for her abrupt departure, which she admitted now had been emotional overload, Sara left her room and headed down the hall to the kitchen, wondering how he’d gotten in.
When she entered the room, in stead of a tall, handsome handyman, she found it taken over by her friends, Grace and Tess. They were sitting at the table eating huge cinnamon buns, cups of hot coffee steaming away. That made more sense, if she would have been thinking clearly. Nick couldn’t have gotten in without a key.
“About time you climbed out of there , missy. Or maybe there’s a reason you’d like to share with your good friends, about why you slept in for so long?" Grace teased.
Sara couldn’ t help the blush that stole over her cheeks, or the hint of a smile that ghosted across her lips. “Hush you two, Jess will hear you. Where is she anyway?"
“She’s fine, don’t worry your pretty little head. She’s out back playing ball with the dog and a certain blue-eyed hottie we all know and love,” Tess sighed. “I heard a little rumor that things got interesting at La Lune last night. Come on girl, spill.”
Floating over to the coffee machine, Sar a poured herself a cup, staring through the window as Jess and Nick played toss. Nick looked as if he had just returned from another run, in sweats that hung low on his lean hips and a sweat-soaked shirt that lovingly hugged his abs. Jess was laughing at something he’d said, as they watched Jake chasing his tail a few feet away. Her heart swelling, Sara turned back to her friends, catching them grinning at her knowingly.
“You have it bad, don't you , baby girl?”
“What in the world are you talking about , Grace Martin? It was a first date, and Ty was a true gentleman.”
“Oh, I'm su re my nephew was,” Tess replied. “His momma done raised him right. But we're more interested in what happened after Ty was called away . My yogi happened to be there last night and saw the whole thing. She said it was the hottest thing since The Notebook . Details, we want all the juicy details.”
Sara wasn’ t sure whether to be more embarrassed, or annoyed that her personal life was gossip central this morning. “So, should I take out an ad in the paper? Dumped woman catches ride home with handsome escort. Kind of catchy, don't you agree?”
“Oh, come on now , honey. You know we care about you, and want to see you happy, that's all. We're a couple of nosey old ladies, trying to live vicariously.” Grace apologized.
“Hey, watch who you call old, you old coot!” Tess countered.
Crossing the room, Sara leaned in and enfolded each woman in a hug. “Neither one of you are old, you’re ageless. I love you both. I’m sorry for jumping down your throats like that. I guess I’m still not used to small town gossiping. In the city no one cares whether you're injured or not, much less who you go out with.”
“Well then, I say thank God for small towns. I'd hate to go through life without my good friends watching out for me,” Grace said, reaching out to pat Tess’s thin arm.
“It's fine if you don't want to let us in on it, we'll sit here and have a nice cup of coffee with you and th en be on our way,” Tess agreed.
“So… what's new?”
Sara burst out laughing. They really were priceless.
CHAPTER TEN
Frank Stein was having a very bad day. It had started bright and early in the a.m. with a phone call from Jared. It seems there’d been a miscommunication when security for the Vegas casino he was in informed him they didn’t allow card counting.
Who knew?
Ol' Jare thought they would appreciate him showing them their weaknesses. Turned out he was wrong. They sent him on his way, but only after some three on one time. That should have been a clue right there. Normally, casino security companies don’t go around roughing up the clientele. Whether they’re cheating, or not. The idiot should have considered himself lucky not to be wearing cement shoes and called it a day.
When she entered the room, in stead of a tall, handsome handyman, she found it taken over by her friends, Grace and Tess. They were sitting at the table eating huge cinnamon buns, cups of hot coffee steaming away. That made more sense, if she would have been thinking clearly. Nick couldn’t have gotten in without a key.
“About time you climbed out of there , missy. Or maybe there’s a reason you’d like to share with your good friends, about why you slept in for so long?" Grace teased.
Sara couldn’ t help the blush that stole over her cheeks, or the hint of a smile that ghosted across her lips. “Hush you two, Jess will hear you. Where is she anyway?"
“She’s fine, don’t worry your pretty little head. She’s out back playing ball with the dog and a certain blue-eyed hottie we all know and love,” Tess sighed. “I heard a little rumor that things got interesting at La Lune last night. Come on girl, spill.”
Floating over to the coffee machine, Sar a poured herself a cup, staring through the window as Jess and Nick played toss. Nick looked as if he had just returned from another run, in sweats that hung low on his lean hips and a sweat-soaked shirt that lovingly hugged his abs. Jess was laughing at something he’d said, as they watched Jake chasing his tail a few feet away. Her heart swelling, Sara turned back to her friends, catching them grinning at her knowingly.
“You have it bad, don't you , baby girl?”
“What in the world are you talking about , Grace Martin? It was a first date, and Ty was a true gentleman.”
“Oh, I'm su re my nephew was,” Tess replied. “His momma done raised him right. But we're more interested in what happened after Ty was called away . My yogi happened to be there last night and saw the whole thing. She said it was the hottest thing since The Notebook . Details, we want all the juicy details.”
Sara wasn’ t sure whether to be more embarrassed, or annoyed that her personal life was gossip central this morning. “So, should I take out an ad in the paper? Dumped woman catches ride home with handsome escort. Kind of catchy, don't you agree?”
“Oh, come on now , honey. You know we care about you, and want to see you happy, that's all. We're a couple of nosey old ladies, trying to live vicariously.” Grace apologized.
“Hey, watch who you call old, you old coot!” Tess countered.
Crossing the room, Sara leaned in and enfolded each woman in a hug. “Neither one of you are old, you’re ageless. I love you both. I’m sorry for jumping down your throats like that. I guess I’m still not used to small town gossiping. In the city no one cares whether you're injured or not, much less who you go out with.”
“Well then, I say thank God for small towns. I'd hate to go through life without my good friends watching out for me,” Grace said, reaching out to pat Tess’s thin arm.
“It's fine if you don't want to let us in on it, we'll sit here and have a nice cup of coffee with you and th en be on our way,” Tess agreed.
“So… what's new?”
Sara burst out laughing. They really were priceless.
CHAPTER TEN
Frank Stein was having a very bad day. It had started bright and early in the a.m. with a phone call from Jared. It seems there’d been a miscommunication when security for the Vegas casino he was in informed him they didn’t allow card counting.
Who knew?
Ol' Jare thought they would appreciate him showing them their weaknesses. Turned out he was wrong. They sent him on his way, but only after some three on one time. That should have been a clue right there. Normally, casino security companies don’t go around roughing up the clientele. Whether they’re cheating, or not. The idiot should have considered himself lucky not to be wearing cement shoes and called it a day.
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