The Sometime Bride Page 2

  Carrie took a very long, very deliberate sip of water, then set down her glass.“You know, I never got your last name,” she said with a smile she hoped looked pleasantly interested not recklessly giddy.

  “Davis,” he said as a server sauntered over and turned over his coffee cup. “No,” he told her as she lifted the silver coffee carafe and attempted to pour, “I’m not staying.”

  “You’re not?” Carrie asked, before she could stop herself.

  Mike arched one eyebrow, and the slightest tingle took hold of Carrie’s tailbone. Damn it, she thought, shaking off the confusion. She was not attracted to this man, not attracted one iota. And, she was going to prove it. To him -- and the rest of the world, as well.

  “No, stay,” Carrie said, in her most collected gracious southern tone. “Do stay for coffee. It’s the least I can do for...”

  The server lifted Mike’s cup then colored slightly as Carrie’s words fell off.

  The waitress left and Mike met Carrie’s eye with a sly smile. “You know, I think you almost embarrassed that woman.”

  “Truth told,” Carrie admitted taking a sip of coffee that had grown lukewarm. “I almost embarrassed myself.”

  Mike tore open a sugar packet and dumped the contents into his cup. “Do tell.”

  But Carrie didn’t want to tell -- tell this man any more than she had to. For, in a very big way, she already feared she’d told him way too much. Maybe not in so many words, but certainly with her eyes. Guy who looked like that was bound to be experienced. Would certainly know when a woman was...what? Ogling him? Impossible. Carrie St. John was a business professional, a seasoned woman of the world. She did not ogle. She appraised. And every one of Mike’s assets, darn it, were starting to add up.

  “I never kiss and tell,” Carrie said, realizing afterwards just how flirtatious that sounded.

  Carrie flagged down the waitress and asked for another glass of water, wondering if she wouldn’t be better off having the waitress dump the whole picture in her lap.

  Mike stirred his coffee then set aside the spoon. “Okay by me,” he assured her with earnest green eyes. “Believe me, I won’t be pressing you for details.”

  Carrie shifted in her chair, wondering why his gentlemanly assertion made her heart drop down to her belly. It’s not that she wanted him pressing her -- for details.

  Crimminy! She was a mess!

  Carrie gratefully grabbed for her refilled water and downed half the glass in one long swallow. “Won’t be here for too much longer anyhow,” she said, searching for a reasonable-sounding way out of the corner she’d pinned herself into. “Least ways, not long enough to engage in long-winded conversation.”

  “I see,” Mike said, studying her white-knuckled grip on her water glass. “So then, where will you be going back to?”

  “Mill Creek,” she told him, feeling the room lightly spin around her. As ridiculous as it seemed, there was something about him that made her want to forget about going home altogether. Maybe it was in the heart-stopping way he looked at her, even when he pretended to be making normal conversation. Or maybe it was in the way he looked when he was half undressed...

  Carrie bit into her bottom lip as Mike fell back in his chair with surprise.

  “No kidding? I’m right next door in Redfields!”

  “So what are you doing up here?” she asked, trying to keep her thoughts on the straight and narrow. Straight and narrow? Holy cow! Totally wrong image! What on earth was wrong with her? Never in her life, had her mind been so carnally occupied!

  His eyes fell to his coffee cup. “Maybe it’s best if I don’t kiss and tell either.”

  “You mean,” Carrie asked with surprise, “you were here with a woman?”

  He looked up, little wrinkles creasing his brow. “You find that so amazing?”

  Actually, what Carrie found amazing was that any woman in her right mind who’d come here with Mike in the first place wouldn’t still be here with him now. “What happened?” Carrie asked, softening her voice in concern. “I mean, certainly you don’t have to tell me but --”

  “She dumped me,” Mike said, bright eyes darkening. “Sayonara. Just like that. Didn’t even have the courtesy to say goodbye. Simply walked out at dinner and never came back.”

  “No...” Carrie said, catching her breath on the unbelievable. That actually sounded worse than what had happened to her!

  “Wish I could say it wasn’t so,” Mike said, with a shake of his head, “particularly after all the... Well, never mind,” he told her, fingering the rings through his pants pocket. “None of that matters much now.”

  Mike reached into his chinos and pulled out the pair of rings. “Not quite a matching set,” he said, laying them on the table. But quite an attractive pair just the same.”

  Carrie blanched and looked up. “Are you telling me that... Now, wait a minute --”

  Mike nodded. “Uncanny as it seems, my ring got tossed in the pool as well. Maybe it’s some sort of unwritten bylaw to staying in this place.”

  “Only when the guys involved are first-class jerks,” Carrie said, with a hard edge to her voice.

  A rosy band of color swept across the bridge of her nose. “Oh, sorry... Didn’t mean it to --”

  “So, you’re assuming it was somehow my fault?” Mike asked.

  “Well, it’s only natural. If she felt strongly enough to throw your ring in --”

  And here he’d actually been feeling sorry for her. Had been entertaining these ridiculous thoughts. Ideas that he and this fellow lovelorn soul might actually have something in common. Or maybe he’d just been deluding himself to keep his mind off his raging heartburn.

  Mike pushed back abruptly from the table. “Enjoy the rest of your stay,” he said, dabbing his mouth with his napkin.

  “Wait!” Carrie said, leaning forward across the table and attempting to grab his arm. But it was too late. He’d already laid a ten dollar bill on the table and walked away.

  Carrie tipped the waitress then hurriedly made her way out the front door. Bright sunlight spun gold through lilac bushes lining the cobblestone walk in front of her. Overhead morning birds called out in song as the fragrance of early summer laced the air.

  This was absurd! Carrie didn’t even know where in the inn he’d been staying, much less what kind of car he drove. For all she knew, he’d already gone!

  Carrie looked down in a cold sweat at the two rings nestled in her damp palm. She hadn’t even wanted one, and now she’d been saddled by two of them! One from a man she thought she’d known, but actually didn’t know at all. The other from a virtual stranger!

  Carrie raced down the path, then halted where it met the gravel drive. Off to the left, and down at the bottom of the grassy hill, lay the gazebo -- and the swimming area.

  Of course!, she thought, squaring her shoulders and taking off in that direction.

  Mike sat at the end of the chaise lounge, knowing it was more than just Alexia. His failings at romance had an awful lot to do with himself. Hadn’t he just proven that back at the inn ten minutes ago? Fifteen minutes with a woman who didn’t know him from Adam and she’d already pitched him straight into that flaming barbeque pit.

  Well fine, maybe monogamy wasn’t all it was cracked up to be anyway. Just because he’d always thought he’d wanted a wife and family, didn’t necessarily mean that was in his cards. And every good poker player knew when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em. Maybe, at thirty-eight, it was time Mike cashed in his chips. He’d always yearned to do something different. Move to the Caymans maybe and open up that dive shop he’d always dreamed about.

  Before, with gold-digging Alexia, he’d been reluctant to leave his “stable” job in real estate and pursue something more daring. Now, he had nothing in the world to stop him.

  “Thought I’d find you down here.”

  Mike looked up in surprise to find Carrie standing radiant in the sunlight.

  “I believe I have something of yours,”
she said, walking towards him and turning over his solitaire in her hand.

  Mike stood. “That was awfully nice of you. But you didn’t have to. Particularly after the way I --”

  She gave him the soft smile he’d always known her capable of. “Didn’t mean to offend you -- or imply that you, personally, were any kind of jerk. That’s just...uh, been my own unfortunate experience.”

  “Yeah well, unfortunately, my experience with women hasn’t run much better.”

  A cool morning breeze lifted off the water and fanned Carrie’s long skirt around her legs. “We’re a real pair, aren’t we?” she asked, bending down to smooth out the clingy material that Mike kind of wished she’d left in place. It had been doing a spectacular job at emphasizing the curves of her luscious legs.

  “A couple of losers, you mean?” he asked, wrinkling his brow. “Now, I don’t think I’d go as far to say that.”

  “Losers, absolutely not,” Carrie said coming over and sitting in a nearby chair. “Just down on our luck a bit at the moment.”

  “I’ll say,” Mike said, pulling up another chair and sitting beside her. “Worked a good long time to buy that ring. That last house, especially, was a bear to sell. But I knew if I didn’t have the commission --”

  “You’re in real estate?” she asked, looking amused.

  “What’s so surprising about that?”

  “Oh nothing, really,” she said, pursing her lips and looking toward the pool. “Just somehow I envisioned you in a line of work a little more -- physical.”

  Mike spurted a laugh. “Lifeguard, you mean?" He pondered the notion of giving her mouth-to-mouth as she turned her very kissable lips toward his. Lips that had no business looking so damn inviting on such down-right disastrous morning.

  Carrie shrugged two silky white shoulders that peered out from beneath her halter-style dress. “Well, sure. That -- or a rock climber. Firefighter. Policeman...”

  Carrie bit into her tongue, realizing how very much she sounded as if she were exercising her fantasies. And if she put her mind to it, Carrie was quite certain she could come up with one or two of those involving the well-built man beside her -- clothed or not.

  It was probably getting close to check out and time for Carrie to get back to her room. Her first order of business was calling her grandmother to tell her tomorrow afternoon’s bridal shower was off. It would be a sorrowful disappointment to her grandmother and all of her grandmother’s old friends who’d worked so hard in the planning. Not only that, they’d all been expecting to meet the groom! And here Carrie was having to show up empty-handed.

  Carrie cast a sideways glance at the man beside her, a totally absurd notion popping into her brain. No, he wouldn’t. She wouldn’t even dare to ask!

  “You know the worst part about all of this?” Mike asked, still studying the water. But Carrie truly couldn’t imagine anything worse than the look on her grandmother’s face when Carrie confessed she’d let another eligible bachelor slip right through her ineffectual fingers. “It’s my reunion.”

  “Reunion?” Carrie asked.

  Mike grimaced. “High school. And, for once, I thought I’d finally have a fighting chance to prove them wrong.”

  Carrie heaved a deep sigh, grateful that her own twentieth was still a good, safe five years away. Other than business success, she’d had nothing to show for herself at her tenth, so hadn’t gone. By her twentieth, she’d been certain she’d have a dashing man -- perhaps even a baby or two -- on her arm. Now, she wasn’t so certain.

  “Which one is it?” Carrie asked, thinking she knew but feeling it only polite to ask.

  “Twentieth,” Mike reported with a frown. A frown that didn’t much become him, Carried decided. His was an open expressive face meant for love and laughter. Carrie blinked hard at the thought, wondering where that love part had come from. “And the sad thing is -- after all these years -- I’m only going to prove those fellows right.”

  “Which fellows?” Carrie asked.

  “The ones who voted me ‘Most Likely to Remain a Bachelor’.”

  “Hmm.”

  Mike turned to look at her, his eyes catching a glint of sunshine bouncing off the spreading oaks that surrounded the pool area. They were deep green eyes and swimming like the ocean, a deep lulling current Carrie was quite sure she could get lost in if she wasn’t very, very careful. “That’s not why I proposed to Alexia, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  “Alexia?” Carrie pondered. “Sounds very -- sophisticated.”

  “That’s a polite way to put it.”

  Carrie laughed. “Well, I’m sure not the most objective one to pass judgment at the moment.”

  “And you and yours?” Mike asked. “Mr. So-Wonderfully-Terrific you felt compelled to chuck his ring into the pool?”

  “Well, I doubt I could be very objective about him either,” Carrie admitted, sheepishly studying her toes through the straps of her sandals. “But then again, men like Wilson Haywood don’t deserve much objectivity.”

  Mike cracked a grin. “Wilson, huh? Sounds very -- sophisticated.

  Carrie’s lips pulled into a smile.

  “Say,” Mike began, his eyes alighting with mischief. “I’ve got it! How about we get your Wilson together with my --”

  “Afraid it wouldn’t work,” Carrie said, shaking her head. “Wilson’s already taken.”

  “That fast?! That’s gotta be some kind of...

  “Oh,” Mike said, his cheeks falling in understanding. “No wonder you chucked his ring! So tell me, what was it with this guy? Deaf, blind or stupid? Or possibly, all three?”

  Carrie let loose a belly laugh, delighted with the turn this conversation had taken. “All three, I guess,” she said, giggling into her hand. “And, your girl? Alexis?”

  “Alexia,” Mike corrected.

  Carrie shrugged.

  “You’re right,” Mike agreed. “Really doesn’t matter any more, now does it? I mean, you give a gal the perfect ring...”

  Carrie suddenly realized she still had Mike’s ring clutched in her hand with the other. “Oh my goodness,” she said, attempting to pass it over. “Here! I almost forgot!”

  Mike shook his head. “Finders, keepers.”

  “Now, wait a minute! You left this on the table by accident!”

  Mike gave her a sly wink. A wink that did terrific things for the tingles that had been laying dormant in her spine. “You quite sure of that?”

  “Of course, I’m sure. You went to all the trouble to dig it out of the pool, didn’t you? The ring obviously still means something to you, even if the woman you intended to wear it doesn’t.”

  Yeah, Mike thought, that ring still meant a lot. Like about three thousand dollars, an amount he honestly couldn’t afford to throw away, not with his renewed plans to move to the Caymans. If he was to make that long-lost dream a reality, he’d have to start counting every dime.

  Mike stretched a reluctant hand in Carrie’s direction and took back the ring.

  “Quite a game of ring toss we’re playing here, eh Mike?” Carrie asked with the most compelling smile he’d seen on her face yet. Boy, wouldn’t his old high school buddies just die if Mike showed up with someone like that on his arm. Classy but genuine, with an unguarded warmth that seemed to be getting hotter by the minute.

  Mike wiped an arm across his moistened brow. “Got that right,” he said, giving her a smile. “And, it’s getting a little warm out for ring toss..." Her dark eyes widened, expecting who knows what kind of proposition. “But perfect for a swim,” he finished as he watched the color rush back into her face.

  Yessiree, she was quite a looker. Would knock every one of that high school gang out cold! If only Mike could think up a way to take her.

  “Oh no,” Carrie said, scrambling to her feet, “I’m not much for swimming.”

  “No?” Mike asked, standing beside her. “But why in heaven’s name not? It’s hot as the blazes out --”

  Yes, damn it, C
arrie could quite appropriately feel the heat. It was sticking to every inch of her with gummy fingers that prickled her skin with perspiration and sent a cascade of droplets sliding down her cleavage. But no way in Hades was she going to let a man as perfectly formed as Mike Davis see her practically naked in a swimsuit -- even her modest one-piece kind. Carrie wore her dresses ankle-length for a reason, a reason that centered mostly around her buttocks and thighs.

  “Besides,” Carrie added hastily, “I’ve got some packing to do.”

  “Packing?” Mike asked, looking crestfallen. “But, I thought for sure you were staying. Isn’t there some sort of two-night weekend minimum at this place?”

  “Why yes, but --”

  “Well then, what’s your hurry?”

  And why, Carrie wondered scrunching up her lips, was he trying so hard to convince her to stay? “I’ve got things to do,” she informed him. “Arrangements to -- cancel.”

  “And tomorrow will be too late?”

  “Might be,” she told him, meaning it absolutely. Too late for a lot of things. Particularly her heart. This man, Mike Davis, had an unsettling effect on her. His whole wounded puppy dog ploy had worked wonders at disarming her emotion. Emotion she’d sworn only last night as she stood weeping by this same pool she would indefinitely keep under wraps.

  “Aw, come on,” he coaxed with a crooked grin. “I’ll bet your room’s already paid for.”

  She looked at him and blinked. The fact was, Wilson had already footed the bill.

  “Hey, I’m not proposing anything indecent here." For some reason that admission did not make Carrie happy. “Only a little attempt at sweet revenge.”

  Carrie eyed him suspiciously. “Revenge how?”

  “Revenge in our not letting them ruin our weekend.”

  Big, fat chance of that one, Carrie thought. More than her weekend had been ruined. How about her life? “Listen, Mike,” it’s a sweet idea, your wanting to keep me company and all...”

  Now that was putting it mildly, Mike thought, feeling the rising sun beat down through his stuffy cotton shirt. Disturbingly, he was finding himself wanting to more than ‘keep her company.’ He wanted the opportunity to not even let her out of his sight -- for the next twenty-four hours at least.