need to discuss.”
“I wouldn’t mind, but Mrs. Palmer told me you were free for a few hours today, so let’s goahead and eat before we get down to it, shall we?”
Kelly held on to a forest green, size sixteen ladies polar fleece jacket to keep from falling over. The closer he got, the more she wanted to get down to it , all right. “Oh, she did, did she? Well, she’s the boss. Lunch it is, then we can walk to your office?”
“That would be fine.” Sam scratched his chin for a minute and stared at her with a smile. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Great,” Kelly answered. There was a huge, empty pause in the conversation. Okay, let’s move it along here, she thought. She couldn’t take the long pauses. Sam seemed to get the hint and started toward the door.
“By the way…” Sam said to her as he backed out the door.
“Yes?”
“You clean up great.” He smiled his dazzling smile and strode out.
He may be nice, but he’s got a streak of something in there, Kelly thought to herself. A gleam in his eye she didn’t quite trust.
Kelly and Ginny spent the next two hours shifting stock and sharing tidbits about Sam Grayson’s life. Ginny and Will Palmer had gone to high school with him. Sam was a swimmerback then and had set some state records. That was a new one.
Then the engagement story again: engaged to a girl after law school in Philadelphia, broke it off for some unknown reason. Kelly actually knew more about that one than Ginny did. Amazing.
Everyone was delighted to have him back home. He had taken the job as fill-in prosecuting attorney while Dave Newsom was on vacation for the summer, but was back to regular family law now: estate planning, property stuff, and the occasional divorce.
“Who ever gets a divorce around here?” Kelly asked.
“No one I know in the last ten years. Well, that’s about it about Sam. Thirty-two, single, rich, and mmmmmm,” said Ginny.
“Rich doesn’t matter. Money can get you troubles.”
“Get a grip, Kelly. Poverty can get you troubles, too.”
“True. I just mean it’s his heart that matters.” Kelly frowned. And maybe some guys’ hearts are too nice to break, she added to herself.
“Well, it looks like you get the privilege of exploring that area. Here he comes.”
“He’s early!” Kelly bolted into the back room,grabbed her purse and coat, and came out casually.
“Did I scare you again?” Sam asked.
“Not at all, I just went for my things. Shall we?”
“Have her back by midnight,” Ginny said sternly.
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Sam smiled his bright, white, Robert Redford smile and escorted Kelly out of the store.
“You already are the perfect gentleman,” sighed Ginny to herself as they left.
Sam and Kelly sat across from each other on white wrought-iron chairs. The red-and-white-striped cushions blended in nicely with her clingy red outfit, but that was all that blended. Sitting in Van Decker’s Ice-Cream Parlor with a spiky-haired, tattooed lady just didn’t happen here in Happyville USA.
Sam knew that because he had been going to Van Decker’s since he was a kid. He used to order licorice ice cream to make his mother crazy. Old man Van Decker—the original patriarch of the clan—used to keep it in stock, special, just for him.
So what was he doing bringing Wild Thing here? For some reason he wanted to see if thiswoman knew her way around a hot fudge sundae.
A buzz of whispers surrounded them, a swarm of gossiping locals. When there was not much going in town, a lunch like this could make the local papers.
It was probably good they didn’t know what he was really thinking about the Lady in Red. Right now it had something to do with the fact her nipples were hard from the cold.
This Kelly thing just didn’t fit in with the wife hunt thing. Kelly Applebee clearly wasn’t the marrying kind. She was the other kind. His eyes slid down to her slightly exposed navel. There was a tiny gold ring in
“I wouldn’t mind, but Mrs. Palmer told me you were free for a few hours today, so let’s goahead and eat before we get down to it, shall we?”
Kelly held on to a forest green, size sixteen ladies polar fleece jacket to keep from falling over. The closer he got, the more she wanted to get down to it , all right. “Oh, she did, did she? Well, she’s the boss. Lunch it is, then we can walk to your office?”
“That would be fine.” Sam scratched his chin for a minute and stared at her with a smile. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Great,” Kelly answered. There was a huge, empty pause in the conversation. Okay, let’s move it along here, she thought. She couldn’t take the long pauses. Sam seemed to get the hint and started toward the door.
“By the way…” Sam said to her as he backed out the door.
“Yes?”
“You clean up great.” He smiled his dazzling smile and strode out.
He may be nice, but he’s got a streak of something in there, Kelly thought to herself. A gleam in his eye she didn’t quite trust.
Kelly and Ginny spent the next two hours shifting stock and sharing tidbits about Sam Grayson’s life. Ginny and Will Palmer had gone to high school with him. Sam was a swimmerback then and had set some state records. That was a new one.
Then the engagement story again: engaged to a girl after law school in Philadelphia, broke it off for some unknown reason. Kelly actually knew more about that one than Ginny did. Amazing.
Everyone was delighted to have him back home. He had taken the job as fill-in prosecuting attorney while Dave Newsom was on vacation for the summer, but was back to regular family law now: estate planning, property stuff, and the occasional divorce.
“Who ever gets a divorce around here?” Kelly asked.
“No one I know in the last ten years. Well, that’s about it about Sam. Thirty-two, single, rich, and mmmmmm,” said Ginny.
“Rich doesn’t matter. Money can get you troubles.”
“Get a grip, Kelly. Poverty can get you troubles, too.”
“True. I just mean it’s his heart that matters.” Kelly frowned. And maybe some guys’ hearts are too nice to break, she added to herself.
“Well, it looks like you get the privilege of exploring that area. Here he comes.”
“He’s early!” Kelly bolted into the back room,grabbed her purse and coat, and came out casually.
“Did I scare you again?” Sam asked.
“Not at all, I just went for my things. Shall we?”
“Have her back by midnight,” Ginny said sternly.
“I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” Sam smiled his bright, white, Robert Redford smile and escorted Kelly out of the store.
“You already are the perfect gentleman,” sighed Ginny to herself as they left.
Sam and Kelly sat across from each other on white wrought-iron chairs. The red-and-white-striped cushions blended in nicely with her clingy red outfit, but that was all that blended. Sitting in Van Decker’s Ice-Cream Parlor with a spiky-haired, tattooed lady just didn’t happen here in Happyville USA.
Sam knew that because he had been going to Van Decker’s since he was a kid. He used to order licorice ice cream to make his mother crazy. Old man Van Decker—the original patriarch of the clan—used to keep it in stock, special, just for him.
So what was he doing bringing Wild Thing here? For some reason he wanted to see if thiswoman knew her way around a hot fudge sundae.
A buzz of whispers surrounded them, a swarm of gossiping locals. When there was not much going in town, a lunch like this could make the local papers.
It was probably good they didn’t know what he was really thinking about the Lady in Red. Right now it had something to do with the fact her nipples were hard from the cold.
This Kelly thing just didn’t fit in with the wife hunt thing. Kelly Applebee clearly wasn’t the marrying kind. She was the other kind. His eyes slid down to her slightly exposed navel. There was a tiny gold ring in
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