One Winter's Night. Susan Meier

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      “I get it.”

      She and Ricky caught up to the Engles just as the elevator door opened. Eloise undid the buttons of her cape and Olivia gasped.

      “So that’s what you did with that big black ball gown?”

      She laughed. “Hard to believe this used to have eight layers of tulle, isn’t it?”

      “It’s stunning. I should be coming to you for my gowns.”

      “Oh, I don’t know. That Vera Wang suits you very well.”

      Olivia glanced down at her red gown. “It is pretty.”

      “It’s gorgeous.”

      Olivia shook her head. “Yeah, and I’m glad you talked me into it. You have such a talent for this stuff.”

      * * *

      The discussion of gowns and sewing swirled around Ricky’s head, and he almost laughed again at the silly conversation he and Eloise had had in the car. When he was with her, something about her always made him smile, and that wasn’t good. When he was happy, he let his guard down and if he let his guard down too much, he’d kiss her. And if he started kissing her, he’d hurt her.

      The opening of the elevator doors came as a grand relief, and they stepped out. Eloise handed Ricky her cape, and, as she turned, he saw the back of her dress.

      Or lack thereof.

      Walking to the coat check desk, he silently prayed for strength. She was making him laugh, forget himself and tease her. He was only human. With his attraction and sense of comfort with her, he kept inching closer and closer to the place where he wouldn’t be able to resist kissing her. And tomorrow he’d regret it and pull back and probably hurt her.

      He could not hurt her. No matter how hard he had to fight, he would do everything in his power to keep his distance.

      Still, after dinner and the short, humorous awards ceremony Fred put on, he and Eloise were one of the first couples on the dance floor. Everyone knew he loved to dance, but, more than that, Tucker and Olivia were also here. As much as he wasn’t the kind to fool his close friends, the charade was well under way. Despite fighting feelings for Eloise, he couldn’t end their deal when he hadn’t found her a job. And he couldn’t tell his best friend that he wasn’t really dating his wife’s BFF, that it had been a bargain. They’d both look crazy.

      So he pulled Eloise into his arms and she nestled against him. When her softness met his chest, he struggled with the desire to just close his eyes and enjoy.

      He looked down. She looked up. Their gazes met in acknowledgment of the fact that their tequila night had brought them closer. But he didn’t want to be close. He wanted them to go back to being polite strangers who could pretend they liked each other.

      So he pulled several inches away, putting enough space between them to retain his sanity. Still, every time they moved, his hand on the small of her back slid against her satiny skin. He remembered the sparkle in her eyes at her apartment door last night. How she’d wanted him to kiss her. How he’d longed to do just that.

      But he also remembered that he was grieving his son, filled with guilt and remorse over his death. She had troubles of her own. Neither one was in a position to indulge an attraction that might end up hurting them both.

      He held himself stiffly for the first set and was relieved when the band took a break. Eloise chatted with Olivia about her clients and art in general, and he and Tucker bounced around ideas about the stock market.

      When the second set began, he was a little too tired to hold himself away from her. When she melted, his body tried to resist, but it was no use. Her breasts met his chest. Their thighs brushed as they moved to the music. His hormones awoke like a band of angels ready to sing the “Hallelujah Chorus.”

      “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many diamonds in my life.”

      Glad to get his mind off his hormones and also curious about where her mind had gone, he laughed. “Cumulatively or at this party?”

      “It almost doesn’t matter.” She pulled back and looked at him. “Something odd has been striking me tonight.”

      With the feeling of the velvet skin of her back pressed against his hand, something had been striking him all night, too. He’d love to run his hand down her back just once. Just for the thrill of it.

      But talking about that wouldn’t do either one of them any good. So he smiled and politely said, “What’s that?”

      “My mom doesn’t have a diamond necklace.”

      He bit out a laugh. “What?”

      “Look at all these necklaces. Or just think about the one around Olivia’s throat. Tucker adores his wife so he showers her with diamonds. That’s how wealthy men show their love.”

      He smiled. “It is?”

      “Sure. If you can’t say the words, you buy a gift. A necklace. A bracelet. A fur.”

      His mouth twisted. He wanted to buy her a fur, but that didn’t mean he loved her. “It’s not always about love.”

      “True. It could be about respect or appreciation. You know, a thanks-for-putting-up-with-me gift.”

      He coughed. That was exactly why he wanted to buy her a fur. “You seem so sure.”

      “People are transparent. But none of this is actually my point.”

      “What’s your point?”

      “My mother doesn’t have a diamond necklace.”

      “You think your dad doesn’t love her or doesn’t appreciate her?”

      “I think he doesn’t have hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars to spend on jewelry.”

      Ricky stopped dancing. Confused, he said, “Everybody here does.”

      “Which is the conclusion of my point.” She nudged him to start dancing again. “My parents have lots of money. But they’re not in this class.”

      He frowned, not quite understanding what she was getting at. “So?”

      “So maybe that’s why they were so mad that I embarrassed them.”

      He thought back to his beginnings in New York City society. He remembered renting a tux because he didn’t own one and hiring a limo with a driver. He hadn’t done it for the sake of impressing anyone. He simply wanted to fit in. Not look like an upstart. Not look like somebody who didn’t belong. If Eloise’s parents were image conscious, her embarrassing them might have shaken them more than normal people. That is, if they thought more of their station in society than their daughter. And it appeared they did.

      “Maybe.”

      “The few times we came to New York City for Christmas events, they were extremely clear with me and my older brother that we shouldn’t do anything to embarrass СКАЧАТЬ