Finding Mr. Right. Gwynne Forster

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СКАЧАТЬ “I’m not sure how I am, Tyra. I think I’d feel better if you were here.” He knew he’d shocked her, but it was no use pretending.

      “You’ve surprised me, Byron. If something’s wrong, I’m sorry. I’d fix it if I could.”

      “I’m not certain you can’t. Ever since I met you, I’ve been a little off kilter.” And he had. Things that usually satisfied him just didn’t anymore.

      “Are you unhappy?” she asked. He heard in her voice the softness and compassion that he’d missed for four long years.

      “I wouldn’t go that far, but I’m obviously not myself, either. And I shouldn’t be dumping this on you.”

      “That’s what friends are for. Look, come by and let’s go some place and get an ice cream cone.”

      “That’s a wonderful idea. In fact, I think it’s just what I need. Can you make it in twenty minutes?”

      “Twenty minutes it is.” She brushed her teeth, dabbed a bit of perfume behind her ears and went in the family room where she knew Maggie was watching television. “I’m going out for a few minutes.”

      “If it’s who I hope it is, make good use of the time,” Maggie said as she threw a handful of popcorn into her mouth.

      “No comment.”

      Tyra grabbed her pocketbook from the back of the dining room chair, took her hair out of a ponytail and closed the front door behind her. As the Cadillac drove up, she started down the walk. Byron got out of the car and met her.

      “Hi.” He slipped an arm around her waist, bent over and kissed her cheek. “I’m not moody, but—”

      “Oh, you don’t have to explain,” she said, taking his hand. “We all need a lift some time. You’d do the same for me.”

      He opened the passenger’s door for her and helped her in. “You’re right. I would, and I won’t forget it.”

      Without thinking Tyra reached over and patted his hand. “Were you really feeling depressed?”

      “Yeah. If things aren’t going right, I usually fix them. Right now, I’m feeling better.”

      She thought it best not to comment, but still, the idea that she could make a man like Byron Whitley forget about whatever was bothering him was good for her self-confidence. She wanted to hug him.

      She knew she’d better be on her guard with this man. She slid down in the comfortable leather seat. What the hell, she said to herself. I’m thirty-one, and it’s time I did some living.

      She’d thought he would take them to a place nearby, but since she lived on the outskirts, he began driving in a different direction

      “I’m surprised you didn’t ask where we were headed.”

      “I knew you were taking us to a place that sold ice cream. What else did I need to know?”

      He parked and turned to her. “You’re growing on me. So you’d better be careful.”

      “Thank you for warning me.”

      She wasn’t prepared for the cozy, romantic atmosphere inside the massive ice-cream cone-shaped shop. Under hanging lanterns, white pillar-candles were nestled in arrangements of yellow, red and blue nasturtiums atop wrought-iron marble-top tables. Soft music filled the air. With his hand pressed against her back, Byron guided her to a table with a view of the moonlit sky.

      They seated themselves, and he picked up a menu. “Whatever flavor you can imagine is here. What would you like?”

      “As much as I love ice cream, I feel as if I can’t eat anything. I mean, Byron, it’s so…perfect.”

      “I’m glad you’re pleased, but I’ll be disappointed if you don’t have some.”

      “I know, but not to worry. The chance of my leaving here and not tasting any ice cream is close to nil. I’ll bet they don’t have pomegranate ice cream.”

      A grin flashed across his face. “Let’s see. Last time I was here, it was on the menu, and it was delicious.”

      “I’ll have a double cone.”

      “Good. That’s what I’ll start with.” He called the waitress. “Two double scoops in a cone of pomegranate, please. I’ll get an apricot cone for dessert.”

      If she wasn’t careful, she’d fall for him. The waitress brought their ice cream and some napkins. Tyra ran her tongue over the ice cream, closed her eyes and savored the rich creamy dessert.

      “This is fan—” She stopped in the middle of the word. When she opened her eyes, she was staring into pools of naked desire. She put the cone on the plate that the waitress had placed in front of her.

      “Byron—”

      “It’s all right. You caught me off guard. Aren’t you going to finish your ice cream?”

      She nodded, and as soon as the ice cream touched her lips, her discomfort disappeared. She reached across the table and stroked the back of his hand. He turned his hand over and caressed hers. It was too much.

      “Byron, tell me why you called me tonight.”

      “I’ve always been a loner, Tyra. I have always been that way. I enjoy being with people who are interesting to me in some way. But I liked the peace and quiet of being alone. I always did my best thinking walking in the park or in the woods by myself. Tonight, I suddenly felt lonely. I sat in my den trying to work, and suddenly I felt so alone that I couldn’t stand it. And you were the only person that I wanted to see. You can’t imagine how happy I was when you suggested we get together.”

      “I see.”

      “I won’t ask what you are thinking.” He leaned forward. “Can we spend some time together? I mean a lot of time. Is there a man in your life?”

      “The answer is no.”

      “Do I stand a chance with you?”

      “Well, I haven’t left my house at night on the spur of the moment to go any place with a man other than you.”

      He sat back in his chair and gazed into her eyes as if to make certain that he had heard her correctly. “Not only do you and I have a lot in common, but there’s something else important going on here. At first I thought it was just physical attraction. But you’ve quickly proved me wrong. And it isn’t one-sided, either. Are you willing to explore it?”

      “What can I say? The same feeling that hit you hit me. But let’s go slowly.”

      “You’re telling me not to rush you?” She nodded. “All right, I won’t,” he said, grinning from ear to ear, “but I certainly won’t take things so slow that you’ll think I’m dragging my feet.”

      “Would you mind spelling that out?” As soon as she said it, his expression brightened, and she wished she hadn’t asked him to explain.

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