Lakeshore Christmas by SUSAN WIGGS

Author:SUSAN WIGGS
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: MIRA
Published: 2009-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Later that day, Eddie pulled into the gym parking lot and headed for the handball court. Athletics weren’t really his bag, but he liked the game well enough, and he was meeting his friend Bo Crutcher here. A major league pitcher, Bo had a strict winter training regimen which he stuck to with the devotion of a fanatic. For Eddie, a handball game with a baseball pitcher was kind of a mismatch, but it was a good workout.

He found Bo in the weight room. “Ready to get your ass kicked?” Eddie asked him.

“Yeah, I’m shaking.”

“Let’s get going, then. I got a lot I have to do later. Christmas pageant stuff,” he added. “With my new boss, Maureen Davenport.”

“Maureen Davenport.” Bo tried out the name. “What’s she like?”

An interesting question and one Eddie had been contemplating a lot lately. What was she like? “Bossy,” he said. “A take-charge kind of woman.”

“She single?” asked Bo. Up until recently, Crutcher had been the womanizer of the group. These days he was a happily married man, so he transferred his flirtatious ways to his unattached friends.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I didn’t ask,” he said. I didn’t have to.

“Bet she is. So what’s she like?” Bo persisted.

“She’s a librarian, okay? She’s like…a librarian.”

“What’s a librarian like?” Crutcher asked.

“You know, all smart and stuff. Know-it-all attitude, hair pulled back with chopsticks or knitting needles sticking through it, glasses.” A couple of times during auditions, he had glanced at Maureen and caught a glimpse of an attractive woman. When she smiled, when she listened to music, she looked incredibly pretty. And—he couldn’t be sure because he didn’t want to be rude—he thought maybe under the sweater, she might have a figure. Not that it should matter, but he looked for things like that in a woman.

Bo wiggled his eyebrows. “Sounds like just your type.”

“I’m working on the Christmas program with her. And helping her put on a big fund-raiser for the library.”

“You’re going to a lot of trouble for a chick you don’t even like,” said Bo.

“I didn’t say I don’t like her,” Eddie pointed out. “I do like her. Just not, you know, in that way.”

“What way?” Bo asked, playing dumb. He did that a lot.

“You know what way,” Eddie said.

“The way I don’t like that chick?” Bo paused in his workout to indicate a statuesque redhead coming toward them as though on a catwalk. She was drop-dead gorgeous in a tight yoga top and formfitting pants folded down to reveal a glimpse of skin and a belly button ring.

She aimed a cool glance at Bo, her gaze heating up as it progressed from his head to his feet and back again. Then with unhurried leisure, she went to him and planted a lingering kiss on his mouth.

Eddie wasn’t shocked or surprised, just envious. The redhead was Bo’s wife, Kimberly.

“Sure,” he said under his breath, “that way. That’s the way I don’t like Maureen Davenport.”

“Hi, Eddie,” said Kim. “Did you say something?”

“Yeah, I got roped into helping organize a library fund-raiser.

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