What She Really Wants for Christmas. Debbi Rawlins

what?”

      “The lawsuit. My attorney thinks they’re about to make another offer.”

      “Good.” He slowly set down his beer, clearly avoiding her gaze. “I’m sure everyone wants to put this behind them.”

      “But you haven’t heard anything?”

      This time he looked her straight in the eye. “Is that why you called? So you could pump me for information?”

      “Yes.”

      He didn’t even blink at her bluntness. “Sorry you wasted your time.” His expression grim, he reached into his pocket. “And mine.”

      “Wait. Initially I did want to meet with you so that I could find out what was going on.”

      He pulled out some bills from his silver-and-turquoise money clip and picked up the check the waitress had left.

      Liza plucked the slip of paper out of his hand. “I called you. I’m paying.”

      “Will that assuage your guilt?”

      “Had you been listening, you’d realize that I qualified my answer. This evening turned out to be a pleasant surprise.”

      His mouth curved in a patronizing smile.

      “Look, I’m glad I came, okay?” She dug through her purse, searching for her wallet. Mostly, she didn’t want to face Evan. Screw him. At least she’d told him the truth. She could’ve gone all dewy-eyed and saccharine-sweet to get what she wanted. But she hadn’t. Not that she’d ever use that tactic in a million years.

      “Liza?”

      Grudgingly, she looked up at him.

      His gentle smile disarmed her. “I’m glad you came, too.”

      “Yeah, well, now that the mutual admiration society has met, time to get out of here.” She found a twenty and looked at the bill. God. Even the beer was expensive in this place. She started fishing in her wallet again, but Evan reached over and touched her hand.

      “I’m getting this,” he said and before she knew it, he grabbed the check out of her fingers.

      “Give me that.”

      “Nope.” He already had the money ready and handed the bills to the waitress as she passed by on her way to another table.

      “This is the twenty-first century, in case you’ve just woken up.”

      “A gentleman supersedes any period in time.”

      “Oh, brother.”

      “You ready?”

      “You can stay.”

      He snorted. “Right.”

      “So now you’re insisting on walking me to my car?”

      “You bet.”

      She shook her head as they both got to their feet. “You’re something else.”

      Winking at her, he took her arm with a flourish, the way his grandfather might have escorted his wife.

      Liza laughed. “What am I going to do with you?”

      His smile was far from patronizing when he asked, “Open to suggestions?”

       A S THEY LEFT THE BAR, Evan placed his hand at the small of her back. She was pretty thin, which revived his earlier suspicion regarding her health. Yet her coloring was good and her energy level didn’t seem to be lacking.

      “You’ve lost some weight,” he said once they got on the sidewalk and he’d positioned himself on the outside. Rush-hour traffic hadn’t subsided, and it wouldn’t for another couple of hours.

      She frowned slightly. “Have I?”

      “Must be the stress of the lawsuit.”

      She moved away, self-consciously wrapping her arms around herself. “I guess.”

      “You want my jacket?”

      “Huh? Oh, no. Thanks.”

      “By the way, I haven’t heard anything about the lawsuit.”

      She turned back to him, lowering her arms, suddenly interested again. “Nothing?”

      “Nada.” He shook his head. “But I’m not in the loop around the station. When I’m done for the day, I’m out of there.”

      She turned away again, clearly disappointed.

      “Sorry.”

      “It’s okay.”

      Was it? Now that she knew he couldn’t be of use to her, would she still go out with him again? “I wish you luck, though.”

      She slowed. “Do you? Why?”

      “Because you apparently believe you have a claim. I don’t know the particulars, but—”

      “Don’t give me that. The story’s been splashed across the damn newspaper.”

      “Do you believe everything you read?” he shot back and enjoyed the bewilderment on her face.

      She stared at him for a long moment and then picked up the pace again, her eyebrows pinched together in a fierce frown. “I don’t understand you,” she muttered.

      “I believe you’ve already pointed that out.” He tried not to smile and show just how much he enjoyed puzzling her. She was a bit of a wild one, and he absolutely wasn’t. But that didn’t mean he didn’t like a taste of the exotic once in a while.

      “Yes, well, things haven’t changed.”

      Evan finally smiled. “How about tomorrow night?”

      “What about it?”

      “Dinner, and a chance to figure me out.”

      Her lips started to turn up, and then she sighed and shook her head. “I can’t.”

      “Okay, how about Thursday night?”

      “I can’t.”

      “In other words, I should quit asking.” He watched her closely, hoping he was wrong. Hoping that she hadn’t merely been using him tonight.

      She looked down at her hands and pressed her lips together. “I surprisingly had fun tonight….”

      “Thanks,” he said dryly.

      “I’m awful. I know. But that’s the truth. I expected you to be different,” she said, reminding him how much he found her frankness refreshing.

      “Somehow I sense a ‘but’ coming.”

      “I can’t see you again.”

      “Okay,” he said slowly, realizing he deserved the mental slap. “Seeing someone else?”

      “No,” she said quickly.

      Annoyed with himself, he kept walking beside her, facing straight ahead. He shouldn’t have asked if there was another guy in the picture. The lady said no. That was enough. He was raised better than that.

      They continued in silence to the station’s parking lot. Along the street, Christmas decorations were everywhere. Lights were strung around telephone poles and animated Santas and reindeers blinked from merchants’ windows. It was enough to sour his sudden precarious mood.

      Damn, but he wished his parents would go to Florida for the holidays. But, no, they insisted on staying so the family could have a festive dinner together. They probably only maintained the tradition to keep Evan’s spirits up.

      Ironically, getting together or even acknowledging the holidays was the last thing he wanted to do. Better to hide out at home, play some tunes, read a good book. And try not to