Yes, I Do by Gwynne Forster

Author:Gwynne Forster [Forster, Gwynne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2010-01-15T05:00:00+00:00

Ginger grabbed the nearest chair and barely missed sitting on the floor. No use lying to herself; he made her come alive, and she couldn’t wait to know the ultimate about him—how he’d make her feel and whether what churned inside of her was strong enough to last a lifetime. But maybe he wouldn’t want that. With his steel-like willpower, he could dance on the edge and walk away without a backward glance. Well, she wasn’t bad at that herself. She jumped up, crossed her arms, and stroked her shoulders. Laughter poured out of her, and she whirled around and around. Work, her conscience reminded her, but who could think of work when the taste of him still lingered in her mouth?

At seven the next morning, she took a brisk walk along the river, after which she went to Andy’s Place for breakfast. Amos Logan sat at his usual table in the corner reading The New York Times.

“You want to read, or may I join you?” she asked him.

He put the paper aside. “I can read any time. How’d that case go?”

She gave the waiter her order of half a cantaloupe, toast, eggs, and coffee. “The opposing attorney and I got into a hassle over the charges, and that apparently inspired the couple to make up. At their request, the judge dismissed the case.”

“You got into an argument with the attorney of your client’s wife? In front of the judge?”

She took a few sips of coffee. “Yes, and yes. Judge Williams called us on it, too.”

“Agatha Williams?” Ginger nodded. “Can’t say I’m surprised. I taught her. She’s just the type. Agatha can split any kind of hair. What did you argue about?”

She told him, and had to experience the discomfort of a knowing look from a man of the world.

“Ginger, if I may call you that. Sounds personal to me.”

“It was personal. The problem is that I don’t know in what respect.”

“You’ll find out,” he said and beckoned the waiter for more coffee. “I expect he’ll let you know pretty soon, if he hasn’t already done so. Keep me posted.”

They talked of the local political scene, of the candidates running for different posts and what they thought of them. “A lackluster bunch,” he pronounced.

“I’d better be going,” she said as Clarice walked in dressed in white slacks and a yellow T-shirt that proclaimed, “Pray for Spring. Summer is killing me,” and brought a gale of laughter from Amos.

“You two know each other?” Ginger asked.

They didn’t, so she invited Clarice to join them and soon made her way back to her apartment to dress for work.

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