actually enjoy it.
I doubt that, she said honestly. I can't even imagine dating again, Jack. Not after all these years. I think I'm past that.
You never know what will happen in life, or who'll come along. Somehow life gives us gifts when we least expect them or a good kick in the behind. Either one. But it's never what you were expecting.
She nodded, smiling at what he had said, there was a certain truth to it, and then she looked at Jack with a question. What was Paul's mother like? She had met her briefly at the wedding, but it had been hard to tell, there had been so much going on, so many guests, so many important details.
Barbara? He looked surprised at the question. She was a monster. Actually, she was the one who cured me from ever wanting to be married, and I'm sure she would tell you the same thing about me, if you asked her. Except of course that she was foolish enough to remarry. I can hardly remember being married to her anymore, fortunately. She left me nineteen years ago. Next year, I'm planning to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of my independence. They were both laughing as he said it.
Jack Watson, you are awful and irreverent. I bet if the right woman came along you'd marry her in a minute. You're just too busy chasing starlets and models to find her.
How would you know? he asked, feigning innocence, but convincing no one, certainly not Amanda.
I read the papers, she said smugly, and he had the grace to look embarrassed for an instant.
Well, however that may be, I can assure you that if I met Mrs. Right or Miss Right, I would head for the tallest building and leap to the street immediately. I've learned my lesson. I'm being honest with you, Amanda. I couldn't do it.
That's how I feel now, although for different reasons. Oh well, it's not a problem I have to face for the moment, she said with a small sigh as they reached her front door and she turned to thank him. I had a lovely time, Jack, thank you for taking such good care of me, and taking me to dinner to talk about the children. He looked a little startled when she said it, and then he smiled and nodded.
I'll call and tell you what Paul says, he reiterated, and she thanked him again, unlocked her door, went inside, and closed it behind her. She heard the limo drive away as she turned on the light, and was surprised to realize how wrong she had been about him. He was a womanizer certainly, and he made no secret of it, and yet there was far more to him than that. There was something oddly endearing about him, like a young boy gone wild, but with a look in his eyes that made you want to hug him.
For an instant, it almost made warning bells go off in her head. Men like Jack were dangerous, even for fifty-year-old widows, and yet she knew she had nothing to fear from him. He had his chorus line of women, and all they really had in common was their children. But as Jack rode back to Rodeo Drive to check that the store had been properly put to bed, he sat back against the seat and closed his eyes, and all he could see in his mind's eye was Amanda.
Chapter Four
Amanda didn't hear from Jan for the next few days, and Jack called her a week after the party. He said he had something to tell her, and invited her to come to the store, and have lunch with him in his office. And she accepted without any hesitation. She knew full well that his only motive in calling her was to talk about their children.
He was waiting for her downstairs when she arrived and ushered her upstairs to his private office, where lunch had been set up for them with a starched white tablecloth and napkins on the conference room table. They were left alone, and ate lobster salad and caviar and drank Champagne. It was a very elegant little luncheon.
Do you do this every day? she asked, teasing him, and he said only when he wanted to impress someone. Then consider me impressed, because I am. I eat yogurt every day out of the container.
Well, it seems to work. You have an
I doubt that, she said honestly. I can't even imagine dating again, Jack. Not after all these years. I think I'm past that.
You never know what will happen in life, or who'll come along. Somehow life gives us gifts when we least expect them or a good kick in the behind. Either one. But it's never what you were expecting.
She nodded, smiling at what he had said, there was a certain truth to it, and then she looked at Jack with a question. What was Paul's mother like? She had met her briefly at the wedding, but it had been hard to tell, there had been so much going on, so many guests, so many important details.
Barbara? He looked surprised at the question. She was a monster. Actually, she was the one who cured me from ever wanting to be married, and I'm sure she would tell you the same thing about me, if you asked her. Except of course that she was foolish enough to remarry. I can hardly remember being married to her anymore, fortunately. She left me nineteen years ago. Next year, I'm planning to celebrate the twentieth anniversary of my independence. They were both laughing as he said it.
Jack Watson, you are awful and irreverent. I bet if the right woman came along you'd marry her in a minute. You're just too busy chasing starlets and models to find her.
How would you know? he asked, feigning innocence, but convincing no one, certainly not Amanda.
I read the papers, she said smugly, and he had the grace to look embarrassed for an instant.
Well, however that may be, I can assure you that if I met Mrs. Right or Miss Right, I would head for the tallest building and leap to the street immediately. I've learned my lesson. I'm being honest with you, Amanda. I couldn't do it.
That's how I feel now, although for different reasons. Oh well, it's not a problem I have to face for the moment, she said with a small sigh as they reached her front door and she turned to thank him. I had a lovely time, Jack, thank you for taking such good care of me, and taking me to dinner to talk about the children. He looked a little startled when she said it, and then he smiled and nodded.
I'll call and tell you what Paul says, he reiterated, and she thanked him again, unlocked her door, went inside, and closed it behind her. She heard the limo drive away as she turned on the light, and was surprised to realize how wrong she had been about him. He was a womanizer certainly, and he made no secret of it, and yet there was far more to him than that. There was something oddly endearing about him, like a young boy gone wild, but with a look in his eyes that made you want to hug him.
For an instant, it almost made warning bells go off in her head. Men like Jack were dangerous, even for fifty-year-old widows, and yet she knew she had nothing to fear from him. He had his chorus line of women, and all they really had in common was their children. But as Jack rode back to Rodeo Drive to check that the store had been properly put to bed, he sat back against the seat and closed his eyes, and all he could see in his mind's eye was Amanda.
Chapter Four
Amanda didn't hear from Jan for the next few days, and Jack called her a week after the party. He said he had something to tell her, and invited her to come to the store, and have lunch with him in his office. And she accepted without any hesitation. She knew full well that his only motive in calling her was to talk about their children.
He was waiting for her downstairs when she arrived and ushered her upstairs to his private office, where lunch had been set up for them with a starched white tablecloth and napkins on the conference room table. They were left alone, and ate lobster salad and caviar and drank Champagne. It was a very elegant little luncheon.
Do you do this every day? she asked, teasing him, and he said only when he wanted to impress someone. Then consider me impressed, because I am. I eat yogurt every day out of the container.
Well, it seems to work. You have an
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