That Runaway Summer. Darlene Gardner

dangling earrings. “Everyone makes mistakes when they start out waitressing. If they say they don’t, they’re lying.”

      “Really?”

      “Really,” Jill said.

      Dan bent, retrieved the tray, an overturned plate and the calzone. Jill crouched beside him, picking up the other plate and the pizza, which had miraculously landed tomato-sauce side up.

      “If it isn’t my matchmaker’s choice.” Jill’s smile was impish, the light reaching eyes he now realized were green.

      “But not yours,” he said.

      “Ditto.” She kept smiling at him, appearing genuinely glad to run into him. If he’d learned one thing about her in their short acquaintance, though, it was that she was unfailingly friendly. “Where did you come from?”

      He gestured behind them. “I’m having lunch with my boss. I would have waved, but your back was to me.”

      “Likely story.” She winked at him. “Oops. Shouldn’t have done that. Don’t worry. I stand by what I said the other night. You’re safe from my attentions.”

      Yet she obviously welcomed the pharmacist’s interest.

      “Thanks so much for helping me pick this up,” the waitress said to them both, taking the tray from Dan. “You two are the best.”

      “Hang in there.” Jill got to her feet and Dan followed suit. “Once you get over the opening-day jitters, you’ll make a fabulous waitress.”

      The girl beamed at her. Dan found himself smiling at Jill, too, and curiously reluctant to part from her once the waitress headed back to the kitchen.

      “One more thing before I go.” Jill’s eyes opened so wide that white was visible all around the green irises. “Beware the matchmaker. We’ve got some breathing room because she’s leaving for Hawaii soon, but she’s not convinced we aren’t perfect for each other. She might try another ambush.”

      She grinned and turned back to her table before Dan could say anything. That was probably a good thing, because he should keep the response that came to mind to himself until he figured out what to do about it.

      Because if Penelope made another stab at setting him up with Jill, he’d be all for it.

      “SO WHAT DID YOU WANT to talk to me about?” Jill kept her attention fixed on Chad, fighting the temptation to turn around and sneak another look at Dan.

      So far, Jill had done most of the talking. She didn’t mind. Chad was a quiet sort. If she didn’t press him on the reason he’d asked her to lunch, however, the bill might arrive before he got around to discussing the subject.

      He adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses. Was he stalling for time? Could Penelope have been right? Was Chad screwing up his courage to tell her he was interested, that he viewed their lunch as a first date?

      She breathed in sharply as she belatedly realized Dan could have sized up the lunch that way. It explained his comment about being her matchmaker’s choice but not hers.

      She’d informed Dan after the barbecue that it wasn’t the right time for her to get involved with anyone. Yet less than a week later she was on what could appear to be a date.

      She didn’t owe Dan an explanation, yet suddenly she had an overwhelming desire to rush to his table and clarify that she and Chad were just friends.

      “Mountain bikes,” Chad said.

      His answer didn’t compute. “Come again?”

      “I want to talk about mountain bikes.”

      “Do you ride?” She hit the trails three of four times a week, but had never bumped into him.

      “My friend does.” His voice softened, hinting at his feelings for the friend. “We went to pharmacy school together. I ran into her at a reunion last weekend and she told me about the ride she’s helping to organize across the Poconos.”

      “I heard about that.” Jill no longer belonged to any bike organizations, as she had when she’d managed the shop in Atlanta, but she still checked Web sites for news. “Aren’t they calling it the Poconos Challenge?”

      “Yes.” Chad nodded. “Towns are invited to turn in proposals to host stops along the way. You could make that happen for Indigo Springs.”

      “Me?” Jill gestured to herself. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

      “You ride and you enjoyed working on the spring festival. You’re a logical choice to help put together a bid.”

      She couldn’t dispute either of those facts. Neither could she explain why having her old life intersect with her new one would be risky. She hadn’t managed to elude the private eye on her tail up to this point by luck alone. She was smart enough not to fall into her old habits.

      “It seems to me this is something the mayor’s office should act on,” Jill remarked.

      “Definitely,” Chad said. “I just thought you’d put yourself in an advantageous position if you proposed the idea.”

      “An advantageous position for what?”

      “Borough council.”

      She started. “What makes you think I want to run for the council?”

      “When we worked on the festival, you were the one who went to the mayor with ideas about how to improve downtown parking and attract more tourists,” he said. “You’d be a natural.”

      She couldn’t refute him. The idea of community politics held surprising appeal. She’d discovered during her civic volunteer work that she had a knack for seeing the big picture, a quality that would serve a council member well.

      “Well?” Chad asked. The word was a temptation.

      If she spearheaded an effort to bring the bike race to Indigo Springs in conjunction with the community work she’d already done, she’d be in a great position to run for council.

      She let herself envision it for a moment. Her name on the ballot. The opportunity to do some good for the fine people of Indigo Springs. The questions the local newspaper would ask in order to print her bio in a special election section.

      Who was she kidding? She could no more run for community politics than compete in a Miss Universe pageant.

      “Thanks for thinking of me.” She was surprised it was hard to smile. “But I’m not going to run for office. You can let the mayor’s office know about the bike race yourself.”

      “Okay. If that’s what you want,” he said, then grew quiet at the arrival of the rookie waitress and the second coming of their order.

      A few moments later Chad reached for a piece of his individually sized pizza, biting into a slice as though nothing notable had happened.

      It had, though.

      Jill had gotten another reminder that she’d surrendered her chance to lead a normal life by going on the run with her brother.

      She felt a prickly sensation on the back of her neck and turned, her gaze locking with Dan’s.

      A thrill traveled through her, which was starting to be par for the course. She’d experienced it when they talked over the broken plates and had felt it more strongly during their kiss.

      The sensation provided enough incentive for her to break the connection. The reasons she couldn’t get involved with Dan hadn’t changed, providing ample cause for her to keep her mouth shut about why she was lunching with Chad.

      Dan would eventually discover she and the pharmacist weren’t an item. She’d be smart to use the time until he did to devise a way to stop the thrill.

      CHAPTER THREE

      DAN WAVED OFF THE GNATS