fries as she watched him pack.
And John. She refused to think about John. The last time she’d seen him, he was walking out of her life so he could do his residency in New York. Without her. He got to move forward in his career in an exciting new location. She was left alone to mend a broken heart.
Meg frowned at her brother-in-law. “I’ll give you a pass this time because I know how frightening Suz is at the moment, but as soon as she has that kid, the gloves come off. If you ever set me up on a date again—”
“Will never happen.” He crossed his heart.
“I can’t believe this.” She walked to the kitchen and pushed open the swinging door. She stopped long enough to see Suzanna hiss as she touched a hot pan. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Obviously.”
Suzanna rubbed her burned fingers together. “I’m making lasagna.”
“And burning yourself.” Meg moved into the kitchen, letting the door close behind her. “Move.” Using a potholder to hold the pan, she picked up the utensil Suzanna had been using and finished cutting the pasta. “You said this was a dinner party. That entails guests. More than one.”
“It’s not so much a dinner party as just dinner.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “So I heard. I also heard that you’re setting me up on a date without me even knowing it.”
“It’s not a date. Did Steven say it was a date? Jeez.” She picked a piece of cheese off the lasagna and shoved it in her mouth. “It’s just dinner.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just wanted to, you know…” Suzanna turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
Meg opened a cabinet and pulled out four plates. “I told you, I am taking a dating hiatus. I don’t need a man in my life right now.”
“I’m glad you know that, but that doesn’t mean you have to be single forever either. How long has it been since that hippie dumped you for not respecting your digestive system?”
Picking up the utensil again, Meg chuckled. “Can we not talk about that? That was not my finest hour.”
“Hey, you’re the one who dated him.”
“He was cute in a bohemian kind of way. Oh, my God, he was fantastic in bed,” she added almost mournfully.
“And Zach?”
“Are you going to rehash every relationship I’ve ever had? Because you dated some real losers before you married Steven.”
“Right. So, um…”
Suzanna was trying to sound casual, but it made Meg instantly suspicious. She stopped severing the lasagna and turned to face her sister.
“What?” Meg demanded.
“Well, what…what about…John?”
Meg’s heart fell to her stomach like a boulder plummeting off the top of the Empire State Building, twisting into a tight knot and exploding in a million pieces. His blue eyes flashed through her mind. She recalled his dark hair as clearly as she remembered his hands on her as they made love, the way his hot breath rushed over her as he promised to love her forever. Then, as always, she remembered the day he’d walked out on her.
She cleared her throat and shook her head. “What about John?”
“Well…do you still think he was a mistake?”
“Why are we even talking about him? We’re talking about tonight. Are you, or are you not, trying set me up on a date?”
Suzanna looked at her. “No, I’m not. I’m…helping you…face some things.”
Meg creased her brow but trying to read between Suzanna’s lines these days was like trying to read instructions from IKEA. In Arabic. “What things?”
“You know…whenever John comes to visit, you stay, like, ten miles away until you are certain he is gone.”
“Because I don’t want to see him.”
“Yeah, but…remember, I told you he’s moving back to town? Eventually you’re going to have to face him and…I think the sooner you do that, the better it will be for all of us.”
Meg narrowed her eyes into slits as she glared. “Oh. My. God. If you tell me that Steven’s friend is
And John. She refused to think about John. The last time she’d seen him, he was walking out of her life so he could do his residency in New York. Without her. He got to move forward in his career in an exciting new location. She was left alone to mend a broken heart.
Meg frowned at her brother-in-law. “I’ll give you a pass this time because I know how frightening Suz is at the moment, but as soon as she has that kid, the gloves come off. If you ever set me up on a date again—”
“Will never happen.” He crossed his heart.
“I can’t believe this.” She walked to the kitchen and pushed open the swinging door. She stopped long enough to see Suzanna hiss as she touched a hot pan. “What do you think you are doing?”
“Oh, hey. I didn’t hear you come in.”
“Obviously.”
Suzanna rubbed her burned fingers together. “I’m making lasagna.”
“And burning yourself.” Meg moved into the kitchen, letting the door close behind her. “Move.” Using a potholder to hold the pan, she picked up the utensil Suzanna had been using and finished cutting the pasta. “You said this was a dinner party. That entails guests. More than one.”
“It’s not so much a dinner party as just dinner.”
Meg rolled her eyes. “So I heard. I also heard that you’re setting me up on a date without me even knowing it.”
“It’s not a date. Did Steven say it was a date? Jeez.” She picked a piece of cheese off the lasagna and shoved it in her mouth. “It’s just dinner.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I just wanted to, you know…” Suzanna turned on the faucet to wash her hands.
Meg opened a cabinet and pulled out four plates. “I told you, I am taking a dating hiatus. I don’t need a man in my life right now.”
“I’m glad you know that, but that doesn’t mean you have to be single forever either. How long has it been since that hippie dumped you for not respecting your digestive system?”
Picking up the utensil again, Meg chuckled. “Can we not talk about that? That was not my finest hour.”
“Hey, you’re the one who dated him.”
“He was cute in a bohemian kind of way. Oh, my God, he was fantastic in bed,” she added almost mournfully.
“And Zach?”
“Are you going to rehash every relationship I’ve ever had? Because you dated some real losers before you married Steven.”
“Right. So, um…”
Suzanna was trying to sound casual, but it made Meg instantly suspicious. She stopped severing the lasagna and turned to face her sister.
“What?” Meg demanded.
“Well, what…what about…John?”
Meg’s heart fell to her stomach like a boulder plummeting off the top of the Empire State Building, twisting into a tight knot and exploding in a million pieces. His blue eyes flashed through her mind. She recalled his dark hair as clearly as she remembered his hands on her as they made love, the way his hot breath rushed over her as he promised to love her forever. Then, as always, she remembered the day he’d walked out on her.
She cleared her throat and shook her head. “What about John?”
“Well…do you still think he was a mistake?”
“Why are we even talking about him? We’re talking about tonight. Are you, or are you not, trying set me up on a date?”
Suzanna looked at her. “No, I’m not. I’m…helping you…face some things.”
Meg creased her brow but trying to read between Suzanna’s lines these days was like trying to read instructions from IKEA. In Arabic. “What things?”
“You know…whenever John comes to visit, you stay, like, ten miles away until you are certain he is gone.”
“Because I don’t want to see him.”
“Yeah, but…remember, I told you he’s moving back to town? Eventually you’re going to have to face him and…I think the sooner you do that, the better it will be for all of us.”
Meg narrowed her eyes into slits as she glared. “Oh. My. God. If you tell me that Steven’s friend is
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