Sounds like the fate of half the women in America to me.â
Her eyebrows arched. âAre British men any better?â
âYouâre forgetting. Iâm not really British, or American, or anything else. And youâre changing the subject.â Rather smoothly, he had to admit. âAlthough I donât have much use for television. Now, if I could figure out how to make the thing work, why then, there might be trouble.â
She cracked a smile. Better. âItâs nice to make you smile,â he said, before he thought.
Confusion crept into her face, and he remembered his abrupt visit to Headquarters last night. He had to be more careful what he said. And not let her distract him from the matter at hand, whether with that smile, or her little changes of subject.
âLindsay, whatâs really bothering you about this? Could it have anything to do with the fact that Jeanne is getting married and youâre not?â
Her eyes flashed. âYouâre way off.â
âMethinks thou dost protest too much.â
The stormy look in her eyes turned to utter frost. Fred rather admired the spirit behind that glare. Anything was better than the vacant, preoccupied look sheâd worn when he first ran into her. He searched her chilly gaze without backing down, trying to ascertain what lay behind it. Begrudge a friend her happiness? No, it didnât sound like the Lindsay he knew. But then, emotions werenât always rational, and if Lindsay did feel jealous, she might also feel guilty about it. That could account for her mood, and her defensiveness about it. Fred studied her, weighing her expression as best he could.
No. It was the obvious reaction, but it didnât feel right. He said softly, still holding her gaze, âWhat is it then?â
The troubled crease between her brows deepened. She ducked her head to take a drink from her cup. As her lips pursed around the straw, Fred couldnât help imagining how a good kiss would help them both forget all this nonsense. He shouldnât be thinking this way, and he knew it. He couldnât remember everâ
âSheâs my friend.â Lindsayâs eyes drifted past his shoulder, almost as if she were speaking to someone else. âI think sheâs doing the wrong thing. But itâs not for me to say.â She toyed with her straw. âI donât think sheâs really in love with him.â
Fred stayed motionless, almost afraid to speak out loud. âWhat makes you say that?â
Lindsay shook her head, light brown waves of hair swaying slightly around her face. âJust a feeling.â
âThen why would she say yes? Thereâs not that much social pressure on a woman to get married these days, is there?â
âMore than you think. Thereâs the whole biological clock thing. And thereâs just something about a diamond ringââ Her eyes remained fixed over his shoulder. âJust the fact that someone would give it to you.â
She sat up straighter, drawing farther back from him. Her tone changed. âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I am a little jealous.â She searched out another breaded chunk of food from her tray.
âYou know, I donât believe youâve ever lied to me before.â
Her eyes came up to meet his. Her lips parted, as if to deny it, but nothing came out.
He was close to something here. So close, he could practically step on it. But if he stepped too hard, he might crush it.
âAll right,â Fred said. âHereâs a harder question.â
She looked at him warily over her cup.
He said, âWhat are those things in front of you?â
She plucked up one of the breaded bits. âTheyâre chicken nuggets. I guess they take chicken andââ
He frowned. âGrind it up? And cover it with bread? I thought this was a civilized society.â
It had the desired effect. It made her laugh, and for the moment that
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