Sweetheart Reunion. Lenora Worth

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СКАЧАТЬ “Are you kidding? I still have friends in Fleur, you know. Friends with cell phones and social networks. They keep me informed. I even have a picture. Hold on.”

       Alma groaned then glanced out the window of the cottage where she lived behind the restaurant. Less than two hours since Julien had pulled that stunt and already it had gone viral.

       Her sister’s silky voice returned. “Okay. I sent you a copy. Look.”

       “I don’t have time—” But she looked anyway. “Oh, wow.”

       “Oh, wow is right,” Brenna said, giggling again. “That would look good on a romance novel cover.”

       “Yeah, right. Don’t get any ideas.”

       “Oh, I only have one idea,” Brenna said with a sigh. “We need a wedding in Fleur. And you and Julien have been dancing around this thing since high school. Actually, since kindergarten.”

       “We’re not dancing around,” Alma retorted. “We’re just friends.”

       “Friends? Sister, that shot shows you and Julien LeBlanc are so much more than friends.”

       “Delete it,” Alma said. “That’s what I’m going to do right now.”

       “No, you won’t,” Brenna said. “You’ll print it out and put it in that scrapbook you’ve been working on for years.”

       “And how do you know about my scrapbook?”

       “I have ways.”

       “You are so sneaky. No wonder you’re good at your job.”

       “And what does that mean?”

       “Nothing,” Alma said. “Just that your imagination makes you suspect things and I guess that is a bit creative when you’re dealing with art. You can spot a fake.”

       “Exactly,” Brenna said. “Julien tries to be a fake, pretending to be a bad boy and all that, but he’s still in love with you. That’s why he pretends to leave a trail of broken hearts behind him. But he’s the one with the broken heart. And now I have the picture to prove it. You know what they say about a picture?”

       “Well, this one isn’t speaking a thousand words,” Alma replied. “More like, this picture is purely, truly fake.” She swallowed, then closed her eyes to the memory of Julien’s kiss. It had not felt as if he were faking at all. No, that kiss had been all too real. “He only did that to embarrass me and get me all riled up.”

       “Okay, keep telling yourself that,” Brenna said. “I think you are riled up, but in a good way.”

       “And what about you?” Alma asked, anxious to get off the subject of that kiss and the way it had made her feel. “When are you going to have that big Baton Rouge wedding you keep dreaming about?”

       Her sister went silent. And that wasn’t like Brenna.

       “Bree?”

       “Not a good subject right now.” Alma heard a sigh. “Keep the picture, Alma. You’ll regret it if you delete it. I gotta go. Hope to see you in a few weeks.”

       The connection ended and Alma was left standing there, staring at a picture of Julien LeBlanc kissing her.

       “I should delete it,” she said, mumbling and muttering as she went around locking doors and preparing to go to bed.

       But she didn’t.

       She got in her grandmother’s old brass bed laced with mosquito netting and stared at the picture for a long time.

       Then she turned out the lights and tried to go to sleep.

       But the face of a dark-haired charmer kept popping into her mind. And the memory of that kiss kept her tossing and turning well into the wee hours.

       Why did Julien want to be back in her life?

      * * *

       Julien wasn’t the first one in the door at the Fleur Bakery and Café the next morning. He waited until almost lunchtime, not wanting to appear anxious.

       Except that he couldn’t wait to see Alma again. She’d kissed him back last night, and for the first time in a long time he had real hope in his heart. Since the night she’d walked out of his life, Julien had longed for a way to win Alma back. But pride and her aloof nature had held him back.

       Then Sunday after church, he’d watched his maman with his cousin’s new baby. Watched and seen the tears forming in his sweet mother’s eyes. She missed her husband. Julien’s daddy had died from a heart attack just last fall. They all missed him. When his mother Virginia had glanced up and caught him staring at her and the child, she’d said something that had stayed with Julien.

       “Don’t squander time with your pride, Julien. You don’t have to look so sad. You could have a baby yourself if you stop being so mule-headed. Alma would make a good mother.”

       His mama sure had a way with words. But her pointed suggestion had stayed with Julien and then he’d spotted Alma the very next day there in her café, with that early morning sweetness all around her. He’d seen the same sadness he felt there in her pretty eyes. She’d looked as if she wanted something more. Something she couldn’t quite find.

       That’s how he felt now.

       He wanted her to smile again. Preferably, at him. And the fact that she’d kissed him back rather than slapping him flat gave him enough hope to hang on like a bass on a nylon string.

       Time to let her reel him in.

       Enough with the revelations and the signs. He planned to ask Alma out on a real date. If he could get up the courage. Maybe a poem. He’d quote her some pretty lines then ask her to go to up to New Orleans for a nice evening. Alma deserved a nice evening, didn’t she?

       After a few of his fishing buddies converged on the restaurant, Julien made his way to his favorite table then searched for Alma. Where was she?

       Another waitress came and took his order, her own soft smile full of interest. Mollie, her name tag stated. But instead of flirting in his usual way, Julien only had an interest in the chief cook and bottle washer around here. Alma. It wasn’t like her to take time away from the café.

       Maybe she was hiding out. He’d thought about not showing up today himself. She had not been happy with him after that kiss.

       He grinned, remembering how she’d turned and pranced back into the restaurant, all fire and glory, while everyone who’d witnessed the event had clapped and whooped.

       Alma wasn’t into clapping and whooping.

       Julien had walked home, whistling a happy tune.

       Until reality set in and he realized he’d kissed Alma in public. And while she’d acted like she liked it, she’d also acted like she just maybe might kill him. Later. She probably thought he’d done it on purpose, just to show her. On purpose, to send her a message that Julien LeBlanc still had it.

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