The Sugarhouse Blues by Mariah Stewart

Author:Mariah Stewart [Stewart, Mariah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gallery Books
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

Des’s instincts had been right on the money. Allie and Cara had grilled her good-naturedly for an hour after she got home, and she suspected they’d be ready for her again first thing in the morning. She rose extra early, got dressed, and crept down the steps. She brought her coffee into the office, where she resumed her search for something that would help them identify the artist who’d painted the theater’s walls and ceiling. She’d carefully gone through half a dozen files when she heard a crunching sound near the office door.

“So not even a little zip when he kissed you good night?” Allie took a bite from the English muffin in her hand.

“It was a very short kiss. Hardly a kiss at all.” Des glanced up to see both her sisters enter the room, Allie in shorts and a T-shirt, Cara in a long sleep shirt. “Gee, Allie, you’re completely dressed and it isn’t even noon.”

“I have to run a few errands.” Allie turned to Cara. “Could I borrow your car?”

“Sure. I’m not going anywhere today.”

“Thanks.” Allie smiled at Cara, then asked, “The first time you kissed Joe, what was it like?”

“Like picking up a live wire and being tossed across the room.”

“That’s chemistry.” Allie wagged her eyebrows and took another bite of her muffin.

“And when was the last time you kissed anyone, chemistry or no?” Des folded her arms on the desktop.

“Oh God, what year is it?” Allie put her head back dramatically. “It’s been so long I can’t even remember. But”—she leveled her gaze at Des—“I know what chemistry feels like. Believe me, once you feel that zap, you don’t forget it. And it’s either there or it isn’t. You can’t make it happen.”

Des rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe I’m being schooled by two women who are divorced.”

“The divorce wasn’t my idea,” Allie and Cara protested at the same time. They laughed and high-fived each other.

“All I’m saying is that chemistry is really important, and if it isn’t there, the relationship is not going to work.”

“There is no relationship yet, Allie. You’re getting ahead of yourself. I had one dinner with Greg. Who knows what will develop?” Des raised her mug to her lips. “Just because that one short kiss didn’t turn me into a puddle of mush doesn’t mean it never will.”

“Not gonna hold my breath,” Allie said.

“It sounds like you like this guy,” Cara noted.

Des sighed. “I do. He’s interesting and he’s just my type.”

“Well, that’s good. I hope it works out for you.”

“So what is your type, Desdemona Hudson?” Allie asked.

“Ummm, I like cute more than handsome. Preppy. Smart.”

“Ahhh, right.” Allie nodded. “Khakis. Blue—or in a pinch, white—cotton button-down shirts rolled up to the elbow. Navy polos and Docksiders. Glasses optional.”

“Yes. Those things. And I like someone who keeps me on my toes. Surprises me,” Des added.

“So what about Greg surprises you?” Allie asked.

“That he had an athletic scholarship to go to Althea.” Des started to take a sip of her coffee when the doorbell rang.

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