Stop The Wedding!: Night Driving / Smooth Sailing / Crash Landing. Lori Wilde
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someday.”
“A guy has to be on the ball around you,” he murmured.
“Oh?” She sneaked a glance over at him. His eyebrows were drawn up in a pensive expression. “What?”
“For all your openness, you’re much more complex than you appear on the surface.”
“Why, Boone Toliver, is that a compliment?” she teased.
“You’re surprising and fun and…well…I was putting you in the same category as my mother and you don’t belong there.”
“No kidding,” she said fiercely. “I would never ever abandon my kid. No matter what.” It twisted her up inside to think of Boone as a little boy, left without a mom. It had affected him deeply, even if he didn’t want to admit it. It had to have. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for him, growing up knowing that your own mother didn’t want you.
“You’ll make a good mother someday. You’ll be the cool mom and all the kids in the neighborhood will want to hang out at your house.”
That pleased her. “Hey, I’m not a pushover.”
“I know that. You’re something else, Tara Duvall.”
If, three days ago, someone had told her that she’d be in a car on her way to Miami with her grouchy neighbor and he would be saying such nice things about her, she would have laughed until her sides ached. But now? It was alarming how easily she’d grown accustomed to having him around.
Then she realized something extraordinary. She would never be the same after this road trip. Getting to know Boone on a personal level made her realize there were certain qualities she wanted in a man. Qualities she’d never searched for—or found, for that matter—before now. Boone epitomized everything she’d never known she’d wanted in a mate.
Heck, she’d never even known she was ready to start thinking about a mate until this trip.
He had his rough edges, no doubt about it, but didn’t everyone? Those sharp edges and prickly patches were part and parcel of who he was. He was gruff, yes, but it was just a camouflage to hide his vulnerability, and he could admit when he was wrong. Eventually. Not easy for a strong man who was used to being in charge.
The main thing troubling him was that he hadn’t found his place in the world now that he was no longer a soldier. She hoped that she was helping him with that. He seemed pretty directionless since his last knee surgery.
“So,” she said. “Have you thought about what you’re going to do when your knee heals?”
“If it heals.”
“It’ll heal. Third times a charm.”
“You oughta find a way to bottle it.”
“What?”
“That optimism of yours.”
“Would you buy some if I could?”
“Maybe.”
She laughed.
He scowled. “What’s so funny?”
“The fact that if you could buy optimism in a bottle you’re still hesitant to commit to it.”
“I read a study that said pessimists have a firmer grip on reality.”
“Probably, but reality is overrated.”
“The study said that, too. Obviously, the paper was written by an optimist.”
“You know, if I had just a few more months I bet I could turn you.” Tara slipped a sideways glance at Boone.
“Turn me?”
“Into an optimist.”
“You would have your work cut out for you.”
“Would have been fun to try.”
He was studying her intently. “I wish I’d gotten to know you better before. I missed out on some lively conversation.”
“Through no fault of my own. I tried knocking down those walls you’ve got built up around you, but it was a no-go.”
“I should have given you a fair shake.”
“As a friend?” She felt suddenly breathless, but had no idea why. Was he suggesting that if she wasn’t moving to Miami there might have been something between them? But if not for this road trip they would never have gotten to know each other. Such a shame the way things turned out.
“As a better neighbor,” he corrected, crushing any fantasies she once might have had about them being a couple. But hey, the door had closed on that a long time ago. Ah well, it was better this way, wasn’t it?
“You never did answer my question,” she said, realizing it wasn’t the first time he’d avoided the topic of his future. “What are you going to do with yourself when you’re healthy again?”
He squirmed in his seat. “Stupid knee.”
She wasn’t letting him off the hook with the knee excuse. “You know,” she said. “I went through something similar once.”
“You went through a bomb blast?”
She ignored that. “When I was eighteen and in secretarial school—”
“You were a secretary?”
“Don’t sound so shocked. It’s not rocket science.”
“I didn’t mean it that way. I just can’t imagine you chained to a desk. That would be like putting a butterfly in a jar.”
“Anyway, I got mono.”
“That’s not quite the same as going to battle.”
“I know that. I’m not comparing your injury to my mono, I’m just trying to prove a point.”
“Continue.”
“For six weeks, all I did was sleep. My boyfriend who gave me the freaking mono dumped me—”
“What an ass.”
“Thank you. I thought so, too.”
“He did you a favor. You deserve better.”
A sweet tingling started in her stomach, spread lower as she took in his sultry gaze. “Anyway, I also got fired from my job—”
“This was the job as the chipmunk at the amusement park?”
“Yes.”
“Couldn’t very well run around in a chipmunk head with mono, now, could you.”
“Exactly. And I flunked out of secretarial school and had to move back home. When you’re sick and all this bad stuff happens to you, it’s really difficult to fight back. You start to think that this is the way your life is going to be from now on. It’s easy to get depressed and not see all the joys that are waiting around the corner for you.”
“You think?”
“Once I started to feel better, I began to realize something.”
“What’s that?”
“Getting mono was actually a real gift. I’d been studying to be a secretary to please my parents when what I really wanted was to style hair. So I enrolled in beauty school and the rest is history.”
“Glad it worked out for you.”
“Life’s little detours often lead us to our real destination.”
“You sound like a fortune cookie.”
“Clichés are clichés for a reason.”
“They’re trite for a reason, too.”
“I know my little story doesn’t compare