Catching His Eye. Jo Leigh

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СКАЧАТЬ Both the top and bottom. Sam’s conservative white nightgown seemed hideously dull.

      “Okay, so here’s what I propose,” Hope said, hopping up on the sink counter with far too much energy for four a.m. “I say we give Emily what she wants.”

      “A good night’s sleep?” Zoey suggested.

      Hope gave her a look. “No. One night with Scott Dillon. One perfect night.”

      Sam’s mouth hung open, and she wasn’t alone in her bewilderment. All the girlfriends except Hope, of course, looked stunned.

      “Are you nuts?” Lily asked.

      Zoey nodded. “She’d kill us.”

      Julia sat down on the commode seat. “What are we supposed to do? Hypnotize him into dating her? Buy him for her?”

      Hope smiled. “I don’t think it will come to that. I think, if we do our jobs correctly, Scott Dillon will ask Emily Proctor out of his own accord.”

      “And why would he,” Lily asked, “when he’s never been interested in her before?”

      “Because we’re going to take our little Emily, and turn her into the sexiest, most gorgeous creature he’s ever laid eyes on. That’s why.”

      No one spoke. Someone, Zoey probably, hiccuped. They exchanged glances. Finally Hope threw her arms into the air, accidentally sending Emily’s toothbrush flying into the bathtub. “Well? Are we or are we not The Girlfriends?”

      “We are,” Zoey said.

      “And do we or don’t we help one another?”

      “We do,” Sam agreed. “But—”

      “But nothing.” Hope leaned forward. “We can do this, guys. And you know what’s going to happen? Emily’s going to come away from this with so much self-confidence, with so much pride, that she’ll be able to get any man she wants. Scott Dillon, George Clooney. Whoever.”

      “Little optimistic there, aren’t you, Hope?” Julia asked.

      Hope nodded. “I’d agree if it was just me working on Emily. But it’s us. All of us. We can do this, guys. I just know we can.”

      Julia waved her hand. “One more thing? What if Emily says no?”

      Hope jumped down from the sink. “Then we’ll make her say yes.”

      THE FOOTBALL TROPHIES WERE lined up in perfect symmetry, polished to a high sheen, exactly where they’d been nine years ago when he’d moved out of his parents’ home to go to Texas A&M.

      Scott shifted his attention to the wall, to the pictures, the green and white flags, the display of Sheridan High memorabilia his parents had preserved like a shrine. They had been good days. Important days. But he’d moved on. At least, he’d tried.

      He turned back to his open suitcase and started putting his clothes in the bureau, guilt eating a hole inside him. He didn’t want to be here. He was on the cusp, inches away from a dream career after years of disappointment. Destined, finally, to regain his former glory. But instead of preparing for an interview at ESPN, he was in his old bedroom, in his old town, in his old life.

      It wasn’t fair. But, as Coach Teller always said, nothing’s fair except a fine spring day. Coach. At least Scott would get to visit him. That was a good thing.

      He heard his mother in the hallway, her slippers scratching lightly on the hardwood floor. “Scott?”

      “Yes, Mom?” He shut the top drawer, pasted on a smile and turned to face her. God, she’d gotten old. Old beyond her years. It was frightening.

      He’d been born late in his folks’ lives, when his mother had been forty-one and his father forty-five. His mother had always had more energy than any two people he knew, but now she walked with a shuffle. It took her a long time to climb the stairs. She’d stopped coloring her hair, so it was white now, instead of the strawberry-blonde it had been forever. The vibrant part of her had gone, and he wanted more than anything else to help her get it back.

      The decline had started when his father died. She’d loved the old man, and Scott had a feeling she wanted to join him. But she wouldn’t. Not while she had her son to care for.

      “I’ve made cabbage rolls for dinner,” she said.

      “Ah, Mom, you spoil me.”

      She smiled, and the wrinkles around her eyes made it hard for him to keep his own grin in place. How could he leave her to fend for herself?

      “Do you have everything you need?”

      He nodded. “It’s just like it always was.”

      “It’s home,” she said. “It’ll always be your home. You know that, don’t you?”

      His mother hadn’t ever been a big woman, but she’d shrunk somehow over the years, so when he hugged her, the top of her head came only to his chin. He held her cautiously, afraid to squeeze too hard for fear she’d break. She’d lost too much weight. Her little arms went around his waist, and for a long moment, they rocked each other.

      Scott knew without doubt that he was responsible for this woman, just as she’d been responsible for him for all his growing-up years. She wouldn’t sell the store, and she couldn’t run the store, so that left him.

      Instead of being the newest ESPN sports commentator at the unheard-of age of twenty-six, he was going to be the manager of Dillon’s Market.

      Nothing was fair except a fine spring day.

      “ARE YOU INSANE?”

      Hope shook her head. “Come on, Emily. You know you want to.”

      “I do not!” She hopped off the bed and grabbed her clothes, anxious to get out of her nightgown and end this conversation.

      “You do so,” Hope said, following her across the hotel room to the bathroom. “It’ll be a great adventure. And face it, girl, you need an adventure.”

      “An adventure in humiliation? No, thank you.”

      “Who said anything about humiliation?”

      Emily couldn’t believe her friend was so dense. Actually, Hope was such a dreamer, it made sense she couldn’t see the downside of her little scheme. But Lily had both feet firmly on the ground. Sam had been the most practical person in Sheridan, and now that she’d moved, she was probably the most practical person in San Francisco, too. Zoey had some flights of fancy from time to time, but surely she could see this was a disaster waiting to happen.

      “I’m going to take a shower,” Emily said. “And when I get out, I don’t want to discuss this again. Capiche?”

      Hope opened her mouth, but Emily didn’t stick around to hear her argument. She went into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. Of all the nutty…

      She put her fresh clothes on the counter, turned on the water in the shower, and then she blew it. She СКАЧАТЬ