Thanksgiving by Janet Evanovich

Author:Janet Evanovich
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: American Light Romantic Fiction, Thanksgiving Day, Man-woman relationships, Fiction, Romance, Va.), Holidays - Virginia - Williamsburg, Romance - General, Colonial Williamsburg (Williamsburg, Large type books, General, Love stories, Fiction - Romance
ISBN: 9780061379727
Publisher: Harperluxe
Published: 2007-10-18T07:00:00+00:00

124

"Hmmm." If it sounded so nice, Megan thought, why hadn't he asked her to

marry him? Pat had taken all the talk of engagement and marriage in

stride. He looked and sounded like a fiance. But he had never seriously

proposed, and the vagueness of their relationship nagged at her.

She didn't want to confront him with it, though. She wasn't sure what

her answer would be if he asked. There was still a small corner of her

that harbored misgivings about marriage. It wasn't so much being married

that bothered Megan. It was the getting married that sent her heart into

a nose dive.

Pat held her at arm's length and studied her face. It was unreadable. As

unreadable as her "hmmm." He always sensed some reserve in Megan. It

seemed alien to her character, but there it was. Always a "hmmm." He

wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement, or maybe just a device

to deter the natural progression of a conversation. "What does 'hmmm' mean?"

"Hmmm' is like a sigh that you say out loud. Instead of going, "sigh"...

you go, 'hmmm." "

"Megan Murphy, that's an evasive answer."

"Hah! Talk about evasive."

125 "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Think about it."

He slung his arm around her shoulders and propelled her toward the

house. He didn't have to think about it. He knew exactly what Megan was

referring to. They were lovers and friends, and they flirted with the

idea of being engaged. They even went so far as to pretend they were

engaged, but they weren't engaged. He'd never asked, and she'd never

answered, and there'd never been an exchange of commitments.

For the first time in his life he found his supply of easy confidence

rapidly dwindling. Med school had been hard, and internship even harder.

Now he was on his own with a fledgling practice and a fistful of debts.

He wasn't sure he could afford the responsibility of a wife and child.

Even if he could afford a family, he wondered if he'd have the time to

be a good father and husband. In a year or two he might be able to take

on a partner. Until then his case load would become more and more

demanding. And as if that weren't enough, he was genuinely worried about

the "hrnmm."

They looked sideways at each other, silently

126 questioning, debating, the wisdom of their involvement.

Pat was the first to turn away. "How about some coffee?"

At two o'clock Megan and her parents arrived at Pat's cottage. Megan had

dressed casually, in soft brown leather boots, a long, full camel skirt,

and a crisp white shirt, accented by an outrageously expensive

russet-and-black print scarf. She brushed imaginary lint from her black

coat while they waited for Pat to answer the door. She was nervous. She

wanted everything to be perfect and she didn't have a clue as to how to

preside over a turkey dinner.

She almost swooned when she entered the cottage. The aroma of roast

turkey, savory dressing, and baking sweet potatoes mingled with the

rich, smoky smell of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The autumn sky

was gunmetal gray, but inside, the little house glowed with the patina

of polished pewter chandeliers and copper kettles.

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