Callan's Proposition. Barbara McCauley

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СКАЧАТЬ She frowned suddenly. “At least it was my job. Until I quit. Francine will have to make you coffee now.”

      Callan shuddered at the thought and ushered Abigail inside the door. The living room was cozy: the over-stuffed blue-gingham sofa was accented with floral pillows; the walls were covered with various watercolor landscapes. A thick, deep-blue rug edged with pink flowers lay neatly on the shiny hardwood floor. A crystal vase filled with fragrant pink roses sat on top of an oval mahogany coffee table.

      She was as tidy and organized at home as she was at work, Callan thought, but he hadn’t expected all the hearts-and-flowers decor. He’d have thought her home would be more…simple. Plain.

      Dull was actually the word that came to mind.

      Except it wasn’t dull at all, he thought. It was warm and comfortable. Homey. He realized he had a lot to learn about Abigail. A whole lot.

      But he would think about the many unknown facets of Abigail Thomas later. At the moment he intended to start with the mystery of her sudden departure from his office and where their strange engagement and her aunts fit into the puzzle.

      Now where had she disappeared to?

      He heard the pop of a cork and followed the sound into her kitchen. Barefoot, Abigail stood at the counter, pouring white wine into a glass.

      He groaned silently.

      “Abigail,” he said, moving behind her. “I thought we were going to have coffee.”

      “No-o-o-o,” she said, stretching the word out as she kept pouring. Some of the wine actually made it into the glass. “You’re going to have coffee. I’m having wine.”

      “You don’t drink much, do you?” he asked.

      She giggled at that. “Heavens, no. I don’t care for the taste, and besides, it affects me terribly.”

      That was an understatement, he thought, then swooped the glass of wine off the counter when she started to reach for it. He took a sip. Yuck. He’d take a cold beer over white wine any day. “Thanks.”

      She frowned at him. “I thought you wanted coffee.”

      “I changed my mind.” He took a second sip, tried not to grimace. She was reaching for another glass when he took her arm and led her to the kitchen table. “Abigail, you owe it to me to tell me why you quit.”

      Pulling out a chair, he gently eased her into it. Her skirt pulled high up on her legs when she sat, exposing smooth, slender thighs. The Abigail he knew would have quickly pulled her skirt back down. This Abigail left it to ride high on her legs. Callan glanced away and took another sip of wine, thankful that at least she still had her jacket on.

      He kept his eyes riveted on her face.

      She leaned her elbows on the table and covered her face with her hands. “It’s so humiliating.”

      “We established that.” He sat in the chair beside her. A fluffy, ruffled blue-striped pad covered the seat. “You and me being engaged. Why don’t we start with that?”

      “I don’t feel well,” she said from behind her hands.

      “Could you please get me a drink of water?”

      He doubted a drink of water would help her problem, but if he was ever going to get any information out of her, Callan thought, he’d better humor her. He took a glass out of the cupboard, filled it with tap water, then set it in front of her as he sat back down.

      And realized that she’d nearly emptied the glass of wine he’d so foolishly left sitting on the table.

      “Abigail!”

      With her hands folded primly in her lap, she straightened her shoulders and looked at him. Her glasses were tilted on her straight little nose, and the expression on her face was one of complete innocence. In a very strange way she looked kind of cute, Callan thought.

      Rather than straighten her glasses, he reached over and took them off, then set them on the table. Her eyes were big and wide as she blinked at him, then hiccuped. He couldn’t help but smile. “Abigail, tell me why you quit.”

      Her gaze dropped to her lap. “I had to. With Aunt Ruby and Aunt Emerald coming in tomorrow, they would have found out.”

      “Found out what?”

      “That we’re not engaged.”

      “But we’re not engaged.”

      “Exactly.” She threw a hand up in the air and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness you understand.”

      But he didn’t. Not at all. “Abigail, why do your aunts think that you and I are engaged?”

      “Well, I told them we were, of course. Why else would they think such a thing?”

      Well, of course. Silly me. He counted to five, then drew in a slow breath. “And why did you tell them we were engaged?”

      “What else was I supposed to do? They would have canceled their cruise, maybe even insisted on moving in with me here. I had to do something.”

      “They would have canceled their cruise and moved in with you if we weren’t engaged?” He shook his head in confusion. “Why?”

      Leaning in close to him, she whispered, “They think I need a man.”

      Ah. He almost—just almost—thought he was beginning to understand. “They do?”

      She nodded. “We lived together for two years in New York after I finished college, but it got so bad I finally moved here to Bloomfield County.”

      He saw her eyeing the wineglass in front of him, and he scooted it out of her reach. “What got so bad?”

      “The men. Every week they’d bring home their latest catch for me. Sometimes if my aunts didn’t coordinate, there would be two men at the same time.” She held up two fingers to emphasize, and her eyes crossed as she stared at them. “Imagine every time you turned around there were women all over the place. How would you feel?”

      He thought about that for a moment and decided she really didn’t want an answer to that question. “Why can’t you just tell your aunts the truth?”

      She snorted in laughter, then covered her mouth. “You don’t know my aunts. They’ve been mother hens since my own mother—their sister—died six years ago. They won’t rest until I’m married and have a family of my own. The only reason they’ve left me alone so long was because of you.”

      “Me?”

      “Our engagement.”

      “Oh, yes.” He’d nearly forgotten about that. “And how did you happen to pick me to be the lucky guy?”

      “Well, I had to have someone,” she said as if he’d missed the obvious. “I don’t know anyone else here.”

      How flattering to know he’d been chosen because there wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ