infuriates me that I always cave.”
“It’s none of my business, but if you kept saying no, wouldn’t she have to stop? If you keep saying yes, why would she?”
“I know that.” She rapped him in the chest. “Of course, I know that, but she’s relentless and I just want her to go away. I keep thinking, why won’t she just get married again—make it lucky number four—and move away? Far, far away, like maybe Burma. Effectively disappear like my father. Only pop up occasionally. Maybe she’ll meet some guy at this spa, sitting around the pool drinking carrot juice or whatever, fall in love—which is as easy for her as buying shoes. No, easier. Fall in love,” Mac continued, “move to Burma, and leave me alone.”
She sighed, lifted her face. It didn’t feel so cold now, she realized. And the thickening fall of snow was pretty and peaceful. Walking in it, she had to admit, made for a better idea than drinking.
“You’re a saver, aren’t you?” she asked him.
“Ah, you mean like money or old papers?”
“No, as in rescue. I bet you always open the door for somebody if their hands are full, even if you’re in a hurry. And listen to your students’ personal problems even if you have something else you need to do.” She lowered her face to look into his now. “And take marginally drunk women for walks in the snow.”
“It seemed like the thing to do.” Less buzz, he noted, looking into those fascinating green eyes. More sadness.
“I bet you’re sick of women.”
“Do you mean altogether or just at the moment?”
She smiled at him. “I bet you’re a really nice guy.”
He didn’t sigh, but he wanted to. “I’ve been accused of it.” He glanced around, looking for something else to talk about. He should get her back inside, he thought, but he wanted just a little longer with her. In the snowy dark. “So, what kind of birds do you get?” He gestured toward two pretty feeders.
“The kind that fly.” She shoved her hands in her pockets. Neither of them had thought of finding her gloves. “I don’t know much about birds.” Angling her head, she gave him another study. “Are you, like, a bird-watcher?”
“No, not seriously. Just as sort of a hobby.” And God, could he get any geekier? Cut your losses, Carter, and go before it’s too late. “We’d better go back. The snow’s getting heavier.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me what kind of birds I should be watching for? Emma and I stock the feeders since they’re between her place and mine.”
“Her place?”
“Yeah, see.” She gestured toward the pretty two-story house. “The old guest house, and she uses the greenhouses beyond it. I took the pool house. Laurel and Parker third floor of the main, east and west wings, so it’s like having their own place. It’s Parker’s house, pretty much. But Laurel needs the kitchen, I need studio space, Emma the greenhouses. So this setup made the most sense. We hang out at the big house a lot, but we all have our separate spaces.”
“You’ve been friends a long time.”
“Forever.”
“That’s family, isn’t it? The kind without suckatude?”
She gave him a half laugh. “Smart, aren’t you? About those birds . . .”
“You’d spot cardinals easily this time of year.”
“Okay, everybody knows what a cardinal looks like. It’s a cardinal that provided you with a look at my breasts.”
“I beg your . . . What?”
“He flew into the kitchen window and I spilled my drink on my shirt. So. Birds. Besides the red ones that fly into windows. I’m thinking of a belly-crested whopado, like that?”
“Unfortunately, the belly-crested whopado is extinct. But you could spot some of the streaked sparrow species in this area, in the winter.”
“Streaked sparrow species. Since I managed to repeat that without slurring, I must not be close to drunk anymore.”
They walked down the path between the glowing lights and the dark while the snow fell in thick Hollywood
“It’s none of my business, but if you kept saying no, wouldn’t she have to stop? If you keep saying yes, why would she?”
“I know that.” She rapped him in the chest. “Of course, I know that, but she’s relentless and I just want her to go away. I keep thinking, why won’t she just get married again—make it lucky number four—and move away? Far, far away, like maybe Burma. Effectively disappear like my father. Only pop up occasionally. Maybe she’ll meet some guy at this spa, sitting around the pool drinking carrot juice or whatever, fall in love—which is as easy for her as buying shoes. No, easier. Fall in love,” Mac continued, “move to Burma, and leave me alone.”
She sighed, lifted her face. It didn’t feel so cold now, she realized. And the thickening fall of snow was pretty and peaceful. Walking in it, she had to admit, made for a better idea than drinking.
“You’re a saver, aren’t you?” she asked him.
“Ah, you mean like money or old papers?”
“No, as in rescue. I bet you always open the door for somebody if their hands are full, even if you’re in a hurry. And listen to your students’ personal problems even if you have something else you need to do.” She lowered her face to look into his now. “And take marginally drunk women for walks in the snow.”
“It seemed like the thing to do.” Less buzz, he noted, looking into those fascinating green eyes. More sadness.
“I bet you’re sick of women.”
“Do you mean altogether or just at the moment?”
She smiled at him. “I bet you’re a really nice guy.”
He didn’t sigh, but he wanted to. “I’ve been accused of it.” He glanced around, looking for something else to talk about. He should get her back inside, he thought, but he wanted just a little longer with her. In the snowy dark. “So, what kind of birds do you get?” He gestured toward two pretty feeders.
“The kind that fly.” She shoved her hands in her pockets. Neither of them had thought of finding her gloves. “I don’t know much about birds.” Angling her head, she gave him another study. “Are you, like, a bird-watcher?”
“No, not seriously. Just as sort of a hobby.” And God, could he get any geekier? Cut your losses, Carter, and go before it’s too late. “We’d better go back. The snow’s getting heavier.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me what kind of birds I should be watching for? Emma and I stock the feeders since they’re between her place and mine.”
“Her place?”
“Yeah, see.” She gestured toward the pretty two-story house. “The old guest house, and she uses the greenhouses beyond it. I took the pool house. Laurel and Parker third floor of the main, east and west wings, so it’s like having their own place. It’s Parker’s house, pretty much. But Laurel needs the kitchen, I need studio space, Emma the greenhouses. So this setup made the most sense. We hang out at the big house a lot, but we all have our separate spaces.”
“You’ve been friends a long time.”
“Forever.”
“That’s family, isn’t it? The kind without suckatude?”
She gave him a half laugh. “Smart, aren’t you? About those birds . . .”
“You’d spot cardinals easily this time of year.”
“Okay, everybody knows what a cardinal looks like. It’s a cardinal that provided you with a look at my breasts.”
“I beg your . . . What?”
“He flew into the kitchen window and I spilled my drink on my shirt. So. Birds. Besides the red ones that fly into windows. I’m thinking of a belly-crested whopado, like that?”
“Unfortunately, the belly-crested whopado is extinct. But you could spot some of the streaked sparrow species in this area, in the winter.”
“Streaked sparrow species. Since I managed to repeat that without slurring, I must not be close to drunk anymore.”
They walked down the path between the glowing lights and the dark while the snow fell in thick Hollywood
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