Match Me If You Can (Chicago Stars #6)(54)

Heath made a second call before he put his phone away and occupied himself with criticizing her driving. “You have plenty of room to pass that truck.”

“As long as I ignore the double yellow line.”

“You’ll be fine if you step on it.”

“Right. Why worry about a silly thing like a head-on collision?”

“The speed limit’s fifty-five. You’re barely doing sixty.”

“Don’t make me stop this car, young man.”

He chuckled, and for a few moments, his tension eased. Soon, however, he was back at it: sighing, tapping his foot, fiddling with the radio. She shot him a dark look. “You’re never going to be able to manage three whole days away from work.”

“Sure I can.”

“Not without your cell.”

“Definitely not. You’ll win our bet.”

“We don’t have a bet!”

“Good. I hate losing. And it’s not really three days. I’ve already put in eight hours today, and I’m taking off for Detroit on Sunday morning. You made plans to get back to the city, right?”

She nodded. She was riding back with Janine, the group’s other unmarried member. He peered over at the speedometer. “You must have spoken to Molly since the party, and I’m guessing she grilled you about this weekend. How did you explain why I was coming with you?”

“I said that someone was at my door, and I’d get back to her. Is that a wild turkey?”

“I don’t know. Did you call her back?”

“No.”

“You should have. Now she’ll be suspicious.”

“What was I supposed to say? That you’re obsessed with sucking up to her sister?”

“No, you were supposed to say that I’ve been working too hard, and it’s made me so tense I can’t appreciate all the great women you’re introducing me to.”

“That’s for sure. You should give Zoe another chance. The harpist,” she added, in case he’d already forgotten.

“I remember.”

“Just because she thinks Adam Sandler is moronic doesn’t mean she has no sense of humor.”

“You think Adam Sandler’s funny,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m immature.”

He smiled. “Admit it. You know she wasn’t right for me. I don’t even think she liked me that much. Although she did have great legs.” He leaned against the headrest, his mouth curling like a Python’s tail. “Tell Molly you can’t find me a wife when all I think about is work. Say you need to get me away from the city this weekend so you can have a serious talk with me about my screwed-up priorities.”

“Which they are.”

“See? You’ve already made progress.”

“Molly’s sharp. She won’t buy that for a minute.” She didn’t add that Molly had already started asking Annabelle probing questions about how she and Heath were getting along.

“You can handle whatever she throws at you. And do you know why, Ace? Because you’re not afraid of a challenge. Because you, my friend, live for challenges, the tougher the better.”

“That’s me, all right. A real shark.”

“Now you’re talking.” They flew past a sign pointing toward the town of Wind Lake. “Do you know where you’re going?”

“The campground’s on the other end of the lake.”

“Let me see.”

As he reached for the crumpled page of directions lying in her lap, his thumb brushed the inside of her thigh, and she got goose bumps. She distracted herself with a little passive aggression. “I’m surprised this is your first trip to the campground. Kevin and Molly come up here all the time. I can’t believe he hasn’t invited you.”

“I never said I hadn’t been invited.” He glanced from the directions to a road marker. “Kevin’s a solid guy. He doesn’t need the same amount of hand holding my younger clients do.”

“You’re weaseling. Kevin’s never invited you up here, and do you know why? Because nobody can relax around you.”

“Exactly what you’re trying to change.” A green-and-white sign with gilt-edged letters came into view on their left.





WIND LAKE COTTAGES


BED AND BREAKFAST


ESTABLISHED 1894



She turned into a narrow lane that tunneled through a dense stand of trees. “I know this might be hard to process, but I think you should be honest. Everybody knows you and Phoebe are at loggerheads, so why don’t you just admit that you saw an opportunity to improve your relationship and took advantage of it?”

“And put Phoebe on guard? I don’t think so.”

“I’m guessing she already will be.”

Another lazy smile. “Not if I play my cards right.”

Fresh gravel pinged against the undercarriage of the car, and a few minutes later, the campground came into sight. She took in the shady commons, where a group of kids were playing softball. Gingerbread cottages with tiny eaves that dripped wooden lace surrounded the grassy rectangle. Each house looked as though it had been painted with brushes dipped in sherbet cartons: one lime green with root beer and cantaloupe trim, another raspberry with touches of lemon and almond. Through the trees she glimpsed a slice of sandy beach and the bright blue water of Wind Lake.