Название | The Things We Do For Love |
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Автор произведения | Margot Early |
Жанр | Современные любовные романы |
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Издательство | Современные любовные романы |
Год выпуска | 0 |
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She’d been nasty, and when challenged she’d denied having said anything offensive. Nor was the undercurrent of her words imaginary. Because a week later, she had introduced him to another woman as “the bachelor guru of female satisfaction.”
The bachelor guru.
Which was inaccurate and incomplete.
Graham Corbett was a widower.
THE PHONE AWOKE Mary Anne the next morning. She saw the numbers on her alarm clock—nine-thirty—and snatched the receiver from its cradle. How had she slept so long? “Hello?”
“Mary Anne? It’s Jonathan.”
Her heart pounded. “Oh, hi,” she said, squinting against the autumn’s morning light.
“I just wanted to see how you are this morning. Did you get home okay?”
“Oh. Of course. Thank you. It’s really nice of you to check. I was fine. I am fine,” she corrected.
“Good,” he said. “Good.”
He sounded as nervous as Mary Anne felt.
He said, “There’s something I want to ask you. I ran it by Graham last night, and he was game.”
Dark presentiment hovered.
“I heard what you said about him offering a one-sided view on relationships. So I suggested that you be his guest for a four-week segment on dating. If it works out, we could have you there regularly as a guest.”
Mary Anne blinked. Be on Graham Corbett’s hideous, tacky talk show?
But it was exposure. It was something else for her resumé. She wouldn’t become a celebrity. It wasn’t any different, really, from her radio essays.
But it wasn’t as anonymous as journalism. In journalism there was a dignity lacking in—well…She separated herself mentally from her father’s public and private personas, which were essentially the same. She would never become like him.
“I’m hardly qualified,” she said.
“You’re an attractive woman. You date, right?” Jonathan asked.
You’re an attractive woman. If only it didn’t feel so much as if he was damning her with faint praise. “I date,” she confirmed. Occasionally. Almost never lately, because there was no one she wanted to date.
“You can do it,” Jonathan said. “You’ll give great advice.”
Like how to steal someone’s fiancé with a love potion? The thought of what she’d done the night before was mortifying. In a way, she supposed, it was better that Graham had drunk it. It wasn’t going to work, and this way it was as if she hadn’t actually tried to spike Jonathan’s drink.
Mary Anne said, “I’d like to…think about it.”
“Well, I plan to be at the studio most of the day doing paperwork,” he said. “Come by if you want to talk about it—or just hang out.”
Mary Anne widened her eyes. It was nothing. He was just being a friend. “I…might,” she said.
“Great. I’ll look for you. We’ll go have coffee.”
“I said I might,” she clarified.
“Then, I’ll hope,” he replied.
She hung up the phone, squinting, heart beating hard, playing the conversation through her mind. Come by if you want to talk about it—or just hang out.
Did it mean anything? Was he finally interested in her?
Interested or not, he was engaged to another woman.
And he hadn’t called her on the phone to say that relationship was broken because he’d suddenly realized he didn’t want to marry Angie Workman. Instead, he’d called her and told her he’d be spending the day at the studio. Sunday, when the studio was usually quiet, the station running prerecorded programs.
No, she was being silly. People popped in and out on Sundays.
What if she made an excuse to go down to the station? Was that what he hoped would happen? She couldn’t decide whether that was good or bad.
She called Cameron.
“GRAHAM DRANK the love potion.”
Cameron’s heart sank. It wasn’t that she believed the love potion would work. All the same, Graham Corbett’s drinking it seemed a sign—a sign that he and Mary Anne were going to end up together.
In any case, he was not attracted to Cameron. If he had been, she would have felt it. Lots of men were attracted to her. But last night, when Graham had taken her home, he’d seemed deeply preoccupied.
Cameron lived in an old miner’s company house that had been moved from its original location to the foot of Jack Hollow. When she’d climbed out of Graham’s car, the dogs came to greet her. Wolfie was feral, a black animal almost certainly part wolf, who’d gradually become tame and was loved by the people of the hollow, and his daughter, Mariah, Cameron’s own dog. Cameron had glanced into the car at Graham but he was simply waiting, engine idling. No hope.
She told Mary Anne, “I don’t think he needed to.”
“Needed to do what?”
“Drink the love potion. I think he’s already seriously smitten with you.”
“Well, I’m not smitten with him. What happened when he took you home?”
“Absolutely nothing.”
Mary Anne said, “Well, forget him. Jonathan called.”
Cameron listened to the details, saying, “But he didn’t drink the love potion. Maybe this is what Clare meant—that they don’t always work the way you think.”
“She told me to make sure the right person drinks it.”
Cameron considered, curious. “If I’m up at her place again, I’m going to ask her about other things that have happened with love potions.” Maybe she has something that will help me get over my stupid crush on a man who likes my cousin. “You’re going to do the show with Graham, aren’t you?”
“I don’t know. I’m thinking about it.”
Cameron remembered something she’d meant to ask the night before. “Hey, can you help me with Women of Strength next weekend?”
“As long as it’s not caving.”
Cameron smiled, remembering that on a previous caving trip Mary Anne, who wasn’t proportioned for the sport, had gotten stuck in a narrow passage. “It isn’t this time, but we’re doing Big Jim’s Cave at the end of November and I want you to do that with us. You won’t get stuck there.”
“What’s next week’s joy?”
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