something between the two of them?
“Sit, sit.” Tori ran her hand across the back of Rob’s shoulders as he sat before sliding into the seat beside him. “I saw your truck out there, so I had to come in and say hi.”
Where Bridget favored her mother’s side of the family, Tori favored the Quigley side. The daughter of Dad’s younger sister, she’d inherited the trademark auburn hair and green eyes. And she possessed a killer body to go with them—big boobs, small waist. Her skintight dress only accentuated her assets. Bridget was sure men didn’t run screaming after undressing Tori. But was Rob one of them?
A twinge of envy tugged at Bridget’s heart.
“Hello, Tori,” she said. “You meeting someone for a hot date? I don’t recall you wearing that to work today.”
Tori flipped her hair and flashed one of her fake smiles—all lips, no eyes. “Well, hello, Bridget. I didn’t even see you sitting there. But no, I don’t have a date. I just take pride in my appearance. How come you’re not at home taking care of that knee like you promised Kate?” She shook her head and frowned. “Won’t she be disappointed.”
First a dig, which Bridget may have earned, then a statement from a private conversation. What did Tori hope to accomplish?
Rob sat straighter and put his burger down. Lines of concern crossed his face. “You did hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine,” Bridget said. “Really. I was waiting to eat before I took some ibuprofen.” And why was she explaining herself to him?
“Yes, Bridget is made of some tough stuff, aren’t you?” Tori placed a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. “How’s that beautiful dog of yours doing?”
“He’s doing fine. Although, I’m sure he’s due for his shots.” Rob’s cell phone played “Working for a Living” and he pulled it from his jeans. “Dammit,” he muttered. “Sorry, ladies. I need to take this. I’ll be right back.”
Bridget stabbed her salad while Rob stepped outside. God, she hoped he didn’t have to leave early. She still hadn’t had a chance to ask about his sister.
“Just so you know, I saw him first,” Tori said. “In fact, we got rather close at the wedding. I would have pursued him sooner, but I’ve been letting him grieve.”
“Ahh, so you met at the wedding.”
Tori usually zeroed in on the best-looking available man at any occasion she attended. Problem was, she usually had no problems snagging them. It almost hurt thinking Rob had fallen under her spell.
“Actually, I met him at the clinic. We just got closer at the wedding. It was very magical. Too bad you couldn’t be there.”
Right, because she’d had a choice in the matter.
“How do you suppose he’ll react if he ever got a real good look at you anyway?” Tori whispered.
“Good look at me?” Bridget took a bite of her salad. The lettuce tasted bitter.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. I saw you in the hospital. I saw your body.”
And Tori wouldn’t have any problem spreading the news, either. Didn’t family mean anything to her? Or was that what four older sisters did to a person?
Bridget played it cool, unwilling to let Tori know how much her words hurt. “Then I guess you don’t have anything to worry about. Besides, the only thing between us is business.”
“Business? You mean charity, don’t you? I heard Kate beg him to take you in.”
“Well, if that’s what you heard, then you’ve got nothing to worry about, do you?” The back of Bridget’s eyes stung. Suddenly, the salad was unappealing and her appetite went out the door. She wouldn’t put it past Tori to make up such a thing, but it also sounded like Kate. Bridget would find out the truth in the morning.
“I’ll let you go back to your business dinner, then.” Tori rose and brushed the back of her dress as if she’d sat in filth. With a pivot, she hoisted her purse onto her shoulder and marched out of the restaurant.
This whole dinner thing was a huge
“Sit, sit.” Tori ran her hand across the back of Rob’s shoulders as he sat before sliding into the seat beside him. “I saw your truck out there, so I had to come in and say hi.”
Where Bridget favored her mother’s side of the family, Tori favored the Quigley side. The daughter of Dad’s younger sister, she’d inherited the trademark auburn hair and green eyes. And she possessed a killer body to go with them—big boobs, small waist. Her skintight dress only accentuated her assets. Bridget was sure men didn’t run screaming after undressing Tori. But was Rob one of them?
A twinge of envy tugged at Bridget’s heart.
“Hello, Tori,” she said. “You meeting someone for a hot date? I don’t recall you wearing that to work today.”
Tori flipped her hair and flashed one of her fake smiles—all lips, no eyes. “Well, hello, Bridget. I didn’t even see you sitting there. But no, I don’t have a date. I just take pride in my appearance. How come you’re not at home taking care of that knee like you promised Kate?” She shook her head and frowned. “Won’t she be disappointed.”
First a dig, which Bridget may have earned, then a statement from a private conversation. What did Tori hope to accomplish?
Rob sat straighter and put his burger down. Lines of concern crossed his face. “You did hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine,” Bridget said. “Really. I was waiting to eat before I took some ibuprofen.” And why was she explaining herself to him?
“Yes, Bridget is made of some tough stuff, aren’t you?” Tori placed a hand on his shoulder, getting his attention. “How’s that beautiful dog of yours doing?”
“He’s doing fine. Although, I’m sure he’s due for his shots.” Rob’s cell phone played “Working for a Living” and he pulled it from his jeans. “Dammit,” he muttered. “Sorry, ladies. I need to take this. I’ll be right back.”
Bridget stabbed her salad while Rob stepped outside. God, she hoped he didn’t have to leave early. She still hadn’t had a chance to ask about his sister.
“Just so you know, I saw him first,” Tori said. “In fact, we got rather close at the wedding. I would have pursued him sooner, but I’ve been letting him grieve.”
“Ahh, so you met at the wedding.”
Tori usually zeroed in on the best-looking available man at any occasion she attended. Problem was, she usually had no problems snagging them. It almost hurt thinking Rob had fallen under her spell.
“Actually, I met him at the clinic. We just got closer at the wedding. It was very magical. Too bad you couldn’t be there.”
Right, because she’d had a choice in the matter.
“How do you suppose he’ll react if he ever got a real good look at you anyway?” Tori whispered.
“Good look at me?” Bridget took a bite of her salad. The lettuce tasted bitter.
“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. I saw you in the hospital. I saw your body.”
And Tori wouldn’t have any problem spreading the news, either. Didn’t family mean anything to her? Or was that what four older sisters did to a person?
Bridget played it cool, unwilling to let Tori know how much her words hurt. “Then I guess you don’t have anything to worry about. Besides, the only thing between us is business.”
“Business? You mean charity, don’t you? I heard Kate beg him to take you in.”
“Well, if that’s what you heard, then you’ve got nothing to worry about, do you?” The back of Bridget’s eyes stung. Suddenly, the salad was unappealing and her appetite went out the door. She wouldn’t put it past Tori to make up such a thing, but it also sounded like Kate. Bridget would find out the truth in the morning.
“I’ll let you go back to your business dinner, then.” Tori rose and brushed the back of her dress as if she’d sat in filth. With a pivot, she hoisted her purse onto her shoulder and marched out of the restaurant.
This whole dinner thing was a huge
Similar Books
