Hitched For The Holidays: Hitched For The Holidays / A Groom In Her Stocking. Barbara Dunlop
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cook all weekend.
The seniors sharing their table finally left carrying enough leftovers to feed a football team, and she could sense her father’s relief. Now they could have a real chat and hear each other.
“You don’t know how happy I am to meet you, Eric,” he said in the tone of a magistrate reading a prisoner’s sentence. “I tell you, my little girl’s choice of friends has given me some anxious moments in the past.”
“Please, Dad, let Eric enjoy his dinner.”
“Oh, I’m enjoying it,” he said wickedly.
“Can you believe, when she was sixteen some guy came roaring up to the house on a motorcycle with Mindy on the back?”
“I was wearing a helmet,” she said dryly, giving up on the big slab of cow on her plate.
“They wanted to get matching his and hers tattoos. I was supposed to sign a permission slip because she was under eighteen. I told him he’d be getting his tattoo in the state pen if he didn’t get lost.”
“Pen” was her father’s idea of talking the talk. If she and Eric really were an item, she’d want to crawl under the table.
“It got worse,” Wayne went on. “She brought one idiot home from college her first Christmas break. He was into conspiracy theories. Thought Kennedy had been shot by some baseball player.”
“He was a philosophy major. He enjoyed theoretical problems. Anyway, I was sure I could change some of his radical ideas. He was really nice, if you’d only given him a chance. It was wicked of you to make fun of his ideas.”
“He was a jerk.”
“Daddy! He had great potential. Anyway, Eric knows all about me, and he doesn’t want to hear your prejudiced opinions about a boy you scared away.”
“What is that nut doing now?” her father asked, never one to give up on a subject until he’d fully vented.
“I wouldn’t know.”
This was her year to lie, which made her feel anything but good. There was no way, though, that she was going to tell her father that an old boyfriend had lost everything when his dotcom company went under and was now part owner of a mall taco stand, something she’d accidentally discovered.
“How about you, Eric?” Wayne said. “Have you been married?”
He meant, are you really a married man out to seduce my innocent daughter and ruin her life?
“No, I came close once, but it didn’t work out.”
“Happens sometimes.”
He meant that a good prospect like the doc was better off with his daughter. She could read her father like a supermarket tabloid. Would this evening never end?
Eric looked at his watch, a complicated one with lots of extras, great if you wanted to know what time it was in Siberia. Big mistake. Her father had spent his career working with tiny details like commas. He didn’t miss Eric’s sneak peek.
“Are we keeping you from something?” he asked. He was eating his beans two or three at a time, stretching out the interrogation in spite of hovering busboys eager to clear.
“No, not at all, Wayne, but I may have to help with a delivery later tonight. The bitch has had a hard time of it in the past….”
Whoops! Mindy grabbed his thigh under the tablecloth and squeezed, but it was too late.
“You call your patient a…” Wayne sputtered.
“Dad, you must have misunderstood. Eric isn’t a human doctor,” she tried to explain, her face getting hot.
“I’m human, but my patients aren’t,” he said, trying for humor, but striking out with Dad.
“He’s a vet…a veterinarian.” She said it so emphatically people for tables around stopped eating to eavesdrop.
“Hey, there’s a friend of mine.” Eric stood up and gestured wildly to a man and woman just entering the dining room.
As the couple made their way toward them, Mindy tried to gauge how her father was taking the vet news. He was stone-faced, fussily scraping beans away from the side of the pot.
A tall lanky man with a hawkish nose and a broad smile stopped by their table, a short strawberry blonde hanging on his arm.
“Wayne, this is Guy Dillard and Tammy Jamison. Wayne is Mindy’s father,” Eric said. “Guy is one of the first people I met after I moved here. He’s a pharmaceuticals rep.”
The three men did the hand squeezing thing, her father making it a contest.
“Where’ve you been keeping this gorgeous woman?” Guy asked, ignoring his pouting date.
“We’ve both been busy at work,” Eric said, valiantly trying to make it sound as though the couple already knew her. “The four of us will have to get together soon.”
“I’m hungry,” Tammy whined and pulled Guy toward the waiting hostess. They moved on after a quick nice-meeting-you routine. Mindy couldn’t tell what her father was thinking.
“How long have you two been seeing each other?” Wayne asked.
“Quite awhile,” Eric said.
“More than a year,” she could honestly say, thinking back to Peaches’s first appointment.
“I’m pretty sure you never mentioned Eric is a vet,” he doggedly insisted.
“I have my own practice. Specialize in small animals, especially dogs.”
“Good profession,” her father grudgingly admitted. “Now, about tomorrow. I thought the three of us could do some sight-seeing. I’d like to visit some ancient ruins.”
“I don’t think Eric’s free, but I’d love to take you north to Walnut Canyon or Montezuma’s Well,” Mindy said.
To Eric’s credit, he didn’t even blink.
“I’ll have to see how my patient does,” he said. “Well, I have to run and make sure everything’s okay at the clinic. I’ll call you, sweetheart.”
He stood, shook her father’s hand, thanked him for the dinner, and planted a warm, unexpected kiss on the corner of her mouth.
“Your leftovers…” she gasped.
“Take them to your place,” he said, then practically sprinted away.
He did turn and wave before he was out of sight. She couldn’t have asked for a better performance.
3
ERIC GOT IN LINE to claim his vehicle, a process slowed by a platinum blonde with a face as rigid as porcelain from too much plastic surgery. The woman insisted on giving detailed instructions to a red-jacketed kid on how to deliver her Mercedes. A rotund man beside her looked bored and gave a long-suffering sigh.
Eric would prefer to get the SUV himself, but even if he had the key, it was probably blocked by other cars in the tightly packed lot east of the restaurant. Unfortunately, people were leaving in droves, and four or five drivers were ahead of him. If the pair of attendants didn’t hustle, he’d have to say goodbye to Wayne all over again.
He could see why Mindy needed someone to palm off as a boyfriend. Her father had changed from a nice, normal guy to a fascist meddler when the subject of her relationships came up. No wonder she’d escaped to Arizona for college and stayed there. She certainly seemed like a woman who could run her own life.
A lead-footed valet delivered a sky-blue Cadillac, and Eric moved a couple of steps closer to the podium where they kept the keys. He rolled his claim slip and a five-dollar bill for the tip between his palms and remembered his tie.
He