Summer Nights. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ A librarian. Her name is Annabelle Weiss. She’s lovely. Heidi was telling me Annabelle wants to learn to ride a horse. You could teach her.”

      A librarian, huh? He pictured a plain brunette in glasses, cardigan buttoned up to her neck and practical shoes. Not exactly exciting, but that was okay. He’d reached the place in his life where he wanted to have a family. He wasn’t looking for someone to rock his world.

      “What do you think?” his mother asked anxiously.

      “She sounds perfect.”

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      “RETURNING TO THE SCENE of the crime?”

      Annabelle grinned at her friend. “There was no crime.”

      “You know that and I know that, but rumors are flying, missy.”

      Annabelle held open the door to Jo’s Bar, then waited while Charlie preceded her into the brightly lit business. It was lunchtime in Fool’s Gold and women already filled nearly a dozen tables. Jo catered to the female population, decorating with girl-friendly colors like mauve and cream. During the day the big TVs were either off or turned to shopping and reality shows. The menu had plenty of salads and sandwiches, with discreet calorie counts listed to the side.

      Annabelle followed Charlie to a table and took a seat.

      “Everyone is talking about you dancing on the bar.”

      Annabelle laughed. “I don’t care. It was for a good cause. Even if it didn’t convince you to be in my festival. But that’s okay. I’m going to do it myself.” She frowned. “You are telling people I wasn’t drunk, right?”

      In fact she hadn’t bothered to finish her single glass of wine. Getting on the bar last night had been more about feeling unsettled than wanting to show off and had nothing to do with any alcohol in her system.

      Charlie grinned. “I swear, I’m sticking to the one-glass-of-wine story. The archaeologists were intrigued, though. I think the dance of the happy virgin is giving you street cred with them.”

      “Yes, because they’re so wild.”

      Last fall, construction workers on a building site had blown away a bit of the mountain, exposing Máa-zib gold. Archaeologists had stormed in to take charge of the discovery. After the pieces were researched and catalogued, they would be returned to the town.

      “Are you helping them?” Charlie asked.

      “I’m more unofficial liaison,” Annabelle told her. “My minor in Máa-zib studies gives me enough information to be annoying to the professionals.”

      “Most professionals need a little annoying.”

      Annabelle appreciated the loyalty. “Then my work here is done.”

      The door opened and Heidi walked in. She saw them and waved.

      Heidi hurried over. “Shane said yes. He’s going to teach you to do the horse dance. Well, ride a horse. I don’t think his mom mentioned the dancing.”

      “Probably better to sneak up on him with that one,” Charlie said.

      “You’re right.” Heidi grinned. “He’s a successful horse guy. He’s not going to be into the dancing thing. You’ll need to introduce the idea gradually.”

      This was what she loved, Annabelle thought happily. Her friends and, for the most part, her life. She had a great job in a town she adored. She belonged. If she got a twinge of envy when the light caught Heidi’s gleaming diamond engagement ring, well, that was okay, too.

      In truth, she didn’t care about the rock—it was what the rock represented that gave her a couple of pangs. Love. Real love. Rafe wasn’t trying to change Heidi. He didn’t accept only parts of her. He was all-in. Annabelle had never had that. Her revelation from last night had stayed with her. She wanted more than conditional love. She wanted it all—or nothing. Messy, inconvenient love, where both parties gave with their whole hearts.

      Not that she had a bunch of guys lining up, begging her to take a chance.

      She pulled a folder out of her large tote. “I have the information I promised.” She withdrew the pictures she’d taken at the two florists in town, along with pricing sheets.

      Heidi sighed. “You’re amazing and wonderful and I really appreciate the help.”

      Charlie bristled. “Hey, I tasted cake. I wouldn’t do that for just anyone.”

      Heidi looked at her. “Are you sure?”

      “Okay, I would taste cake for just about anyone but I did it for you because you’re my friend.”

      “You two are the best,” Heidi said, her eyes getting bright. “Seriously. I don’t know how to thank you.”

      Charlie held up a hand. “I swear, if you start crying, I’m outta here. You’re emotional. Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

      “Yes. I’m sure. It’s just everyone is being so wonderful about the wedding.”

      Heidi had been engaged all of two weeks, which wouldn’t be notable except the wedding had been scheduled for the middle of August, giving everyone barely two months to get it all arranged. Heidi’s only family was her grandfather, so Annabelle and Charlie had stepped in to help with the details.

      They looked over the flowers. Heidi studied arrangements and prices. They paused when Jo stopped by their table to find out what they wanted for lunch.

      “By the way,” Jo said, handing them each a small card with a price list, “the party room is going to be opening in about a month. You were asking about it for the bridal shower.”

      Heidi leaned forward. “You’re making it like you said?”

      Jo grinned. “Yup, just as girly as the rest of the bar, with very flattering lighting. Lots of tables, a private bar, big-screen TV and a small stage. I’m working on the menu right now. We can do appetizers and finger sandwiches or regular meals. Whichever you want.”

      “Champagne?” Heidi asked.

      “Lots.”

      “I love it,” Annabelle said. “Want to have your shower here?”

      “The room can hold up to sixty,” Jo told them.

      “You wouldn’t have to limit your guest list,” Charlie told her.

      “Sounds like a plan,” Heidi said happily.

      Annabelle nodded. “We’ll get back to you on dates.”

      “Great.” Jo took their lunch orders. Salads for Annabelle and Heidi and a cheeseburger for Charlie.

      “Fries for the table,” the firefighter added, then glared at her friends. “I know you two. You’ll steal mine otherwise.”

      “I would never do that,” Annabelle lied cheerfully.

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