Feels So Right. Isabel Sharpe

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СКАЧАТЬ weeks before she walked into his shop, saw pictures of herself and freaked out. Happily, he’d quickly gained her trust and eventually her heart. “How’s things in the physical-therapy world?”

      “Okay. Thanks.” She felt herself blushing, hating the stilted way she spoke, hating the awkwardness that had risen inside her since she was a child, which made the easy banter others took for granted so impossible for her. Once she was comfortable with people, once she trusted them, she was fine. But with Bonnie all but rolling her eyes at Demi’s presence in the room, she couldn’t unbend enough to sound like a normal person. Which of course made Bonnie’s scorn worse. “People keep getting hurt. Keep needing me.”

      “Have you seen that gorgeous guy again?” Angela was all ears. “If he’s been around lately I’ve missed him.”

      “Colin?” Demi felt a funny jolt of adrenaline. How weird that Angela would bring him up today. “I’m seeing him at noon tomorrow.”

      “Ooh!” Angela waggled her eyebrows. “Bonnie, we’re going to have to line up in the hallway and watch this one go by.”

      “I have to take a rain check.” Bonnie shook her head regretfully, glancing at Seth, who sat next to her on the old green couch. “I have a lunch date tomorrow.”

      “Yeah? What’s this one? Garbage man? Prison guard?” Seth tried to look casually interested, but was clearly wary, or at least it seemed that way to Demi. Seth and Bonnie—some romantic history there, Demi was sure of it. Sparks and intimacy flew between them, and whenever they were together they were either fighting or laughing, never indifferent. But with Bonnie signed up on Seattledates.com, they must be on the outs.

      “His name is Don.” Bonnie lifted her chin, smoothing folds of her bright, outrageously patterned top. “He’s a lawyer.”

      “A lawyer.” Jack rolled his eyes. “That’ll be fascinating conversation.”

      “Maybe he’ll show you his briefs,” Seth added.

      “Oh, that is just the most clever line I’ve ever heard a million times.” Bonnie sighed.

      “Yeah, it was lame.” Seth hoisted himself off the couch, stretching his over-six-foot lean frame. “I must need another beer. You want anything, Bon?”

      “No. Thanks, Seth.” Bonnie glanced tenderly at his back; she was clearly capable of deep loyalty and affection—just not for Demi.

      “Good luck, Bonnie,” Jack said. “You certainly deserve a normal experience.”

      “No kidding.” She rolled her green eyes. “It’s been one disaster after another.”

      A snort from Seth, who was at the refrigerator. “Anyone else need anything?”

      “No, thanks.” Angela opened a folder on her lap. “But I have an idea I want to share with you guys. Actually Melissa got me thinking about it.”

      “Uh-oh.” Jack’s dark eyes turned warm. He was totally hot anyway, and looked even hotter when he thought about Melissa. Demi wouldn’t mind some guy turning liquid on her behalf. She’d had one long-term boyfriend in college, one a few years after, then some casual dating but nothing for a while. At twenty-eight, she was starting to wonder about settling down, having babies, the whole deal. Too bad she couldn’t just snap her fingers and find the perfect mate. That’s what her older brother and sister had done, once again demonstrating their ability to sail effortlessly through life. She had no idea how they did it. Everything she accomplished seemed to require superhuman effort.

      “Last summer Melissa had that idea about making Come to Your Senses a one-stop bridal-pampering place, remember?”

      “I loved the idea.” Bonnie nodded enthusiastically. “Flowers from me, cake or pastry from Angela, a portrait by Jack and music from Seth, our very own YouTube sensation.”

      And …? Demi sat silent, not able to tell if the omission was deliberate, unsure whether pointing it out would make things better or worse.

      “And a massage from Demi,” Angela prompted gently.

      “Right.” Bonnie thwacked her forehead. “Sorry, Demi. I forgot you.”

      “’S’okay.” Demi kept her eyes down. The closest she and Bonnie had gotten to friendliness was when Angela and Bonnie bumped into her on their way to go dancing one evening last summer and had dragged her along. It had been one of the most fun nights Demi’d had in a while. She loved to dance. That night alcohol and circumstances had made Bonnie actually pleasant, a start Demi had hoped they could build on afterward.

      Not so much.

      “So, anyway.” Angela broke the awkward silence. “I was thinking we could take the same package idea, but have it available as a holiday special from Thanksgiving through New Year’s Day. We can charge a flat rate and sell certificates people can buy for themselves or as a gift. What do you think?”

      “Wow. I love that idea!” Bonnie grinned, eyes alight, and looked at Seth and Jack for their reactions.

      “Same here,” Jack said. “Get us new business and reward our existing customers. Win-win.”

      “I was talking with Daniel about it last night as a wedding package and whining that we’d missed the summer bridal rush and then it came to me … the holidays!”

      “I love the idea, Angela.” Demi smiled at her. She looked so amazingly happy these days. Last spring she’d fallen for a guy who’d come into her bakery for white cupcakes to commemorate his late fiancée’s birthday. Angela had sneaked in a chocolate cupcake to cheer Daniel up, and ended up doing a lot more than that. On her right hand she wore his diamond promise ring. “It’s brilliant.”

      “I’ve got the perfect jingle.” Seth got a faraway look in his narrow gray eyes, then cleared his throat and started a jazzy tune. “Spend holiday money on your sweetest honey. The cash you’ve paid will ensure you get lai—”

      “Stop!” Angela and Bonnie yelled at the same time, then tried to restrain their giggles.

      “What? What did I do?” Seth dropped his innocent look for a grin and squeezed Bonnie’s shoulder. “Okay, maybe it needs work.”

      “We should plan this out.” Angela started counting on her fingers. “Make posters, work on a jingle for a radio spot—G-rated, thank you, Seth. I also think it’s time to bite the bullet and come up with a communal website. Right now we each have our own. What do you think?”

      There was general assent, lots of joking, lots of constructive brainstorming and thorough planning. Demi was, as always, impressed by the quartet she’d signed on with. They worked hard and had all done well, though she wasn’t sure about Bonnie, who always went oddly quiet when the others discussed their good fortune. She’d also dropped quite a bit of weight in the last six months or so and never seemed terribly busy in her shop. Demi hoped she was just angsting about her romantic life. Maybe she’d fall in love with a nice rich guy. Demi’s sister had done that. Boy had she. And didn’t let anyone forget it for more than twenty seconds.

      The meeting broke up; Demi left the four of them still chatting. She was tired, anxious to get to bed, a little flustered at the idea of seeing Colin again the next day. Often she’d dream about СКАЧАТЬ