Why Not Tonight (Happily Inc. #3)(10)

“Everyone has secrets.”

“What are yours?”

The question seemed to surprise her. “I guess I don’t have any that I can think of. There’s stuff about me you don’t know, but it’s no big deal.”

“Such as?”

She raised her glass. “I really like fancy wine.”

He grinned.

“So the house,” she prompted. “How’d you get it?”

“I bought it. The place was partially finished when I first saw it. The owners had an odd construction style, almost completing it room by room rather than all at once.”

“I knew it.” She pointed her fork at him. “You didn’t furnish this room at all, did you? Because while it’s really nice, this is not your style. I see you more modern—more clean lines, with glass and metal. This furniture is too heavy for you.”

“I never much thought about it.”

“That’s because you’re a guy.”

He looked around the dining room and realized he didn’t much care for the big pieces, especially the hutch.

“The chairs aren’t comfortable,” he admitted.

“First time you’ve sat in them?”

He nodded. “I decorated the family room.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Really? You?”

He chuckled. “I hired someone to decorate the family room, and the master bedroom. I designed the studio myself.”

“That I believe. You would know best what goes where. Work space is intimate. It has to feel right.” She looked at him. “Not that you don’t know any of that.”

“Do you like the studio at the gallery?”

She had a small area in the corner. He and his brothers had taken over most of the rest of it.

“I do. There’s good energy. I like it best when the three of you are working. There’s a lot of creativity and the way you talk to each other is fun.” She grinned. “And you like it when I talk to Mathias and Nick. What did you call it? Background noise?”

“I meant that in the nicest way possible.”

“Uh-huh.” She opened her biscuit and spread butter on each half. “These are my favorite. Along with, you know, the fancy wine. The casserole is good, too.”

“There are cookies in the freezer. We can defrost them after dinner if you’d like.”

She winced. “I put on weight pretty easily. I should probably pass on the cookies.”

He started to say she looked good to him but stopped himself. Under their present circumstances, that might be best left unsaid, even though it was true.

Natalie was petite, with plenty of curves. She had the energy of a person four times her size, with an easy smile. He meant what he said—he always liked it when she was in the studio. She was a balancing force for his demons.

“You might be stuck for a couple of days,” he said instead. “We can save the cookies for another time.”

“Tempting me with bakery goods. I never would have guessed.”

Her eyes were big and brown, half-hidden behind her glasses, but still expressive. He realized he didn’t know anything about her, other than the fact that she’d started working at the gallery two years before.

“Where did you move from?” he asked.

“When I came here? Sacramento.”

“What made you move?”

Her expression was quizzical. “You don’t know?”

He shook his head.

“I thought everyone had heard my sad little story.” She smiled. “I was practically stood up at the altar.”

What? He hadn’t expected that. “You don’t seem upset.”

“It was a while ago and probably for the best. My mom warned me I came from a long line of women who were not lucky in love. I didn’t want to believe her, but I guess it’s true.” She sipped her wine. “Back in Sacramento, I was trying to make it as an artist and failing, so I took an office job and through that I met this guy—Quentin Jones.”

She paused dramatically and sighed. “He was very handsome and smooth. Just supercharming.”

Ronan felt a twinge of something he couldn’t name but he sure didn’t like how it felt. “And?”

“And we started going out. His family owned a couple of car dealerships. One in Sacramento and one in San Diego. I met his parents and they were so nice.” She looked at him. “I liked being a part of a family after losing my mom. When he proposed, I knew it was going to be wonderful. We had a plan. He was going to take over the San Diego dealership and I would run the front office. We’d get a little place of our own.”

Her voice sounded regretful.

“What about your art?” he asked. There was no way Natalie belonged in an office—not full-time. She was meant to be wild and creative, not cooped up.

“I thought being in love was more important, I guess. I’m not sure. When I was with Quentin, my art didn’t seem that important.” She frowned. “He wasn’t exactly encouraging about it, which I didn’t realize until later. Anyway, we planned our wedding here, in Happily Inc. A destination wedding with a princess theme.” She laughed. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“You’d make a very beautiful princess.”