“Hello,” she said tentatively. She’d gotten several solicitation calls lately and was wary of getting more.

“Beth. It’s me, Kier.”

“Kier,” Beth repeated and groaned inwardly. He was one of her least favorite people and he epitomized everything she disliked about the men her mother pushed on her. Everything came easy for him. He’d never had to work to prove himself. One time she’d been out with him when his car got a flat tire and he’d thrown a fit, kicking his BMW as if to punish the car for inconveniencing him. Owen would have made a mint off Kier.

“I’m in town. Let’s get together.”

“I’m busy this weekend.” A small white lie but forgivable, not that it would do any good. Kier was far too accustomed to getting his own way.

“Your mother asked me to check up on you.”

No doubt she had.

“You know she won’t let me hear the end of it unless I give her a full report.”

“Right.” Six measly months. Her parents had agreed to give her these six months. They’d already broken their word. To be fair, she had been in a bad car accident, but still … Was six months so much to ask? Naturally, her mother would find a way around their agreement. If she put Kier off, Beth could guarantee Ellie Prudhomme would be on the next flight to Oregon, making Beth’s life miserable. Ellie had already let her feelings be known when it came to Sam. He wasn’t the man for Beth. He wasn’t suitable. Lowbrow. The list of subtle and not-so-subtle complaints mounted with every conversation, which was one reason Beth’s calls home were infrequent at best.

“Let me take you to dinner,” Kier said. “I know a great place downtown. Not that it can compare to anything Chicago has to offer, but it will do in a pinch.”

It wouldn’t do any good to argue. His comment about the restaurant showed what an arrogant jerk he was. “When?” she asked, accepting defeat.

“Seeing that you’re busy all weekend”—he knew she was lying and his tone said as much—“it will have to be tonight.”

She might as well get it over with. “Okay. I’ll change my plans.”

“I thought you’d manage to squeeze me in.”

“I’ll meet you at the restaurant,” she suggested. “Give me the address—”

“No way,” Kier argued. “My mother raised me better than that. I’ll pick you up at your apartment. I’ll be by at six.”

“My address is—”

“Already got it,” he said, cutting her off.

Of course he did. Her mother would have seen to that. “All right, then,” she said, unable to hide the defeat in her voice. “See you at six.”

“We have a lot to catch up on,” Kier said, which was another way of telling her it was going to be a long night.

Closing her eyes, Beth leaned against the side of her car, dreading this dinner. She had tentative plans with Sam for later. He and Rocco had something going on, but she didn’t know what. Telling him she was going out with another man wouldn’t sit well with him.

She climbed in her car and heaved a giant sigh before she reached for her phone again.

Sam answered almost right away. “Hey, babe.”

“Hey,” she returned. “I’m going to need to bow out of anything tonight.”

“Oh?” Sam didn’t bother to hide his surprise. “What’s up?”

She could tell by the timbre of his voice that he suspected something wasn’t right. “A friend is visiting from Chicago.” Her heart was pounding, hoping he heard the regret she felt about not spending her evening with him.

“Bring your friend along,” he suggested. “Nichole and Rocco invited us to Rock and Bowl. Several of Rocco’s crew are going to be there, and I was thinking we could—”

“That won’t work.” She would love to see what her mother would say if Beth told her she went bowling with the crew from a towing company. It was comical enough to make Beth smile. Her mother would probably have a coronary.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Sam said.

“I know. I’m sorry. My friend has already made other plans, but I’d much rather be with you.”

Sam didn’t say anything for a long moment. “Have fun. We’ll connect … whenever.”

Beth hated to end their conversation like this. She hoped he understood how disappointed she was. “Do you want me to call once I’m home?”

He paused and then said, “Not necessary.”

That stung, and she blinked back the hurt. “You don’t want me to call?” she asked, unsure of his mood. “I told you I’d rather be with you. This is a friend of my mother’s, and if I don’t meet with him she’ll fly out here herself and it won’t be pretty.”

“Him, Beth? Your friend is a he?”

“Yes.” She’d wanted to avoid this, but now that was impossible. “His name is Kier and he’s the son of a family friend.”

“I notice you didn’t invite me to join the two of you.”

She stiffened. Sam was right; she hadn’t once considered including Sam in this dinner date. “I … should have, I know, but …” She let the rest fade.

“But what?”

Beth pressed her hand against her forehead. “Can we please talk about this later?”

“No,” he objected. “We can’t, because I know what’s going through that head of yours. I’m an embarrassment to you, Beth, you don’t need to spell it out. I get the picture. If you’re looking for me to apologize for who I am, you’ll have a long wait.”

“That is so not true.”

“Coulda fooled me. It’s fine. Go out with this family friend, enjoy your evening. Can’t say I blame you. Fancy dinner in a posh restaurant versus Rock and Bowl. Guess I should be grateful you want anything to do with a guy with grease underneath his fingernails.”

“Stop,” she insisted. “That’s ridiculous and you know it.”

“Can’t say I do.” With that Sam ended the call.

Beth was angry and her hands shook as she tossed her phone back into her purse. Leaning forward, she pressed her forehead against the steering wheel. This was their first big fight and it was a doozy. She didn’t know how to prove that she wasn’t embarrassed by Sam. The fact that he worked with his hands and that he was good at what he did made her proud.

Back at her apartment, Beth dressed for dinner with a heavy heart. She toyed with the idea of calling Sam back, but pride wouldn’t let her. He was being obtuse and unreasonable. It wasn’t like she was at his beck and call. They didn’t have any set plans that night. Everything had been up in the air.

Typical of Kier, he left her waiting fifteen minutes, and when he finally arrived at her apartment he kissed her on both cheeks. “You’re as beautiful as ever.” He glanced around, taking in her apartment and frowning as if it was far below his standards. It was hard not to remind him that she lived on what she made teaching music and wasn’t living off a trust fund. Instead, she bit her tongue and did her best to pretend she didn’t notice his censure.

“Home sweet home,” Kier said with a fake smile.

Beth resisted suggesting he take pictures in order to give a more accurate account to her mother. In her current mood, it was hard to hide her feelings.

It came as no surprise that the evening was dreadful from beginning to end. Kier chose a restaurant she had never heard of before, a place that offered only one seating a night. The menu was pretentious and the waiter even more so. It was as if he felt obliged to detail each ingredient used in the making of every dish.

“The mushrooms were grown in the shadow of the Washington rainforest, hand-picked by altar boys.”

Well, it went something like that. Beth had to use her linen napkin to disguise a smile while Kier absorbed the description and asked a number of asinine questions. She’d suspected it was going to be a long evening, and she was right.

It was after eleven by the time Kier dropped her off at her apartment. Standing outside her door, he seemed to wait for an invitation to come inside. He wasn’t getting one and it took several uncomfortable minutes for him to figure that out. Before he left, he braced his hands against her shoulders and looked deeply into her eyes. “It was good to see you, Beth.”




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