Stop The Wedding!: Night Driving / Smooth Sailing / Crash Landing. Lori Wilde
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small of her back and escorted her toward the door. He had the strangest urge to grin.
They found a booth near the front door. Tara plunked down. It took Boone a minute to get seated across from her. He dropped his knapsack to the floor and stretched his right leg out across it.
Tara exhaled audibly.
He reached across the table to touch her hand. “You sure you’re okay?”
Her smile was wan. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes. “I’m getting there.”
The waitress came over. Boone ordered oatmeal and toast. Tara ordered the Slam Bang special. He eyed her speculatively. Where did she plan on putting all that food?
“What?” she asked as she handed the waitress her menu.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I have a high metabolism. I can eat like a horse and not gain weight.”
“Good for you.”
She took a sip of the orange juice the server brought her but didn’t meet his gaze. The steam from Boone’s coffee curled up between them. She fiddled with the wrapper from her straw, rolling the paper around her index finger, then unfurling it again.
“So,” she said. “How do you plan to get back home after you ruin your sister’s wedding?”
Boone blinked at her. For all his planning out the route and time scheduled, it had never once crossed his mind how he was going to get back to Montana. He’d been so single-minded about reaching Key West in time to stop Jackie from making a big mistake that he’d forgotten the return trip home.
“I’ll figure something out,” he said.
“Wow, something the great planner hasn’t thought out? I’m shocked.”
“Yeah, well, I was preoccupied.”
“Sticking your nose in your sister’s business.”
“It’s not like that.”
“No?” She planted her elbows on the table, rested her chin into her upturned palms. “What’s it like?”
“This is the first time Jackie has ever been in love. She doesn’t understand that she can’t trust those feelings.”
“Why not?”
“They’re not based on anything solid.” He studied her mouth. “It’s just lust. Not the real thing. You should know that.”
“What does that mean?”
“Guys fall all over you.”
“So?” She narrowed her eyes. “You think I’ve been in love gobs of times?”
“Haven’t you?”
“Just because I’m lively and like people doesn’t mean I go falling in love willy-nilly.”
That was precisely what he’d thought of her. Her house was always filled with people. She dated a lot. It was a natural assumption.
“How many times have you been in love?” he asked, not knowing why he was pursuing this topic. It was none of his damned business.
She studied him for a long moment, her winsome blue eyes drilling into his until he started feeling downright antsy. “How many times have you been in love?”
Boone drummed his fingers on the Formica tabletop. “I asked you first.”
She dropped her hands into her lap, notched up her chin. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.”
“Not even with Chet?”
“Oh, heck no. He was good in bed and lots of fun and I was ready for an adventure. I was going through a cowboy phase, which was why I moved up here with him.”
Jealousy shot through Boone, crisp and concise. The last thing he wanted to think about was Tara in bed with that cowboy. He wondered if she’d ever gone through a soldier phase, and then mentally kicked himself for wondering it.
“So you weren’t crushed when he left?”
“Only because I had to pay the rent all on my own.”
Boone shook his head.
“What?” A smile played at her lips.
“I envy you.”
“For what?”
“The easy way you take life.”
“So you have been in love.” She nodded as if he’d just confirmed something she suspected.
“I thought I was, once. That’s how I know what love is not.”
Tara leaned forward, rubbed her palms together. “Ooh, now it’s getting juicy. What was her name?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Still hung up on her, huh?”
“No, not at all. I’m just embarrassed that I let her make a fool of me.”
“She cheated on you.”
“Yeah.” He bit off the word, grateful to see the waitress coming toward them with their breakfast.
“Well,” Tara said, “at least you’re not commitmentphobic.”
“Are you?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Kinda. Sorta. At least that’s what Chet said.”
“I thought he was the one who left you.”
“Yeah, when I turned down his marriage proposal.”
“Poor Chet,” Boone said, not feeling sorry for ol’ Chet in the least. “You broke his heart.”
She shrugged. “Not on purpose. I was very clear from the beginning that it wasn’t a long-term relationship.”
“Are you always that clear about your expectations from a relationship?”
“Aren’t you?”
“No,” he admitted.
She dug into her breakfast, fork in one hand, knife in the other, both elbows sticking out. The platter was heaped high with bacon and eggs and pancakes and hash browns. “You want some? I got plenty.”
He raised a palm. “I’m good.”
She narrowed her eyes at his oatmeal. “That’s not enough to feed a sparrow.”
“Since I’m not mobile, I have to keep a check on the calorie count.”
“Suit yourself.” She waved a fork. “So what was her name?”
“Who?”
“The one who broke your heart.”
He shrugged.
“You forgot her name?”
“Believe me, I wanted to.”
“Isn’t it a shame we can’t get selective amnesia when it suits us.”
“Shame,” he echoed.
“So what was her name?”
“Does it matter?”
“Not to me, but maybe if you talked about her, you could get over her.”
“I’m over her.”
“You sure?” She sank her teeth into a sausage link.
“Positive.”
“Then tell me her name.”
“Shaina.”
“Pretty name. Was she good in bed?”
“Excuse me?”