still
young, despite the fact they’d had dinner, dessert and coffee. Angelina caught
Lucas surreptitiously looking at his watch, about to make his excuses, she beat
him to it.
“It’s
still early!” Lillian complained , looking from one to
the other in disappointment, though why, it was hard to imagine, as far as
Angelina knew, none of her matchmaking had ever worked out well.
“I’d better be going
too, I have a ton of work to catch up on,” Lucas added, not wanting to miss an
opportunity to get the hell out of there.
“Then
maybe you could give Angelina a ride home?” Lillian suggested.
Lucas shot an
uncomfortable glance in Angelina’s direction, and she did her best not to roll
her eyes. He nodded curtly. Though it was obviously for their hosts’ sake that
he’d agreed, Angelina fully intended to tell him it wasn’t necessary the
instant they were outside and out of ear shot.
Sean pulled back the
curtain as Lillian went to retrieve their coats from the other room where she’d
laid them out to dry, after the minor snow flurries they’d encountered on their
way over here.
“Wow!” Sean exclaimed.
“We may as well put those coats away. It’s a winter wonderland out there. You
two aren’t going anywhere!”
Angelina and Lucas
almost knocked each other over in their haste to dash to the window to ensure
it really wasn’t true, snowed in here, together? Hell no.
Sean
and Lillian grinned knowingly at each other. This date had been a long time
coming. They’d known from the start that the one who best suited their friend
Angelina was Lucas, even if he didn’t know it yet, and they had gleefully
awaited news of his return from Europe to set them up. Despite his newly
polished European style, he was still the same old Lucas on the inside.
Chapter Two
Angelina and Lucas
gazed down in dismay on the source of their imprisonment. The snow was almost
to the top of Lucas’s car.
“Snowball fight!” Sean
and Lillian exclaimed in unison.
Lucas was looking at
them like they’d lost their minds and for that reason alone Angelina was
looking forward to hurling a snowball or two at his perfect pouty kisser. He
was as cold as a picture perfect mannequin and she couldn’t wait to ruffle his
haughty feathers a little. They all donned their coats and gloves and traipsed
outside. Lucas looking like he was going to the guillotine in Armani style.
Samson Dinsdale, the
building super gave them a cheerful wave as he pushed the snow blower down the
courtyard path creating perfect banks of light fluffy snow at the perimeter,
despite the fact the flakes were still falling in an ongoing blanket of white.
They’d
barely made it to the partially cleared courtyard when Lucas felt a softball
sized chunk of wet snow hit him in the back of the head. He swiveled around and
nearly slipped, arms windmilling . Angelina wrapped
her arms around his middle to keep him from falling. He steadied himself and
tried to peel himself away from her, and nearly slipped again. These boots
weren’t made for walking, let alone traipsing through the snow. Milan had all
been about style. As a marketing executive in the fashion industry it had been
important for him to look the part. Here, he needed to be practical, speaking
of which, despite his uncharacteristic rudeness, Angelina hadn’t let him fall.
He cleared his throat as she slowly stepped back, certain now that he had his
balance. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Another snow ball hit him in the shoulder, this time it was Sean who was the
culprit. Giving in, he scooped up one of his own and tossed it back at Sean.
Angelina and Lillian were exchanging hastily made snowballs and giggling like
schoolgirls. Lucas and Sean grinned and pelted the girls in rapid succession.
Lucas found himself laughing at Angelina’s outraged expression at his rapid
fire volleys as she struggled to return fire. When they finally made it upstairs
they were all cold, wet, shivering,
young, despite the fact they’d had dinner, dessert and coffee. Angelina caught
Lucas surreptitiously looking at his watch, about to make his excuses, she beat
him to it.
“It’s
still early!” Lillian complained , looking from one to
the other in disappointment, though why, it was hard to imagine, as far as
Angelina knew, none of her matchmaking had ever worked out well.
“I’d better be going
too, I have a ton of work to catch up on,” Lucas added, not wanting to miss an
opportunity to get the hell out of there.
“Then
maybe you could give Angelina a ride home?” Lillian suggested.
Lucas shot an
uncomfortable glance in Angelina’s direction, and she did her best not to roll
her eyes. He nodded curtly. Though it was obviously for their hosts’ sake that
he’d agreed, Angelina fully intended to tell him it wasn’t necessary the
instant they were outside and out of ear shot.
Sean pulled back the
curtain as Lillian went to retrieve their coats from the other room where she’d
laid them out to dry, after the minor snow flurries they’d encountered on their
way over here.
“Wow!” Sean exclaimed.
“We may as well put those coats away. It’s a winter wonderland out there. You
two aren’t going anywhere!”
Angelina and Lucas
almost knocked each other over in their haste to dash to the window to ensure
it really wasn’t true, snowed in here, together? Hell no.
Sean
and Lillian grinned knowingly at each other. This date had been a long time
coming. They’d known from the start that the one who best suited their friend
Angelina was Lucas, even if he didn’t know it yet, and they had gleefully
awaited news of his return from Europe to set them up. Despite his newly
polished European style, he was still the same old Lucas on the inside.
Chapter Two
Angelina and Lucas
gazed down in dismay on the source of their imprisonment. The snow was almost
to the top of Lucas’s car.
“Snowball fight!” Sean
and Lillian exclaimed in unison.
Lucas was looking at
them like they’d lost their minds and for that reason alone Angelina was
looking forward to hurling a snowball or two at his perfect pouty kisser. He
was as cold as a picture perfect mannequin and she couldn’t wait to ruffle his
haughty feathers a little. They all donned their coats and gloves and traipsed
outside. Lucas looking like he was going to the guillotine in Armani style.
Samson Dinsdale, the
building super gave them a cheerful wave as he pushed the snow blower down the
courtyard path creating perfect banks of light fluffy snow at the perimeter,
despite the fact the flakes were still falling in an ongoing blanket of white.
They’d
barely made it to the partially cleared courtyard when Lucas felt a softball
sized chunk of wet snow hit him in the back of the head. He swiveled around and
nearly slipped, arms windmilling . Angelina wrapped
her arms around his middle to keep him from falling. He steadied himself and
tried to peel himself away from her, and nearly slipped again. These boots
weren’t made for walking, let alone traipsing through the snow. Milan had all
been about style. As a marketing executive in the fashion industry it had been
important for him to look the part. Here, he needed to be practical, speaking
of which, despite his uncharacteristic rudeness, Angelina hadn’t let him fall.
He cleared his throat as she slowly stepped back, certain now that he had his
balance. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Another snow ball hit him in the shoulder, this time it was Sean who was the
culprit. Giving in, he scooped up one of his own and tossed it back at Sean.
Angelina and Lillian were exchanging hastily made snowballs and giggling like
schoolgirls. Lucas and Sean grinned and pelted the girls in rapid succession.
Lucas found himself laughing at Angelina’s outraged expression at his rapid
fire volleys as she struggled to return fire. When they finally made it upstairs
they were all cold, wet, shivering,
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