Irresistible. Сьюзен Мэллери

Do you have a minute?”

      “Sure. But let me call you back from the employee phone in the break room.” She scribbled down his number, then hung up and announced she was taking a break.

      Mindy smiled knowingly as Elissa walked past her. She was going to have some explaining to do later.

      She settled in one of the plastic chairs and picked up the phone. Seconds later she heard Walker’s low voice.

      “What’s up?” she asked.

      “I need to come by the restaurant and I wanted to explain why.”

      There was an explanation? “It’s a public place,” she said. “Anyone is allowed.”

      “I know, but this is different.” He paused, then said, “Before I left the Marines, a buddy of mine died. His name was Ben. He was a good kid. Determined. We were friends. He took a bullet and I wrote a letter for his family.”

      “I’m sorry,” she murmured, wishing there were other words, more meaningful words, she could speak.

      “He lost his folks when he was pretty young and grew up in foster care. He didn’t have any family, so there’s no one to send the letter to. But he told me about this girl. Ashley. He was crazy about her and wanted to marry her when he got out. All I know is that they went to high school together and her first name.”

      “You want her to have the letter,” Elissa said, knowing moments like this put her life in perspective. Honestly, what did she have to complain about?

      “Yeah. Ben went to four high schools in four years. I’ve made a list of all the Ashleys and I’m visiting them one by one.”

      Suddenly the call made sense. “Ashley Bledsoe works here.”

      “She’s on the list. I want to come by and talk to her, but I didn’t want to freak you out.”

      She smiled. “I wouldn’t have thought of you as a guy who said words like freak.”

      “I have many sides.”

      She liked the ones she’d seen.

      “Ashley works until two. If you come about one-thirty, we’re pretty slow. You can ask your questions and have lunch.”

      “Sounds like a plan.”

      She tightened her grip on the phone. “I won’t say anything to her,” she told him. She sensed it was important for him to have the conversation himself.

      “I appreciate that. I’ll see you at one-thirty.”

      She hung up, then stared out the window at the parking lot. Ben must have meant a lot to Walker for him to go to all this trouble. It made sense that living through dangerous situations together would forge strong bonds of friendship. Whoever Ben’s Ashley was, she was going to be getting some sad news.

      Elissa tried to remember if her friend had ever mentioned a guy named Ben, but the way Ashley dated, it was tough to keep track of all the guys.

      She stood and walked out of the break room. Both Mindy and Ashley were waiting for her in the short hallway.

      “What?” she asked, knowing they were about to start grilling her.

      “It was a man,” Mindy said with a grin. “A guy called you. And don’t try to pretend it was your dentist or something. He didn’t sound like a dentist.”

      “It was Walker, my neighbor. He had a question.”

      Ashley and Mindy exchanged glances.

      “Uh-huh,” Ashley said. “A question that couldn’t wait until tonight? I can’t believe you’re involved and you didn’t tell us.”

      “I’m not,” Elissa said firmly. “I swear. Walker is my new neighbor. We’ve talked a few times, but that’s it. There’s nothing going on.”

      Neither of her friends looked convinced. She almost told them he would be stopping by later, but then decided to keep that tidbit to herself. One way or the other, they were going to jump to conclusions. She might as well enjoy their reactions to Walker first, as a small payment for what they would put her through.

      WALKER ARRIVED right on time. Elissa didn’t see him walk in, but Mindy breathed a quiet, “Oh my,” which made Elissa look up.

      She had to admit the man was a show all by himself. Even in worn jeans and a polo shirt, he looked both powerful and incredibly sexy.

      Mindy glanced at her. “If that’s your lunch date, I’m going to be very, very bitter.”

      Elissa grinned, passed over a package of sugar and went to seat him.

      “Hi,” she said as she approached. “Are you going to be having lunch with us?”

      “Sure. Can you seat me in your section and send Ashley over?”

      “Of course.”

      She gave him a booth by the window. Most of their lunch customers had left. There were only a half-dozen tables still in use.

      “The burgers are great,” she said. “So are the salads, but you don’t strike me as a salad guy. All the omelets are amazing and you can either get hash browns or fries with them. Oh, and don’t tip me. You can apply the money to the tire.”

      “I’ll take a bacon burger, fries and a Coke, and I will tip you. You can pay me back with it or not.”

      “You’re a stubborn man.”

      He grinned as he passed over the menu. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

      “I work at it. Okay, I’ll put in your order and send over Ashley.”

      She walked to the computer terminal and typed in his lunch, then told her friend that the hunk at table fifteen would very much like a word with her.

      Ashley’s eyes widened. “Elissa, no. He’s yours.”

      “He’s not and this isn’t about asking you out.”

      Ashley pouted. “Then why do I want to bother talking to him?”

      “Just go.”

      Mindy watched the exchange. “That’s interesting. Want to tell me what it’s all about?”

      Elissa quickly filled her in. Mindy sighed.

      “So he’s really not here for you. Bummer.”

      “I’m okay with it,” Elissa said.

      “You shouldn’t be,” her friend told her. “Dammit, Elissa, he’s good-looking, nice and someone doing the right thing. Why aren’t you interested?”

      “I have my plan.”

      Mindy rolled her eyes. “Going another thirteen years without sex isn’t a plan, it’s a death sentence. I know you love your daughter and we all admire that, but you’re taking yourself a little too seriously.”

      Elissa appreciated the concern. “You don’t understand. I have really, really lousy taste in men. If I’m attracted to Walker—and I’m not saying I am—but if I were, there would be something hugely wrong with him.”

      “That’s crazy.”

      “Not for me.”

      Elissa watched as Walker held out a picture. Ashley took it, then shook her head.

      Elissa poured his drink and carried it to his table.

      “She’s not the one,” he said.

      “How many Ashleys have you talked to?”

      “Fifteen so far. I found the easy ones first. I had to travel to Oregon and Montana for two of them.”

      “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

      “Ben