In Good Company. Teresa Southwick

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      “No. Now if you’ll excuse me, Des, I’ve got things to do.” She started to close the door.

      He put his palm against it, refusing to let her dismiss him. He knew she wasn’t inclined to let bygones be bygones. He couldn’t blame her. Didn’t he feel the same about not repeating his own mistake? But he had a job to do and he intended to get it done. For that, he needed her cooperation. And he fully intended to get it.

      “Look, Molly, I’m going to put all my cards on the table.”

      “That would be a first,” she muttered.

      “Obviously you don’t think very much of me. And believe it or not, I can’t say I blame you. But here’s the thing. I’m going to be doing the new preschool wing. Whether you approve or not.”

      “It’s a pity no one asked for my opinion.” She clapped a hand over her mouth. “I can’t believe I said that. Isn’t bringing out the worst in me enough reason for you to give up?”

      “No. You don’t have to agree with the decision, but, like it or not, we’re going to have to work together. It would be more pleasant and certainly far more efficient if we could do that as friends.”

      “Friends is asking too much.” She sighed. “But I’m committed to this school. And the expansion is important. So, for the sake of that, I agree that an armed truce is necessary in achieving the goal that we both want.”

      Des nodded. “I’m glad there’s something we agree on.” Instinct told him to press his advantage. “To that end, we need to discuss the project and how it will affect your classroom.”

      “All right.” She caught her top lip between her teeth as she thought for a moment. “Come by tomorrow and we can talk about it.”

      “Third time’s the charm. What about dinner? It would give us an opportunity to go over things without interruption. That’s hard to do with the kids around.”

      “Apparently I haven’t made myself clear.” She settled her hand on her hip and met his gaze. “I love my job. And I’m devoted to the children in my care.”

      “I can see that.”

      “I would do anything to improve this facility and give even more children an opportunity for a positive beginning to their education.”

      “Great. I know this restaurant in town—”

      She held up her hand. “Dinner is not part of the armed truce. Whatever we need to talk about can be discussed on school grounds.”

      “I’m sorry you feel that way.”

      Des found he truly meant that. The prospect of getting to know the grown-up Molly was intriguing because she was more than just a pretty face. She was intelligent, witty and a complicated woman. He had a fleeting regret that he’d probably destroyed any chance with her.

      She started to close the door again. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I have things to do to get ready for tomorrow.”

      “Okay. I’ll see you then.”

      He backed up and she shut the door in his face. Out in the cold. And dark. And Des didn’t much like it. Since when had he become the kind of guy who rolled over and played dead when things didn’t go his way? He wasn’t his father. Failure wasn’t an option. He would find a way to get on Miss Molly’s good side.

      On her way home Molly stopped at the supermarket next door to her apartment complex. When the automatic doors whispered open, she grabbed a basket and headed for the pasta aisle to pick up a whole-wheat rigatoni and a jar of marinara sauce.

      The fact that she had nothing at home for dinner hadn’t even tempted her to accept Des’s invitation. What had tempted her was his devil-may-care grin and in-your-face sex appeal. She’d taken cover behind her anger and effectively quelled any possible leftover weakness from her own young-and-stupid days. So why didn’t she feel more empowered about turning him down? Probably she needed her head examined.

      As she walked toward the produce aisle, an image of Des popped into her head. He’d seemed surprised by her refusal to have dinner with him, which convinced her he didn’t know she knew about the bribe from her father. If she’d told him she knew everything, that would have certainly cleared up his confusion. But bringing up the past would only resurrect her humiliation. Who wanted to remember being such a disappointment to Daddy that he’d felt he had to buy her popularity? Where was the win in reminding Des about that?

      No, the past was the past. But avoiding Des in the present was impossible because of the preschool expansion. She simply had to suck it up and tough it out. Then go on with her life as if Des had never come back into it.

      She rounded the corner and stopped short. Speak of the devil. Of all the grocery stores in all the world, Des had to show up in hers. Maybe she could back away before he saw her. But he picked that moment to look up from the artfully arranged rows of greens and do a double take, followed by his take-no-prisoners grin. Busted. That made escape with dignity impossible.

      When he started toward her, she knew it was too much to hope that he would simply let her nod politely and continue on her merry way.

      He stopped in front of her. “Hello again.”

      “Hi.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “What are you doing here?”

      Besides raising her temperature, she thought. It was hot. Normally she froze in the market. But tonight she was warm all over and wondered why the iceberg lettuce wasn’t wilting.

      “I’m here to buy groceries.”

      Well, of course he was. Stupid question. Then another thought popped into her mind.

      “Why this store?” she asked suspiciously.

      One corner of his mouth quirked up. “You mean, am I following you?”

      If only, she thought, followed quickly by God forbid. She didn’t want him following her; she wanted nothing to do with him.

      “Of course not. I just wondered… This is my regular store. I simply meant—” She sighed and let the unfinished thought hang there.

      “As a matter of fact, this is the store closest to my apartment,” he said.

      “You don’t mean the ones on Cooper Street?”

      “The very ones,” he confirmed.

      Her heart sank, hit bottom, then bounced into her throat. That was where her apartment was. Why hadn’t she known he was living there? Surely her overactive heat sensors would have picked up his presence. On the other hand, it was a very large complex.

      “Your regular store,” he repeated. “Do you live nearby, too?”

      “Actually in the same complex on Cooper. That would make us neighbors,” she finished lamely. “So you’re here for groceries.”

      A smile teased the corners of his mouth. “Remind me to watch out for you. Mind like a steel trap.”

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