Wayward Dreams by Gail McFarland

Author:Gail McFarland
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-58571-622-7
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2012-10-07T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

“I think he was tempted to just let lunch just be lunch, but I figured that if I pushed hard enough, he would call her again.” Kemi dropped the newspaper to the wrought-iron table and set his coffee mug beside it.

“And it worked. Man, I am so glad you guys don’t follow some stupid man rule about calling after a first date.”

“I don’t know about any of that, but I do know that they’ve been talking all week, sometimes a couple of times a day.”

“I know more than that—she took him to Vive la Reine to see the work she’s done on it.”

“Really? When?”

“Wednesday or Thursday night. I think he was going to help her hang some wallpaper, or something.”

“Got to say I’m impressed,” Kemi said, unfurling the yoga mat and giving it a snap to straighten it before dropping it to the terrace floor.

“What’s all that noise? Are you getting ready to work out?”

“Yeah.” Talking with Julia and stretching had become a morning routine, and he had to admit that he looked forward to the conversation. The regular check-ins with Bianca’s sister were preferable, by far, to his morning encounters with Paisley Denham and her giant puppy.

“Got to give it to you, that last call was genius.” Julia licked at the foam topping her latté as she fumbled with her car remote. She was glad she’d taken a different route from the one her trainer usually took. Glenda would wear her butt out if she knew about the stop for coffee, especially since Julia had gotten it fully loaded: whole milk, sugar, the works. “Whatever you said to Harry pretty much lit a fire under him.”

“And set your sister on slow burn.”

“Slow burn is better than no burn,” she said, defensive against the pride she heard in Kemi’s voice. “And I think that getting from lunches to dinners is definite progress.”

“It is, but don’t you think that breakfast would mark even more progress?”

“Ask your brother.”

“I would, except I think he went off without his phone. My calls have gone straight to voicemail. It wouldn’t do that if he had it with him. Wonder where he is?”

“Where do you think he is?”

“With any luck, maybe your sister knows.”

“At ten o’clock on a Saturday morning, if she knows for the reason we’re hoping for…well, she won’t be answering the phone…”

* * *

Stepping off the elevator, Harry slapped at his pockets. He found his phone and was glad, not that he was anticipating an emergency; carrying it was simply a habit—a habit he’d begun to rethink since meeting Bianca Coltrane. She was interesting enough to make a man rethink a lot of old habits.

Like sleeping alone.

He still couldn’t believe they were neighbors, but they were and there was no reason not to take advantage of it. He punched in her number and listened for her voice. The worst thing she could say was no, but he hoped she wouldn’t.

“Hello?”

Her voice, languid and dreamy, excited him at the same time.

“Good morning, Bianca. This is…”

“I know who you are, Harry.

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