she did was sip her wine and search the crowd for Nick.
“So you do things like weddings, birthdays, that kind of thing?” Having to yell was not helping Jayne’s head at all.
“Yes, as well as coordinating conferences, board meetings, whatever the client needs.”
“Nick says you get to travel, too.”
“Sometimes.”
Again, Jayne waited for more. Again there was nothing.
Wow
. Maybe Nick lied; maybe his girlfriend wasn’t so thrilled with Jayne staying at his house. Why else would she be so short with her answers?
Jayne shot Carter a questioning look, but he just grinned behind his bottle and shrugged. What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why was he smiling? This wasn’t funny. Jayne and Abby had never liked each other, and it had caused nothing but problems for Nick. So if Jayne was going to be living here again, and Nick was going to go out with Party PlanningPerfection, then Jayne was going to do everything she could to be friends with her.
Even if LindaLisa didn’t seem the least bit interested.
“I’m a copy editor.” Jayne leaned across the table to be sure LindaLisa heard her. “Or I was, anyway.”
“Yes, Nick told me.” At least this time she stopped craning her neck to find Nick and actually smiled at Jayne.
Jayne wiped her palms across her jeans and smiled back before continuing with her mindless chatter. It took awhile, but she finally managed to learn LindaLisa would be in Vancouver at a trade show for the next few days, she wasn’t a big fan of dogs (allergies), and this was her first Loggers Sports weekend.
Shocking.
Carter was of no help whatsoever, especially after a long-legged blonde walked by in shorts that would make Daisy Duke look like a nun. With a resigned sigh, Jayne sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t that LindaLisa was giving off hostile vibes or anything; she just didn’t seem the least bit interested in talking. The only thing she did seem interested in was Nick and how long it was taking him to get their drinks.
That made two of them.
Jayne all but grabbed the beer bottle out of Nick’s hand when he finally returned.
“Cheers.” She clinked bottles with Carter and Nick, but LindaLisa just leaned in and whispered something in Nick’s ear until he nodded.
“We’ll be back.”
Jayne tipped her bottle in response, then scooted her chair closer to Carter as Nick and LindaLisa wandered off. From this angle Jayne could watch the entire dance floor and not have to yell herself hoarse to talk.
“Okay, one more time,” she said. “Is it Linda or Lisa?”
“Lisa.”
“Right. Lisa.” Jayne expelled the breath she’d been holding, then took a long sip of beer. “Lisa Lisa Lisa. I don’t know why that’s so hard to remember.”
Carter snorted. “Because you’re an idiot. When he went out with Linda Williams in high school, you called her Lisa all the time.”
“I did?” Jayne frowned. All she remembered about Linda Williams was that she’d beenpart of the “cool” crowd, which was why she and Jayne had never been friends. And now Nick was dating another girl who obviously didn’t run in the same crowds as Jayne. Another girl who, in fact, was nothing like Jayne at all.
And that in itself spoke volumes.
“So is … Lisa … pissed because we were late? Is that why she doesn’t want to talk to me?”
“Nah. She’s just kind of quiet.”
“Kind of?”
Jayne shook her head slowly, winced against the pounding, and took another sip of her drink to try and ease the pain.
“Dance with me.” Dickie Garner’s huge hand wrapped around Jayne’s arm and yanked her to her feet. A couple years older and a good hundred pounds heavier, Dickie towered over her by at least a foot, but that didn’t matter because he just lifted Jayne up, wrapped one arm around her back, took her hand in his free one, then waltzed her around the floor to whatever cowboy hick song the DJ was spinning.
“Lookin’ good,
“So you do things like weddings, birthdays, that kind of thing?” Having to yell was not helping Jayne’s head at all.
“Yes, as well as coordinating conferences, board meetings, whatever the client needs.”
“Nick says you get to travel, too.”
“Sometimes.”
Again, Jayne waited for more. Again there was nothing.
Wow
. Maybe Nick lied; maybe his girlfriend wasn’t so thrilled with Jayne staying at his house. Why else would she be so short with her answers?
Jayne shot Carter a questioning look, but he just grinned behind his bottle and shrugged. What the hell was that supposed to mean? And why was he smiling? This wasn’t funny. Jayne and Abby had never liked each other, and it had caused nothing but problems for Nick. So if Jayne was going to be living here again, and Nick was going to go out with Party PlanningPerfection, then Jayne was going to do everything she could to be friends with her.
Even if LindaLisa didn’t seem the least bit interested.
“I’m a copy editor.” Jayne leaned across the table to be sure LindaLisa heard her. “Or I was, anyway.”
“Yes, Nick told me.” At least this time she stopped craning her neck to find Nick and actually smiled at Jayne.
Jayne wiped her palms across her jeans and smiled back before continuing with her mindless chatter. It took awhile, but she finally managed to learn LindaLisa would be in Vancouver at a trade show for the next few days, she wasn’t a big fan of dogs (allergies), and this was her first Loggers Sports weekend.
Shocking.
Carter was of no help whatsoever, especially after a long-legged blonde walked by in shorts that would make Daisy Duke look like a nun. With a resigned sigh, Jayne sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t that LindaLisa was giving off hostile vibes or anything; she just didn’t seem the least bit interested in talking. The only thing she did seem interested in was Nick and how long it was taking him to get their drinks.
That made two of them.
Jayne all but grabbed the beer bottle out of Nick’s hand when he finally returned.
“Cheers.” She clinked bottles with Carter and Nick, but LindaLisa just leaned in and whispered something in Nick’s ear until he nodded.
“We’ll be back.”
Jayne tipped her bottle in response, then scooted her chair closer to Carter as Nick and LindaLisa wandered off. From this angle Jayne could watch the entire dance floor and not have to yell herself hoarse to talk.
“Okay, one more time,” she said. “Is it Linda or Lisa?”
“Lisa.”
“Right. Lisa.” Jayne expelled the breath she’d been holding, then took a long sip of beer. “Lisa Lisa Lisa. I don’t know why that’s so hard to remember.”
Carter snorted. “Because you’re an idiot. When he went out with Linda Williams in high school, you called her Lisa all the time.”
“I did?” Jayne frowned. All she remembered about Linda Williams was that she’d beenpart of the “cool” crowd, which was why she and Jayne had never been friends. And now Nick was dating another girl who obviously didn’t run in the same crowds as Jayne. Another girl who, in fact, was nothing like Jayne at all.
And that in itself spoke volumes.
“So is … Lisa … pissed because we were late? Is that why she doesn’t want to talk to me?”
“Nah. She’s just kind of quiet.”
“Kind of?”
Jayne shook her head slowly, winced against the pounding, and took another sip of her drink to try and ease the pain.
“Dance with me.” Dickie Garner’s huge hand wrapped around Jayne’s arm and yanked her to her feet. A couple years older and a good hundred pounds heavier, Dickie towered over her by at least a foot, but that didn’t matter because he just lifted Jayne up, wrapped one arm around her back, took her hand in his free one, then waltzed her around the floor to whatever cowboy hick song the DJ was spinning.
“Lookin’ good,
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