Revealed. Joanne Rock

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      “I just don’t like the idea of you wandering around the city in that torn getup all by yourself. You might attract the wrong kind of attention.”

      “Then I appreciate the offer.” A smile spread across her whole face.

      “My car is just up here on the left—”

      “I never accept rides with strangers though.” She rocked back and forth on the heels of her tennis shoes. “I don’t know you that well.”

      “But how can I see you home if you won’t let me drive you?” He looked up and down the street. “I haven’t seen a cab since we left the bar.”

      “You uptown boys.” Shaking her head in mock despair, she reached underneath the folds of her oversized toga and came up with two silver coins. Tokens in fact. “Welcome to my world, Greg. You’re going to love the metro.”

      Great. Just great.

      He’d known Jackie for all of half an hour and already she was making him revisit a past he wanted to leave far behind. How could a woman turn his life upside down so fast?

      Still, he was powerless to say no. Some die-hard notion of honor told him he couldn’t leave Jackie until he knew she was safe. He squeezed his eyes shut for a bracing two seconds, then plucked one token out of her hand.

      He had the feeling he was in for the ride of his life.

      JACKIE SWITCHED HER tail from one hand to the other, watching Greg sway along with the green line subway train. She’d secured her pants and buttoned Greg’s shirt as high as it would go, but she still wore her tablecloth as a shawl for good measure. They’d already changed trains once, and now they were headed toward Jackie’s apartment near Boston College.

      What a night.

      She couldn’t believe she was being escorted home by Mr. Way Too Corporate, Greg De Costa. She still thought his name sounded familiar. Maybe she’d just read about him in the business pages of the Globe or something.

      He looked incredibly out of place here. After he’d insisted she wear his dress shirt, he’d bought a Boston Bruins shirt for himself from a street vendor near the subway station. The black and yellow shirt made for an interesting contrast with his pleated dress pants. He’d stuffed his tie in his pants pocket.

      But even with his offbeat garb, Greg managed to look worlds apart from the Friday night subway crowd. Jackie had laughed when he whipped an old-fashioned monogrammed handkerchief out of his pocket and dusted off a seat for her before she sat down.

      Greg was all class and manners, the sort of man her parents would adore. The sort of man Jackie normally avoided more than tea parties.

      Of course, staying away from Greg would be a lot easier if he didn’t look so appealing even in the tackiest tourist T-shirt.

      Jackie hugged her arms closer to her body.

      “Warm enough?” Greg asked, tugging on a corner of the tablecloth.

      Given the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, Jackie had thought it would be best to keep something more than Greg’s cotton dress shirt between her and the rest of the world. Just knowing that he’d worn the same shirt an hour ago over his own bare chest did shivery things to her body, especially with the woodsy notes of his cologne teasing her nose.

      She nodded, her voice rusty in her throat. She could not afford to catch a chill the night before auditions. Not to mention, she kept hoping for a big callback on Monday from WBCI, Boston’s biggest network affiliate station. She’d made a killer demo tape for them last week, and they were supposedly eager for new voice-over talent.

      The voice-over work could be her long-awaited big break, especially given that she’d probably blown the audition for the herbal store with her impromptu jungle-themed song.

      Oh well. Win some, lose some. Jackie lived by her own luck, and she had a good feeling about the network job.

      “The next stop is Boston College,” Greg reminded her, swiveling in his seat to catch a glimpse of the signs outside the window as flashes of light zipped past them in the darkened tunnel. “Is that where we want to get off?”

      His leg brushed hers as he moved, the rattle of the train car pushing them together all the more. The summer-weight wool of his pants scratched lightly against her thigh and what remained of her fuzzy leggings. She’d tied the leftover top of her shredded costume around her waist to serve as a belt, but Jackie kept checking and rechecking the knot. It wouldn’t surprise her if she lost the pants, too. It had been that kind of night.

      “Yes, this is me.” Jackie stood carefully, clutching a pole for support as the train’s brakes hissed to a stop. “But you don’t need to walk me home, Greg. I’m just glad I didn’t have to ride the metro by myself like this.”

      He glared at her with a look that said she was being more difficult than she had any right to be, a look her parents had perfected a long time ago. Was it her fault she didn’t do everything in life with perfect aplomb?

      “I’m coming with you,” Greg reproved her, following her off the train and into the subway station.

      A lone guitarist strummed a lively tune, entertaining a small crowd who’d been waiting for the green line. As the musician lost his audience to the train Greg and Jackie had just departed, Greg tossed several bills into the guy’s hat.

      “That was very nice of you,” Jackie whispered as they walked away across scuffed ceramic tiles. The train groaned into motion behind them, drowning out the guitar as they climbed the steps to street level.

      “Subway entertaining is a tough field,” Greg informed her, surprising her with his empathy for a guy who looked like he hadn’t washed in several days.

      Greg appeared to scope out the street scene around them, then situated himself between the traffic thoroughfare and Jackie. She wondered what he thought of her neighborhood. Did it look old to his eyes? Or were the sturdy brownstones full of character to him the way they always had been to Jackie?

      He scarcely touched her as they strolled through the warm spring night, but his presence loomed all around her as he steered her around a few late-night pedestrians, nudged her forward when lights changed from “Do Not Walk” to “Walk.”

      “Have you ever entertained in a subway?” Jackie asked, easily slipping into “flip” mode now that she was nervous and combating attraction full steam again.

      “No. But I spent a summer entertaining in a rowdy bar, so I can project those difficulties multiplied.”

      The battalion of flip remarks dried up on her tongue. The image of Greg as a nightclub performer didn’t match her impression of him at all. Maybe he was an artist in disguise. A fact that would make a fling with him more of a real possibility.

      She wouldn’t risk dating some corporate yes-man who ignored his own dreams in deference to the almighty dollar, but maybe she could take a chance on an artist who supported himself with a day job.

      “You? Barroom entertainment?” Some of her nervousness vanished as she reprocessed her vision of Greg De Costa. Maybe he wasn’t as highbrow as СКАЧАТЬ