interested in the conversation around her, but her senses were centered on the blond head that was weaving its way through the throngs of people.
As Heather approached, Jennifer found herself unable to focus on anything else. Heather moved gracefully, the folds of her long white dress caressing tanned calves with each step. The sleeveless dress exposed smooth, slender arms and shoulders, its low cut exposing the hollow of her throat. White-blond hair was pulled back in a single French braid, disŹplaying high cheekbones. Aqua-blue eyes, wide, expressive, shy and then playful, met Jen’s with each step.
At last she was beside the sofa, gazing at Jennifer with a hesitant, teasing smile.
Jennifer realized she’d been holding her breath, and she exhaled slowly, recognizing the lightŹheadedness that came over her.
“You look absolutely stunning.” The words tumbled from her lips unchecked. Heather accepted the compliment easily before letting her eyes travel the length of the other woman’s body.
“You look awfully nice yourself,” she replied, and Jennifer was at once thankful that she’d allowed her sister to convince her to borrow the linen pantsuit she was wearing.
A round of greetings echoed as Lucy urged Heather to join them.
“I’m not intruding?”
“Of course not.” Jennifer found her voice and averted her eyes long enough to make room on the couch beside her. Jennifer became instantly focused on the knee that pressed lightly against her own.
“How long have you been here?” Aware of the many pairs of eyes around them, Jennifer tried to keep her voice light.
“Oh,” Heather cringed. “About an hour.”
“An hour? Why didn’t you come over sooner?”
Long lashes fluttered down. “Sometimes the old me rears its ugly head.” She forced a laugh. “I was feeling a little shy,” she admitted.
Jennifer saw a brief glimpse of the timid Heather of years ago. Then she was reminded of the short time left in the weekend, and she rushed to reassure her. “Don’t be shy.” She dropped her voice. “I’ve been waiting for you all evening. I couldn’t wait to see you again.” She stopped herself abruptly, realizing that she was saying more than she’d intended.
Heather leaned closer, the palm of her hand pressŹing lightly on Jen’s knee. “You mean my confession didn’t scare you off?” she whispered, her lips just barely brushing Jennifer’s ear.
Jen laughed as a tingle shot up her
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