sadder . . . a little colder.
Great. Now even Johnny Mathis was picking on her.
Lindsay got through the line, turned to search for a seat, and her food tray nearly collided with a familiar charcoal-black overcoat.
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Fred steadied the tray as Lindsay staggered off balance.
One glance told him this wasnât the same woman heâd left sitting contentedly on her couch last night. Her eyesâthat clear, light gray that usually reminded him of snowflakesâwere more like storm clouds today, troubled and shadowy. Fred felt his own mood dim slightly, and that was a foreign sensation to him. But he didnât like seeing her so disquieted.
Lindsay barely looked up at him. âNot now, Fred,â she said, and started to pull the tray away.
Not good. Not good at all. She didnât even seem surprised to see him. Either she was getting very blasé about this whole thing, or something was truly distressing her. He tried not to dwell on how much her mood unsettled him, or what his own reaction might mean.
He held firmly to the tray. âNot so fast. Whatâs wrong?â
She tugged at the tray again. âFred, seriously. Iâm not in the mood.â
âI can see that. What happened?â
âI donât want to talk about it.â
This could be a splendid opportunity, as good a glance into Lindsayâs inner demons as he was ever likely to get, but that wasnât what kept his grip so tenaciously on her tray. He didnât like that cloudy look in her eyes, as if she really werenât seeing him at all. That troubled crease between her eyebrows. Laugh lines were fine, but that crease didnât belong there. He yearned to rub it away, as if he could erase it with his thumb.
He held on to her gaze as firmly as he could. âLetâs sit down.â
Her eyes regained a little of their focus, and she relinquished the tray. Good. Heâd reached her, at least a little.
Finding a seat in this mass of humanity could be a trick. The food court resembled a parking lot of tables, with little more space between them than so many parked cars. But that was a problem much more easily solved than Lindsayâs troubled mood.
A few feet away, Fred glimpsed two young women lingering needlessly over two nearly-empty drink cups, and kept his eyes there; a moment later they both stood, still chatting, never consciously aware of his gaze. Fred held one of the newly vacated chairs out for Lindsay, then took his seat across from her.
She preoccupied herself arranging the items on the brown plastic tray in front of her. Then her eyes flicked up. âHowâd you find me here?â
Unimportant details again. âMaybe because you needed me. Iâm here for you, remember?â
Light brown eyelashes lowered. A sure sign she had something to say, and didnât want to say it.
He fought off the temptation to reach for her hand. âSo, whatâs this thing you donât want to talk about?â
She bit into one of the strange-looking breaded chunks from her tray a little more fiercely than seemed necessary. âI just found out Jeanneâs getting married.â
âAnd?â
She stared at the remaining bit of breaded food in her hand, as if she too wondered what it was. âI think maybe sheâs making a mistake.â
âHow so?â
Lindsay shrugged. âI just donât think heâs right for her, thatâs all.â
âHow would you know that?â
She met his eyes for the first time since theyâd sat down. âFred, this is the guy she was afraid was going to break up with her just to save money on a Christmas present. He wasnât even with her at the company party. Probably home watching a football game.â The rest of the morsel met the same violent fate as its predecessor.
âI donât understand. Youâre upset because your friend is throwing her life away on a monster who watches sports programs?
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