In The Stranger's Arms

He shrugged helplessly. “I saw a display behind you,” he said without a hint of apology. “Could have been worse.”

“Yes, I’m fortunate that we weren’t standing in the plumbing department,” she agreed as the waitress brought their iced teas.

Wade’s appreciative chuckle made her feel extremely clever.

“Speaking of tools,” he said after he’d dumped two packets of sugar into his glass and stirred it energetically, “I’m meeting the guy with my stuff in front of the Safeway store at three, so I’ll be ready to start ripping off the old material in the morning.” He drank some tea. “Oh,” he added, “I ordered a Dumpster. It’ll be delivered this afternoon.”

Pauline tore her gaze from his tanned throat. Carefully she picked the seeds from her lemon wedge before plopping it back into her glass. “Good idea. Did you rent a storage unit for your things?” He probably owned a lot of fancy furniture and sports equipment. Judging from the long, ropy muscles in his arms, he certainly didn’t look like someone who sat around playing video games on his computer and eating snack chips.

“Sure did,” he replied. “That place by the courthouse seemed reasonable, and there’s decent security.”

“So you’re planning to stay in Crescent Cove for a while?” she probed gently.

“If things work out,” he said enigmatically.

She doubted he was referring to the repairs to her roof, but she resisted the urge to ask. Experience had taught her that asking personal questions invited the same in return. He would hear the gossip soon enough.

The waitress set down their salads, returning immediately with their chowder and a basket of individually wrapped crackers. “Anything else?” she asked, chewing her gum as though she were beating eggs.

When they both shook their heads, she tore their check from her pad and slapped it down between them. “You can pay up front.”

Pauline reached for the check, but Wade beat her. “My invitation, my treat,” he said, waving it triumphantly.

“It’s not a date,” she protested, nipping it from his hand. “It’s just part of doing business.”

He tipped his head to the side as he studied her, his perusal making her uncomfortable. Perhaps she should let him pay.

“What would constitute a date in your estimation?” he asked, sprinkling pepper onto his salad.

She considered the question carefully as she leaned forward to inhale the steam from her chowder. “A date is a social occasion that normally takes place between two people who want to get to know each other better.”

Lord, she sounded as prissy as an old spinster reciting from a Victorian social guide for the corset-prone.

“Hmm.” Wearing a thoughtful expression, Wade began eating.

“What do you mean, hmm?” she demanded, unable to help herself.

He chewed and swallowed with a maddening lack of haste, his gaze never wavering from her face. Finally, feeling self-conscious, she began picking at her salad.

“Using your definition, are you dating anyone at the moment?” he asked.

The unexpected question flustered her. “That’s rather personal, don’t you think?”

Wade unwrapped a little packet of crackers. “I’m new around here, remember? I’m not prying. I’m trying to get to know the locals.”

She had no idea how that related to her dating status, but the current dry spell in her social life was no dark secret. “No, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment,” she replied. “What about you? Will your family be joining you?”

He shook his head. “I’m divorced, no kids.”

She waited for him to continue, but he resumed eating.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, nearly stumbling on the lie. She was surprised that her nose didn’t grow like Pinocchio’s, but she would streak downtown naked before she would admit that his single status was good news. “Was it recent?” she ventured.

His eyes seemed to ice over and a muscle twitched in his cheek, so she was surprised when he answered. “Nearly a year. Have you ever been married?”

Turnabout was fair play, and it served her right for being nosy. “Not quite,” she admitted, dismayed that the subject could still tighten a knot in her stomach well over a decade after the fact. “I was engaged once, but it didn’t work out.” What an understatement! Carter Black had changed her life.

“My turn to say sorry,” Wade said, distracting her from the past, “but I don’t think I’ll bother.”

Still pushing aside the bad memories, she wasn’t sure what he meant, but she realized it was time for a change of subject.

Before she could come up with something totally innocuous, he spoke again.

“What’s it like to grow up in a small town with the same bunch of people?” he asked. “Is it boring or comfortable?”

She took a sip of her iced tea. “A little of both, I guess,” she replied, exchanging waves with two men she knew slightly when they came into the café.

Wade glanced over his shoulder before turning back to Pauline. “Is it true that you all know everyone else’s business?”

Her smile felt forced. “People gossip, just like they do anywhere, but I don’t think it’s worse than anywhere else.” It’s only the scandals that people remember, she wanted to add, like when you catch your fiancé kissing another woman. “I take it you didn’t grow up in a small town?” she asked instead.

He set aside his empty soup bowl. “Me? No, not unless you call Sacramento a small town. We moved around when I was a kid, but always in that same area.”

“That must have been difficult,” she replied as she glanced at her watch, shocked to see how much time had passed since she’d left the shop. “Always being the new kid.”

He ran a hand over his short hair. “No kidding. I’ll bet Steve was a jock, though. What did he play, football?”

“What do you have against jocks?” she asked curiously. “You probably played sports in school.” Wade certainly looked athletic, with his rangy build and muscular arms.

To her surprise, he chuckled, a nice, masculine sound. “I was a real geek in high school,” he admitted. “Member of the math club, president of the science club. But it was always the athletes who got the babes. You know, the guys with lettermen’s jackets and no necks.”

An image flashed across Pauline’s mind of Lily and Steve on her prom night, a golden princess in a long pink dress on the arm of her broad-shouldered prince in his rented tux.

Lily, what happened? She wondered silently. You seemed to be so much in love with each other.

It sure as heck wasn’t the first time that Pauline had been totally wrong about that emotion, but she didn’t plan to make the same mistake again.

“I can’t picture you as a geek,” she blurted.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Wade drawled, his smile widening. “Back then, I was skinny and uncoordinated, with a tendency to stammer whenever I tried talking to girls, which wasn’t often. How about you? I’ll bet you were in the popular crowd.”

“No, my sister was the pretty one.” Pauline fiddled with her straw. “I was a brain, a girl geek, I guess you could say.”

The intensity of his gaze made her uncomfortable. “Your sister must be something if she’s prettier than you,” he said gallantly.

She made a production of checking her watch again. “I really should get back to work.”

“Yeah, me, too. I’ve got a couple of things to do before Frank gets up here with the truck.” He slid from the booth without even trying to wrestle the check from her and donned his sunglasses. “Thanks for lunch. I’ll wait for you outside.”

“You all come back soon,” the waitress told Pauline after she had paid for their meal and added a generous tip. “Enjoy the afternoon.”

Wade was leaning against his car, watching an older couple casting lines off their sailboat. When Pauline approached him, her footsteps crunching on the crushed shells of the parking lot, he straightened.

“You look as though you’d like to join them,” she observed as he held open the passenger door for her. “Do you have a boat?”

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