Hill Country Reunion by Myra Johnson

Author:Myra Johnson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-01T14:50:31+00:00

Chapter Eight

I kissed Diana!

Even better, she’d kissed him back. Willingly, tenderly, as if the breakup and the intervening years had been wiped away in an instant. It didn’t matter that half the town had looked on. It didn’t matter that ten minutes later they had to say goodbye and return to their jobs.

All that mattered was not messing up this chance to win back the woman Tripp had once walked away from.

He practically floated back to the clinic. The pet owners he saw at his next appointments probably wondered why Doc Willoughby couldn’t seem to stop grinning—even at the end of the day, when Sue Ellen Jamison returned with Cleopatra for another dose of worm medication.

“We may need to change Cleopatra’s flea prevention,” Tripp explained as he pressed a tissue to his bleeding left index finger. “Is she outside much?”

“Only in the backyard,” Sue Ellen said, then sheepishly added, “although she does like to catch birds.”

Thus ensued a lengthy conversation about the likely sources of Cleopatra’s tapeworm infestation. At first shocked, then remorseful, Sue Ellen peppered Tripp with questions until he pointedly handed her an informative brochure, then ushered her and the ill-tempered cat out to the front and turned them over to Yolanda.

After hanging up his lab coat, scrubbing his hands and applying an adhesive bandage to his wounded finger, he collapsed in his office chair and phoned Diana. “How was the rest of your day? Any fallout from our rendezvous in the gazebo?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle. How about you?”

“Thought the day would never end so I could talk to you again.” Hearing Yolanda shutting things down, Tripp lowered his voice. “I was hoping maybe I could take you to dinner.”

“Sounds nice. But...maybe we could drive over to Fredericksburg?”

“Where there’s a smaller chance of running into anyone we know?” Tripp chuckled. “Good plan. Can I pick you up at six?”

“I’ll be ready.”

Tripp had just enough time to rush out to the cabin and freshen up. Arriving at Diana’s, he let out a low whistle when she answered the door. Her dark waves skimmed the shoulders of a gauzy aquamarine tunic top that complemented her coloring beautifully. Combined with skinny indigo jeans, strappy sandals and silver hoop earrings peeking from beneath her hair, the effect was entrancing.

Helping her into his SUV, Tripp waited till the last possible second before releasing her hand—and only after she cast him a dubious stare. On the drive over to Fredericksburg, she suggested a few of her favorite restaurants, and he chose one he thought most likely to accommodate his dietary restrictions. His insides were still talking back after the two bites of glazed doughnut he’d stupidly ingested that morning.

The restaurant offered a homey atmosphere, and the quiet corner booth where the hostess seated them made it easy to talk. And they talked plenty, long after the dishes were cleared away. Tripp had so many questions about Diana’s family, what she’d done immediately after finishing college, where she’d gotten the idea for Diana’s Donuts, how each of her pets had found its way into her life.

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