Touched by Angels (Angels Everywhere #3)(67)

Jenny had noticed that much herself.

“I had to tell Julia Leonard to wipe the drool off her chin.”

Jenny smiled.

“That guy’s a hunk, girl. How come you never mentioned how handsome he is? It’s like he walked in directly from the range. Someone asked me if he’d left his horse parked outside.” Michelle ditched a paper plate in the trash bag. “There was something else I noticed.”

“What’s that?” Jenny asked, tossing a beer can into the accumulated garbage.

“He only had eyes for you.”

“I’ve known Trey LaRue nearly all my life,” Jenny explained.

Michelle straightened and studied Jenny for a couple of moments. “By the way, what kind of name is Trey, anyway? It sounds like it’s French or something.”

“His real name’s Mark.”

“Mark? How’d his family get Trey out of that?”

“His grandfather’s name was Mark and his father’s name was Mark, and when he was born the story goes that there were so many Marks floating around, they decided to call him Trey.”

“Oh, I get it now. Trey for the third Mark,” Michelle murmured.

“Right.” Jenny returned to picking up the clutter left over from the party.

“Are you going to marry him?” her roommate shocked her by asking next.

“Marry him?”

“Why not?” Michelle asked flippantly. “It’s as clear as melted snow the guy’s in love with you. When I first met him I thought it was rather sweet of him to travel all this way to see you. It’s a definite boost to a woman’s ego to have a man from her past idolize her. I could certainly do with a couple of men like Trey myself.”

“He’s never once mentioned marriage to me, nor will he.” Jenny’s reply was defensive, and she knew it.

Michelle’s eyebrows flirted with her hairline. “You’d be tempted to accept his proposal if he did, wouldn’t you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” But she wasn’t nearly as confident as she sounded. She didn’t know what she’d say if Trey proposed. One thing was certain: she didn’t like the turn their conversation had taken. It hadn’t bothered her when Michelle mentioned the open curiosity of their friends toward Trey. It hadn’t hurt her pride any to have Trey fend off the friendly advances made by the more aggressive of her peers. Frankly, Jenny didn’t blame her friends. Trey had the same overwhelming effect upon her senses.

The few kisses they’d shared before being interrupted had haunted her. She wanted him to kiss and touch her again just so she’d know what they’d shared had been as good as she remembered.

“Can you honestly picture someone like Trey living in New York?” she asked Michelle heatedly. “Within a month he’d go stark, raving mad. Trey’s the type of man who needs plenty of wide-open space.”

“If he loved you . . .”

“No.” Jenny wouldn’t consider it. Besides, it was a moot point. The very idea that he’d propose was ludicrous. He was in town only a few days, exactly how many he had yet to tell her. When he left she’d ride out to the airport with him and see him off. But the mere thought of Trey heading back to Montana produced an emptiness she couldn’t shake.

“Jenny?” Michelle broke into her musings.

She smiled weakly and resumed her task, but her mind wasn’t on it.

“Of course if you married Trey, you wouldn’t necessarily need to live in New York. There are—”

“Are you suggesting I return to Montana?” Jenny demanded. “What are you trying to tell me, Michelle? That it’s time I admitted the truth, that I’m a no-talent wannabe and that I’ll never make it on Broadway or, for that matter, any place else?” She was desperate to breathe by the time she’d finished.

Visibly shocked by Jenny’s outburst, Michelle stood frozen and stared at her.

Jenny sagged into the chair. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I didn’t either,” Michelle whispered. “I believe in you as strongly as I do in myself.”

“I know.” They’d been each other’s cheering squad for too long for Jenny to doubt her friend now. Over the last three years they’d been through so much together. Jenny knew Michelle wished her nothing but unbridled success. Anything else would have been completely out of character.

The phone rang just then.

The last few days had been a tense time for them both. Michelle was due to hear the results of her second audition with John Peterman. If it were in her power, Jenny would award her friend the role, but it wasn’t.

“You want me to get it?” she asked Michelle.

“No, I will,” Michelle answered, and walked over to the wall phone. She reached for it and paused, her hand inches from the receiver. “You get it, all right?” she asked, and moved away.

It pealed a third time before Jenny could reach it.

“I should be the one to answer,” Michelle said abruptly and ripped the receiver off the hook. “This is Michelle Jordan,” she greeted cheerfully, as if she had been sitting idly by the phone without a care in the world. She listened for a moment, then, “Well, hello,” she said seductively, eyeing Jenny. “And how are you?”