maybe it’s fate we ran into each other. I’ve been thinking about you lately,” he said, running his hand along her arm, “wondering how you’ve been doing.”
“I’ve been doing fine, Ronald,” Ellie replied, not willing to give him any encouragement. To her surprise, she felt no attraction to him at all. His touch left her cold. At the time of their breakup, she’d wondered if she’d ever get over him. At least she had her answer.
“We should get together,” Ronald suggested. “What are you doing tonight?”
Ellie sighed softly. “Ronald, I’ve started a new life here. What we had didn’t work out and I’ve moved on. I think you should, too. It was good to see you again, but I have to go now.”
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to a stop. “Come on, Eleanor. Don’t be that way. We can still be friends.”
“You dumped me, Ronald. You asked me to give back the pearl necklace you bought me for my birthday and the music box you gave me to put it in. And then you paraded your new girlfriend around the bank just a week after we broke up. I don’t think we can be friends.”
“Don’t say that!” he said, anger lacing his tone. “There’s no reason we can’t—”
“No!” Ellie cried, twisting out of his grip.
“Is everything all right here?”
Ronald looked up, his hand falling to his side. Ellie had never realized how short Ronald was, or how skinny. Compared to Liam Quinn, he looked almost wimpy. “I’m fine,” she said.
“I—I gotta go,” Ronald said. “I’ll see you around.”
He hurried off and Ellie watched him as he disappeared around the corner. Then she turned back to Liam Quinn. “Thanks.”
“Who was that guy?”
“No one.”
He searched her face, as if he didn’t believe her. “It looked like he was angry with you.”
“No, we barely know each other.”
“What did he want?”
Ellie smiled. “Nothing. Just wanted to say hello. Really, I’m fine.”
“Good,” Liam said. “Then I guess I’ll see you tonight.”
As he walked off in the opposite direction, Ellie headed toward her apartment. She fought the impulse to look back, knowing that she didn’t want to appear completely enthralled with him. But when she rounded the corner, she stopped and looked back down the street. Liam was gone. Ellie smiled. At least, this time, she knew her white knight would return.
E LLIE LIFTED THE LID from the pasta pot, then glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall. They’d agreed on a time for dinner, but she didn’t know whether Liam Quinn would expect to eat the moment he walked in or if he’d want to socialize for a while.
When she’d invited him to dinner, it had been an impulsive move. Once she’d had a chance to think about it, she realized that the “date” raised all sorts of problems. Should they go out to dinner or stay in? If they went out, would he insist on paying? Since she’d invited him, the choice of restaurant would be up to her. And she wasn’t yet familiar with many places in Boston. No, she’d made the best decision. She’d prepare a lovely meal at her apartment—and then she’d have him all to herself, with no distractions.
“Don’t do this!” Ellie muttered, letting the lid drop back onto the pot with a clatter. She brushed her hair back from her eyes, then strode into the living room. She found the book open on her coffee table and picked it up. She’d purchased Making Friends with Men just that afternoon, determined not to fall into the same old traps again.
The author wrote quite eloquently about the rewards of male-female friendships, but warned that the moment romance crept into the relationship, it was usually ruined for good. If Ellie hadn’t had such a lousy track record with men, then maybe she would have considered a romance with Liam Quinn. But she was at a point in her life when she needed a friend more than she needed a lover.
“Oh, who are you kidding!” She slapped the book shut and picked up
“I’ve been doing fine, Ronald,” Ellie replied, not willing to give him any encouragement. To her surprise, she felt no attraction to him at all. His touch left her cold. At the time of their breakup, she’d wondered if she’d ever get over him. At least she had her answer.
“We should get together,” Ronald suggested. “What are you doing tonight?”
Ellie sighed softly. “Ronald, I’ve started a new life here. What we had didn’t work out and I’ve moved on. I think you should, too. It was good to see you again, but I have to go now.”
He grabbed her wrist and yanked her to a stop. “Come on, Eleanor. Don’t be that way. We can still be friends.”
“You dumped me, Ronald. You asked me to give back the pearl necklace you bought me for my birthday and the music box you gave me to put it in. And then you paraded your new girlfriend around the bank just a week after we broke up. I don’t think we can be friends.”
“Don’t say that!” he said, anger lacing his tone. “There’s no reason we can’t—”
“No!” Ellie cried, twisting out of his grip.
“Is everything all right here?”
Ronald looked up, his hand falling to his side. Ellie had never realized how short Ronald was, or how skinny. Compared to Liam Quinn, he looked almost wimpy. “I’m fine,” she said.
“I—I gotta go,” Ronald said. “I’ll see you around.”
He hurried off and Ellie watched him as he disappeared around the corner. Then she turned back to Liam Quinn. “Thanks.”
“Who was that guy?”
“No one.”
He searched her face, as if he didn’t believe her. “It looked like he was angry with you.”
“No, we barely know each other.”
“What did he want?”
Ellie smiled. “Nothing. Just wanted to say hello. Really, I’m fine.”
“Good,” Liam said. “Then I guess I’ll see you tonight.”
As he walked off in the opposite direction, Ellie headed toward her apartment. She fought the impulse to look back, knowing that she didn’t want to appear completely enthralled with him. But when she rounded the corner, she stopped and looked back down the street. Liam was gone. Ellie smiled. At least, this time, she knew her white knight would return.
E LLIE LIFTED THE LID from the pasta pot, then glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall. They’d agreed on a time for dinner, but she didn’t know whether Liam Quinn would expect to eat the moment he walked in or if he’d want to socialize for a while.
When she’d invited him to dinner, it had been an impulsive move. Once she’d had a chance to think about it, she realized that the “date” raised all sorts of problems. Should they go out to dinner or stay in? If they went out, would he insist on paying? Since she’d invited him, the choice of restaurant would be up to her. And she wasn’t yet familiar with many places in Boston. No, she’d made the best decision. She’d prepare a lovely meal at her apartment—and then she’d have him all to herself, with no distractions.
“Don’t do this!” Ellie muttered, letting the lid drop back onto the pot with a clatter. She brushed her hair back from her eyes, then strode into the living room. She found the book open on her coffee table and picked it up. She’d purchased Making Friends with Men just that afternoon, determined not to fall into the same old traps again.
The author wrote quite eloquently about the rewards of male-female friendships, but warned that the moment romance crept into the relationship, it was usually ruined for good. If Ellie hadn’t had such a lousy track record with men, then maybe she would have considered a romance with Liam Quinn. But she was at a point in her life when she needed a friend more than she needed a lover.
“Oh, who are you kidding!” She slapped the book shut and picked up
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