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He considered teasing her about riding in her pink convertible, but he resisted. He couldn’t risk upsetting her again. But that pink car really was a bit much. Thankfully, no one knew him in San Francisco.
He knew he was worrying about something trivial, but it was a guy thing. Guys he knew didn’t ride around in a pink sports car. It just wasn’t done. But then again, any man who turned to check them out would be utterly distracted by the gorgeous blonde next to him. After all, he certainly was distracted to the point where he thought he might be falling in love again.
She’d nailed it.
Clara smiled after walking Andrew through her plan for the bachelor party. Instead of a limo, she’d arranged for a helicopter to circle the city and deliver them to the helipad atop the building where the party would be held. The evening would include a surf-and-turf dinner with all of the trimmings, a favorite of Hugh’s. When you were famous, it was amazing what information was available online.
For the entertainment portion of the evening, she’d done some investigating and found out that the groom was a fan of card games, Texas Hold’em to be exact. So, there would be beautiful women at the party, but they would be the dealers.
She struggled to hold her excitement at bay. “So what do you think?”
Andrew joined her on the sidewalk. He didn’t say anything right away. Her excitement faded as anxiety settled in. She’d thought for sure that she’d nailed it this time.
She mentally started reviewing the plan, trying to think of anything she might have missed, when Andrew spoke up. “I’m impressed.”
A pent-up breath whooshed from her lungs. That was a huge relief.
He nodded. “You do excellent work. And I think the proceeds from the evening should be donated to a charity—something my brother supports.”
“When I was doing research on him—you know to figure out the entertainment for the party—I learned that he supports a wildlife refuge.”
Andrew paused. “I like it.”
“You do?”
“I do. Thank you for everything you’ve done to make this evening perfect for my brother. He’s going to love it. It’s fun but classy. And nothing that Tula would throw a fit about. At least I don’t think so, but who really knows with her.”
Clara clasped her hands, resisting the urge to tell him she’d worked the last forty-eight hours on the plans, even calling in a personal favor or two. Thankfully, it had paid off. A smile pulled at her lips. “Let’s head back to the office to sign the paperwork.”
Andrew’s gaze scanned the area. “First, I think this deserves some sort of celebration, don’t you?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking some ice cream would be perfect.”
“Ice cream?” She hadn’t indulged in some creamy sweetness in far too long. But then, the sensible part of her said she still had that stubborn five pounds to lose. “I don’t know. We just had a latte.”
“That was a long time ago. And I remember just how much you love ice cream. Don’t tell me you’ve given it up.”
“I haven’t. Not really—”
“Good. I see an ice cream shop just across the street. Come on.” Without waiting for her agreement, he set off down the sidewalk.
She pressed her hands to her hips as she stared at his back. He didn’t slow down. In fact, she was impressed by his speed. It just proved to her that if a person was motivated enough, they could do anything.
Clara set off after him. She practically jogged to catch up to him, which was difficult in her heels. It’d been so long since she’d indulged in an ice cream cone that she didn’t know which flavor to pick. They all sounded so good. Her mouth watered.
Andrew stopped on the sidewalk in the middle of the block, waiting for a break in traffic to cross the road. He reached out, taking her hand in his own.
“We can’t cross here,” Clara protested. “There’s no crosswalk.”
Andrew glanced at her and smiled. “I’d forgotten what a stickler you are for rules.”
“Well, I don’t intend to get ticketed for jaywalking.” She attempted to pull her hand from his, but his grip tightened.
“Do they really do that?” When she sent him a puzzled look, he added, “Ticket people for jaywalking.”
“I don’t know. But I don’t intend to find out.”
