The Saturday Night Supper Club by Carla Laureano

Author:Carla Laureano [Laureano, Carla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / Christian / Romance, FICTION / Contemporary Women
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Published: 2018-02-06T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

“SO TELL ME AGAIN how I got roped into doing this?” Bryan lifted one of the aluminum patio chairs and moved it in the direction Alex indicated, casting a smirk over his shoulder.

“I told Rachel I would have this ready before she gets here to prep for the supper club tomorrow, and she’s already stressed enough. Not having it done might throw her over the edge.”

“So what’s the deal with her? You looked pretty cozy on the Fourth. You still trying to tell me this is a business arrangement?”

Alex thought back to the party and gave a sharp shake of his head. Rachel had opened up a little to him, but there was so much about her still to unpack: the real reason she left home so young, whatever bad experiences had led her to leave her faith behind. She was as protective of her personal beliefs as she was of the Bible she’d whisked out of sight, almost as if she were afraid they’d be used against her.

It was such a stark contrast to the capable, fearless demeanor that it only made him want to dig deeper. Learn her entire story. Get to know her in a way that was decidedly unbusinesslike.

“That’s how she wants it,” Alex answered finally.

“But not how you want it, obviously.”

“Is this how we’re going to play it?” Alex threw back. “Do you want all my innermost feelings now, or should we wait until we paint each other’s toenails later?”

“Look who’s deflecting now, Dr. Alex. You’re usually the one prying.”

“Then I’ll pry. What’s up with you and Rachel’s friend Ana?”

Bryan made a face. “Absolutely nothing. And not for a lack of trying. I asked for her phone number; she said no. I offered my phone number; she said no. I told her if she wasn’t interested in dinner, I’d be willing to skip straight to dessert, and for some reason she still said no.”

“I can’t imagine why she would have said that. Don’t take it personally, though. I guess she’s more into the banker type.”

“She seemed plenty interested that night. And the feeling was mutual, believe me. Hot, smart, and doesn’t take any garbage from anyone. I like it.” Bryan carried the chair cushions and arranged them on their proper chairs, then added and removed outdoor pillows a few times. “What am I supposed to do with these? Fluff them or something?”

“I think you’re supposed to karate chop them. You know, to put that divot in the top.” Bryan looked at him like he’d lost his mind, so Alex walked over and demonstrated. “Like that.”

“Dude, you shouldn’t even know that.”

“I watched HGTV last night hoping for some ideas,” Alex admitted. “I might have oversold my ability to put this together myself.”

“And you think Rachel won’t figure that out? I’ll bet you a hundred bucks she shows up on the night of with a bunch of extra stuff in tow, in case you screwed it up.”

“I’m not dumb enough to take that bet. But I have a secret weapon.

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