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Parker let out a sigh that ended on a reluctant laugh. "That I never saw it coming, and I thought I was good at that kind of thing. And if it feels this weird to me, it must feel a lot weirder for them. "
"Weird bad?"
"No. No. Just odd. There's the four of us, and the two of them - Jack and Del. Together it's the six of us. Well, seven with Carter, but this is all rooted in pre-Carter. We've been in and out of each other's lives and business for years. Forever for the four of us and Del, and for what, a dozen years with Jack?
When you think of a man as a brother, it's an adjustment to realize not everyone in that same network feels the same. It's almost as strange as it would be if one of us really disliked him. "
"That's what's hanging Em up. "
"I got that. "
"They get all sexy, and that's good, but then the heat backs off. Maybe it backs off for one of them before the other. That's awkward. " Mac checked her mirrors before changing lanes. "Does the one who's still warmed up get their feelings hurt, or feel sort of betrayed?"
"Feelings are feelings. I don't understand why people blame other people for what they feel. "
"Maybe not, but they do. And Emma is the softest of soft touches. She's a whiz at handling men - I bow in awe - but she really feels for them if she doesn't . . . feel for them. You know what I mean. "
"Yeah. " Because they approached the garage, Parked slipped back into the shoes she'd slipped off when she'd gotten in the car. "She'll end up going out with a guy a second, third, fourth time even when she figured out from the first date she wasn't interested. She doesn't want to hurt his feelings. "
"Still, she dates more than the three of us put together. Pre-Carter," Mac added. "And she nearly always manages to shake a man off without denting his ego. I tell you, she's skilled. "
"The trouble is, she's closer to Jack. She loves him. "
"You think - "
"We all love him," Parker finished.
"Oh, that way. True. "
"It has to be hard to break off a relationship with someone you really care about. And being Emma, she's trying to work that part of it out before they up the relationship. Hurting him isn't an option for her. "
Mac considered as she waited at a light. "Sometimes I wish I was as genuinely nice as Emma. But not very often. It's too much work. "
"You have your moments. Me? I'm intimidating. "
Mac snorted. "Oh yeah, you scare the shit out of me, Parks. " She eased through the light. "But you are pretty scary when you put the Parker Brown of the Connecticut Browns cloak on. And if you give it that little swirl, many fall dead. "
"Not dead. Temporarily stunned perhaps. "
"You knocked Linda cold," Mac commented, speaking of her mother.
"You handled that yourself. You stood up to her. "
Mac shook her head. "I'd stood up to her before. Maybe not like this last time, not as tall and straight. But if I started it, you finished her off for me. You add in Carter, and the fact that as, God, kind as he is, he's not susceptible to her bullshit - then the fact she's getting pampered by her rich fiance in New York? My life's gotten a lot smoother. "
"Has she contacted you since?"
"Funny you should ask. This morning, in fact, and as if we'd never had that really ugly last scene. She and Ari have decided to elope. Sort of. Those crazy kids are jetting off to Lake Como next month, and they'll be married at the villa of one of Ari's dear friends once Linda's planned all the details - which is her version of eloping, I guess. "
"Oh God, if you say George Clooney, I'm going to go. "
"If only. I don't think we're invited anyway. She mostly called to make sure I understood she's doing a lot better than Vows for her wedding. "
"What did you say?"
"Buona fortuna. "
"You did?"
"I did. It felt good. And I actually meant it. I do wish her luck. If she's happy with this Ari, she'll leave me the hell alone. So . . . " She turned, turned again, and pulled into the lot of Kavanaugh's. "It's all good. Do you want me to wait, just in case?"
"No, you go on. I'll see you back at the house for tonight's consult. "
Parker got out, adjusted her grip on her portfolio bag as she checked the time. Right on schedule. She scanned the long building that housed what appeared to be offices attached to a large garage. She heard the whoosh of some sort of compressor as she approached, and saw through the open garage doors the legs, hips, and most of the torso of the mechanic who worked on a car on a lift. She caught glimpses of shelves, which she assumed held parts and other paraphernalia, racks of tools. Tanks, hoses.
She smelled oil and sweat, not offensive to her mind. Work odors, productive scents. She approved of them, especially since she saw Emma's car sitting in the lot, very clean and very shiny. Curious, she detoured to it. The chrome glinted in the sunlight, and through the window she noted the signs of meticulous detailing.
If, she mused, the car ran as good as it looked, she'd bring hers here instead of to the dealer for its next regular service.
She crossed the lot toward the office to settle the bill and get the key. Inside, a woman with hair more orange than red sat on a stool at the short leg of an L-shaped counter, pecking with two fingers at the keyboard of a computer.
Her brow furrowed, her mouth twisted in a way that told Parker the computer was not her friend. She stopped, sized Parker up over the top of a pair of bright green cheaters. "Help you?"
"Yes, thanks. I'm here to pick up Emmaline Grant's car. "
"You
Parker Brown?"
"Yes. "
"She called, said you'd be coming to get it. "
When the woman made no move, just continued to stare over the tops of her glasses, Parker smiled politely. "Would you like to see some identification?"
"No. She said what you looked like when I asked, and you look like what she said. "
"Well then, if I could see the bill?"
"I'm working on it. " The woman shifted on the stool, pecked at the keys again. "You can sit right down there. It won't take me long. Take less time if I could just write it out on an invoice pad, but Mal has to have it this way. "
"All right. "
"Vending machines through that door there if you want something to drink. "
Parker thought of her client, and the distance to the bridal boutique, the traffic. "You said it wouldn't take long. "
"It won't. I'm just saying . . . What does this demon from hell want from me?" The woman raked long red nails through her orange frizzy hair. "Why won't it just spit the damn thing out?"
"May I . . . " Parker leaned over the counter, scanned the screen. "I think I see the problem. Just point and click here, with the mouse. " She tapped the screen. "Good. Now see where it says Print? Click that. There you go. Now click on Okay. "
Parker leaned back as the printer clicked into life. "There you go. "
"Click this, click that. I can never remember which click comes first. " But she looked over the counter and smiled for the first time. Her eyes were as bold and engaging a green as the frames of her cheaters.
"Appreciate it. "
"No problem. "
Parker took the bill, sighed a little as she ran down the work. New battery, tune-up, timing, oil change, fan belts, tire rotation, brake pads. "I don't see the charge for the detailing. "
"No charge. First-time customer. Complimentary. "
"Very nice. " Parker paid the bill, then tucked her copy in a pocket of her bag. She took the key. "Thank you. "
"Welcome. Come back when you need to. "
"I believe I will. "
Outside, she walked toward Emma's car, clicking the key lock as she went.
"Hey, hey, hold it. "
She stopped, turned. She recognized the legs, hips, torso she'd seen under the belly of the car in the garage. This view added chest and shoulders. The light spring breeze fluttered through dark hair - that needed a trim - disordered either from work or carelessness. She supposed it suited the strong, sharp lines of his face, and the dark stubble that indicated he hadn't picked up a razor in a day or two. She took it all in quickly, just as she took in the hard set of his mouth and the hot green of eyes that transmitted temper.
She'd have looked down her nose if she hadn't been forced to look up when he stopped in front of her. She angled her head up, met his eyes with hers, and said in her coolest tone, "Yes?"
"You think all it takes is a key and a driver's license?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your battery cables were covered with corrosion, your oil was sludge. Your tires were low and your brake pads damn near shot. I bet you slather yourself with some fancy cream every day of your life. "
"Excuse me?"
"But you can't bother to get your car serviced. Lady, this car was a disgrace. You probably spent more on those shoes than you have on maintaining it. "
Her shoes? Her shoes were none of his damn business. But she kept her tone bland - insultingly bland. "I appreciate that you have passion for your work, but I doubt your boss would approve of the way you speak to customers. "
"I am the boss, and I'm fine with it. "
"I see. Well, Mr. Kavanaugh, you have an interesting business manner. Now, if you'll excuse me. "
"There's no excuse for the way you've neglected this vehicle. I've got it up and running for you, Ms. Grant, but - "
"Brown," she interrupted. "That's Ms. Brown. "
He narrowed his eyes as he studied her face. "Del's sister. Should've seen it. Who's Emmaline Grant?"
"My business partner. "
"Fine. Pass on what I said to her. It's a good car. It deserves better. "
"Be sure I will. "
She reached for the door, but he beat her to it, opened it for her. She got in, placed her bag on the seat beside her, fastened her seat belt. Then froze the air between them with a "Thank you. "
He grinned, fast as a lightning strike. "You mean go to hell. Drive safe," he added and shut the door. She turned the key, found herself mildly disappointed when the engine purred like a kitten. As she drove away, she glanced in the rearview mirror, saw him standing, hip-shot, watching her. Rude, she thought - absurdly rude, really. But he apparently knew how to do his job. When she parked near the bridal boutique where she intended to meet her client, Parker pulled out her BlackBerry to e-mail Emma.
Em. Car is done. Looks and runs better than it has since you bought it. You owe me more than the bill. Will discuss tonight. P
A T HOME, EMMA USED THE TIME BETWEEN APPOINTMENTS TO write itemized contracts. She loved the choices made by her last client, a December bride. Color, color, and more color, she thought. All that hot and bold would be a pleasure to work with in winter. She sent the contract to the client for approval, copied Parker for Vows' files. She smiled when she spotted an e-mail from Jack. Then snorted out a laugh as she read it.
"Trench coat and elbow pads. Good one. Let's see . . . "
You'll need to choose between my red lace elbow pads and the black velvet set. Or I can just surprise you. I'll try them on later with my collection of trench coats. I have a particular favorite. It's black and has a shine so it always looks . . . wet.
Unfortunately tonight won't work for me. But that gives us both more time to think.
"That ought to give you a moment or two," Emma murmured, and hit Send.
