grasping for something.â
âHa on the pie-in-the-sky quip. But youâve got the rest correct. I have these ambitions and I canât deny myself trying to achieve them. You fit here. Youâll take Erin to the park this summer. Hang out at the country-club pool. That type of life would drive me insane. I donât know how my mother and grandmother do it, tolerating people like Elmer and Harold on a daily basis. I donât belong here.â
âWithout the right man, you donât. Youâd be screaming in frustration within the first two weeks if you had to live here as a single woman. Not that I donât think youâll make a good mom or anything. Donât you dare go out and tell people I said that.â
âI just might,â Rachel teased. She toyed absently with her wineglass, making the wine inside form a little current. âMarco wanted at least four kids. He wanted me barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. The prospect scared the crud out of me.â
âThatâs because he wasnât right for you. When you find your match, everything clicks. You want to be with him and bear his children. Itâs the most natural feeling in the world and itâs not describable. You canât search for it. You just know when youâve found that nirvana.â
Heather sipped her wine and then stared at the glass. âThis is really great stuff. Youâre going to get me tipsy. I only stopped breast-feeding two months ago. This is a treat. I havenât imbibed in ages.â
âThanks.â Rachel didnât tell her that sheâd brought the vintage with her from New York, or that it retailed for seventy dollars a bottle. âI bought the bottle to go with this steak dish Iâd planned to cook for Marco. Seemed like tonight was a good night to drink the thing without him, plus you cooked a great meal.â
âHis loss,â Heather said, grabbing the bottle. âWant any more?â
âIâm fine,â Rachel answered, covering the rim of the wineglass with the palm of her hand.
âGood.â Heather poured the remnants into her own glass. âBeware, honey,â she called to Keith, who was entering the kitchen. âIâm getting tipsy. You know what that means.â
âYep.â Keith gave Heather a secret smile as he passed by and returned to the family room.
âI think you should let yourself go,â Heather told Rachel suddenly.
âHuh?â Not quite following the shift in their conversation, Rachel stared at her friend. Heather was nodding as if sheâd just had the best idea in years.
âYeah. With Colin. Sample the man. I think that after all this time, heâd be the perfect rebound guy for you to lose yourself in for a while. Like you said, youâre going back to New York. You already have the perfect escape clause. Moving is the great way to end things.â
Maybe every last drop of wine had traveled to Heatherâs head. A bottle held a little more than four glasses and sheâd easily had more than two. Keith, not into wine, had had a small portion and then switched to iced tea with dinner.
âItâs been, whatâalmost two weeks since youâve seen him?â Heather asked.
âYeah. He hasnât even come into the diner to eat. Itâs almost as if heâs avoiding me. His dadâs there just about every day. Not that I should have noticed. Since word got out that Iâm baking for hire, Iâm swamped. This is a wacky year with St. Patrickâs Day this upcoming Monday and Palm Sunday the very day before. To get ready this week Iâve been cooking something every day. Not only have I had the stuff for the diner, but Iâve had tons of cake orders, and before Saturday night I have to make six hundred shamrock cookies for the Knights of Columbus annual corned-beef-and-cabbage shindig.â
âThatâs two days from now. Weâll be there,
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