A Mother's Wish
Page 5“No!” she hurried to assure him.
“Oh.”
The disappointment in his tone came as a mild shock. Then she understood. “You … expected a different kind of woman and—”
“Not in the least. If the truth be known, I’m pleasantly surprised.”
She swallowed. “I wish you hadn’t said that.”
“Why not?”
“Because …” She dragged in a deep breath. “Because I’m not the person you think I am. I mean …” This was proving even more difficult than it should have. “I didn’t write those letters.”
Steve’s eyes narrowed. “Then who did?”
“My daughter and her friend.”
“I … see.”
Meg’s fingers crushed the linen napkin in her lap. “You have every reason to be upset. It was an underhanded thing to do to us both.”
“You didn’t know anything about this?”
“I swear I didn’t. I would’ve put a stop to it immediately if I had.”
Steve reached for his water and drank thirstily. “I would have, too.”
“I want you to know I intend to discipline Lindsey for this. I can only apologize …” She stopped midsentence when she saw his shoulders moving with suppressed laughter. “Steve?”
“I didn’t write those letters, either. The ones from me.”
“What?” Disbelief settled over Meg. “You mean to say you didn’t respond to the ad in Dateline?”
“Nope. My romantic little sister did. Nancy’s on this kick about seeing me married. I don’t understand it, but—”
“Just a minute,” Meg said, raising her hand. “Let me see if I’ve got this straight. You didn’t place the ad in Dateline.”
“You’ve got it.”
“Then why are you here?”
He shrugged. “Probably for the same reason you are. I figured you were some lonely heart seeking companionship and frankly I felt bad that Nancy had led you on like this. It isn’t your fault my crazy sister thinks it’s time I got married.”
He paused when their meals were delivered.
Meg dug into her chicken with gusto. Irritation usually made her hungry. She stabbed a carrot slice with her fork.
“So you felt sorry for me?” she said, chewing the carrot vigorously.
He looked up, apparently sensing her irritation. “No sorrier than you felt for me.”
“It’s the reason you showed up, isn’t it?” he pressed.
She agreed with a nod. “When did you find out about this dinner date?”
“This morning. You?”
She glanced at her watch. “About two hours ago.”
Steve chuckled. “They didn’t give you much opportunity to object, did they?”
“Actually they got the days mixed up and went into a panic. I don’t suppose you happened to read any of the letters or e-mails they wrote?”
“As a matter of fact I did. Interesting stuff.”
“I’ll bet.” She stabbed one of the potato pieces with her fork. “You should know that not everything they said was the truth.” She put the potato in her mouth and chewed.
“So you don’t actually run an eight-minute mile.”
“No … “
“Nine minutes?”
“I don’t exactly run, and before you ask me about carbs and fat grams, you can forget everything Lindsey told you about those, too. And for the record, my appendix is in great shape.”
Steve chuckled. “What did Nancy tell you about me?”
“Since I’ve only read tidbits of your letters and e-mails, I can’t really say.”
“Oh?” His voice fell noticeably.
“As I recall, your sister did suggest that your life’s quite empty and you’re looking for something to fill your lonely nights—” she paused for effect “—until you realized it wasn’t something you were searching for but someone.”
His jaw tightened. “She said that?”
“Yup.” Meg took some pleasure in telling him that.
“Well, that’s a crock of bull. I certainly hope you didn’t believe it.”
Meg smiled. “Not really. Lindsey didn’t mean any harm, you know.”
“Nancy, either, although I’d like to throttle her. The kid’s nineteen and she’s got romance and marriage on her mind. Unfortunately, it’s me she’s trying to marry off.”
“Lindsey thinks I’m lost and lonely, but I’m perfectly content with my life.”
“Me, too.”
“Why ruin everything now?”
“Exactly,” Steve agreed with conviction. “A woman would want to change everything about me.”
“Nancy can take a flying leap into Green Lake before I’ll let her arrange my love life,” Steve told her adamantly. “I certainly intend to marry, but on my time—not when my kid sister ropes me into a lonely-hearts-club relationship.”
“I feel the same way.”
“Great.” Steve grinned at her, and Meg had to admit he had a wonderful smile. It lit up his eyes and softened his features. “Shall we drink to our agreement?”
“Definitely.”
Steve attracted the waitress’s attention and ordered a bottle of wine.
Meg was astonished by the ease with which they could talk, once all the pretense between them had been resolved. She told him about her bookstore and liked hearing about his body shop. They lingered over coffee and dessert, and not until it became apparent that the restaurant was about to close did they get up to leave.
“I enjoyed myself,” Meg said as they strolled to the door.
“Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Frankly, I am.”
He laughed. “I guess I am, too.”
The valet brought her Ford Escort to the front of the restaurant and held open her door.
“Thank you for a lovely dinner,” she said, suddenly feeling shy and awkward.
“The pleasure was all mine.”
Neither of them made an effort to move. The valet checked his watch and Meg glanced at him guiltily. Steve ignored him and eventually so did Meg.
“I guess this is goodbye,” she said, wishing now that she hadn’t made such a big issue about not being her daughter’s pawn.
“Looks that way.”
She lowered her eyes, fighting the enticement she read in his. “Thanks again.”
Steve traced his finger along her jaw. His work-calloused fingertip felt warm against her skin. If they hadn’t been standing under the lights of a fancy French restaurant with a valet looking on, Meg wondered if he would’ve kissed her. She wanted to think he might have.
On the drive home, she dismissed the idea as fanciful. It had been a long time since she’d been wined and dined, that was all. And an even longer time since she’d been kissed …
Sensation after sensation traveled across her face where he’d touched her. Smile after smile flirted with her mouth at the memory of his lips so close to hers. She wouldn’t forget the date or the man anytime soon. That was for sure.
“Well, how’d it go?” Nancy demanded. His teenage sister met Steve at the door. Her eyes were wide with curiosity as she followed him inside.
Steve looked at his watch and frowned. “What are you still doing up?”
Nancy’s face fell. “You asked me to wait for you, so we could talk.”
Steve slid his fingers through his hair. “I did, didn’t I?” “You’re much later than you thought you’d be.” He didn’t respond, unwilling to let his sister know how much he’d enjoyed himself. “I’m furious with you for what you did,” he said, forcing his voice to sound gruff with irritation.
“I don’t blame you,” she agreed readily enough.
“You liked her, didn’t you?”
Nancy sounded much too smug to suit Steve.
“And no, I don’t have any exams to study for, and you know it. They ended two weeks ago.” Since then, she’d taken a summer job at the university library.
“So you’ve decided to stay in Seattle and make my life miserable.”
“No, I’ve decided to stay in Seattle and see you married. Come on, Steve, you’re thirty-eight! That’s getting up there.” She flopped down on the sofa and sat with her legs underneath her, as if she planned to plant herself right there until he announced his engagement.
The problem, Steve decided, was that Nancy was the product of parents who’d never expected a second child and had spoiled her senseless. He was partially to blame, as well, but he’d never thought she’d pull something like this.
“You work too hard,” she said. “Loosen up and enjoy life a little.”
“You’re going to write Meg Remington a formal letter of apology.” He refused to back down on this.
“Okay, I’ll write her.” All at once she was on her feet. “When are you seeing her again?”
“I’m not.”
Nancy fell back onto the sofa. “Why not?”
Darned if Steve could give her an answer. He and Meg had made that decision early on in their conversation, and for the life of him he couldn’t remember why.
“Because,” he growled. “Now leave me alone.”
Nancy threw back her head and laughed. “You like her. You really, really like her.”
Meg sat in the back storeroom and rubbed her aching feet. The new shoes pinched her toes, but this was what she got for buying them half a size too small. They were on sale and she loved them, although the store had been out of size eights. Even knowing her feet would pay the penalty later, Meg had chosen to wear them today.
Laura stuck her head through the door and smiled when she saw her. “A beautiful bouquet of flowers just arrived for you,” she said.
“For me?”
“That’s what the envelope said.”
“Who from?”
“I didn’t read the card, if that’s what you’re asking, but Lindsey’s here and she grabbed it and let out a holler. My guess is the flowers are from Steve.”
“Steve.” Pain or no pain, Meg was on her feet. She hobbled to the front of the store and found her fifteen-year-old daughter grinning triumphantly.
“Steve Conlan sent flowers,” she crowed.
“So I see.” Meg’s fingers shook as she removed the card from the small envelope.
“He said, and I quote, ‘You’re one special woman, Meg Remington. Love, Steve.’”
The bouquet was huge, with at least ten different varieties of flowers all arranged in a white wicker basket. It must have cost him easily a hundred dollars.