Scrooge and the Single Girl. Christine Rimmer

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      Jilly sighed. She glanced at her watch—8:17. At this rate, she’d be an old woman by the time the hour was up.

      Yes, she knew it. A total inability to lie still and do nothing unless she happened to be asleep was another of her faults. But she would do it. She would keep her agreement with him. Forty-eight more minutes of staring at the ceiling coming right up.

      Missy, who’d apparently taken it upon herself to wander into Will’s bedroom, came sliding through the split in the curtain—this one printed with palm trees—that served as his bedroom door. She strutted across the black-and-red spotted linoleum, tail held high.

      Jilly couldn’t resist. She lowered her left hand close to the floor and gestured to Missy to come over and see her.

      Will looked up. “Problem?”

      “No, not at all.” Jilly folded her hands on her stomach again and made herself stare ceiling-ward. But a minute later, she couldn’t resist a glance in Missy’s direction.

      The traitor. She’d found a seat near Will’s feet and was looking up at him as if she understood the true meaning of love at last.

      Jilly lifted the ice pack briefly in order to check out the bump on her head. It didn’t feel all that bad. And her headache really was better. There was no reason at all for her to lie here one minute longer.

      Except that she had said she would, and that she owed Will and this was what he wanted from her, so that if she went into convulsions or started imagining that she was Napoleon, he would be right there to…what?

      To nothing. As she’d kept trying to tell him, if brain damage was in the offing, there wasn’t a thing he’d be able to do.

      He must have felt her exasperated stare, because he looked up again. “What?”

      “Nothing.” She carefully set the ice pack back in place, stifled a sigh and took up staring at the ceiling once more.

      Decades later, it was 9:05. Jilly set the ice pack on the side table, and swung her feet to the floor.

      Will glanced up from his book. “How do you feel?”

      “Good. Fine. Incredible.”

      “Maybe you ought to—”

      She put up a hand. “Don’t. I did what you wanted. I’m feeling great. May I please be excused?”

      He grunted. “All right, Jillian. Go.”

      I am dismissed, she thought. At last.

      She stood. There was a slight throbbing in her temple, but nothing to worry about. Very manageable.

      She headed straight for her coat.

      She was just reaching to lift it from the peg when he demanded from behind her, “What in hell do you think you’re doing?”

      Lord, give me strength, she thought. Let me get through this night without murdering this man. She calmly took her coat off the peg.

      “Jillian. Are you completely insane? You almost got yourself killed once tonight. You’re not giving it another try.”

      The pure disgust in his voice really got to her. She had a powerful urge to start shouting rude things. But somehow, she managed to keep her cool as she faced him, holding out the coat. “See that? Bloodstains. Once they’re set, they’re almost impossible to get out. I’m taking this coat in the bathroom and I’m getting to work on these spots.”

      He blinked. “You’re not going outside.”

      “No. I’m not.”

      “You’re going to spot-clean your coat.”

      “That’s what I said.”

      “That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

      There was something about the way he said ridiculous. She knew what he meant by it. Oh, yes. She did. He meant that she was ridiculous.

      “Will Bravo. You are pushing me. You are pushing me too far.”

      “Just put the damn coat back on the peg. Go upstairs and lie down.”

      “You are so hateful. So bitter. So mean.”

      “Jillian—”

      “It’s not my fault a tree branch fell on me. I’m very sorry you had to come out and rescue me.”

      “I didn’t say—”

      She waved a hand. “I don’t care what you said. I’m saying that I wish you’d just stayed in here by the fire with that damn book of yours. I would have made it in on my own.”

      “You were barely—”

      “I was getting there. All right, it wasn’t pretty, but I was managing.”

      He dared to open his mouth again.

      She didn’t even let him get a word out. “I want you to listen. I want you to hear me. I am sorry to be here, sorry to disturb you. I was tricked into being here. I swear if I’d had even a suspicion, even a scintilla of a notion that you might be here, I never, ever would have come within a hundred miles of this place.”

      “I don’t care what—”

      “I’m not finished. I’m not even close to finished.”

      He raked a hand back through his hair, and he glared at her good and hard.

      As if she cared how hard he glared. He had pushed her too far and he was going to get it.

      She hit him with the one thing she would have sworn, until that moment, that she would never, ever have revealed to him. “I heard what you said about me two weeks ago at that party at Jane’s.”

      He actually flinched. Good. He should flinch.

      “I was right around the corner in the front hall when your mother suggested you ought to go and say hi to that ‘sweet little Jillian.’ Tell me, Will. Do you happen to remember what you said then?”

      “Jillian, I—”

      “Oh, no. Please. Wait. Don’t tell me. Let me tell you. You said that if you were looking for a woman—which you were not—the last woman in the world you’d go after would be me. Because you find me flighty. That’s right. Flighty. Flighty and…how did you put it? Ah. I remember. I’m ‘A silly woman with a silly job. A woman of absolutely no depth, a slave to fashion, the kind of woman who would jump over a dying man on the street in order to be at the head of the line when they unlock the doors for Nordstrom’s after-Christmas sale.”’

      Chapter Four

      Jilly noticed with a high degree of satisfaction that Will didn’t seem to have anything more to say. There was a long silence, one that crackled with mutual hostility.

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