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special,” she said hesitatingly.
“Barry said you couldn’t have been in better hands. In fact, he’s Barry’s best friend. So, if you want to see him again, I’ll call Barry and get his number.”
“No, Jenny. I think I’m done with the whole thing. It was an interesting experiment, that almost went horribly wrong, I might add, but now it’s over. I’m not going back there to find someone who probably just took me home to protect me anyway.”
Jenny jumped down off her stool, planted her hands on her hips and shook her head at Isabel in frustration. “Honestly, Isabel, you are impossible. You’re the smartest woman I know, you have a successful practice that you’ve worked damn hard to build up over the years…and you’re still stubborn enough to let a small thing like your pride stand in your way.”
Jenny’s words were harsh, but her eyes were not. Isabel knew she spoke out of love and concern for her. They’d always had a friendship that allowed them to put everything on the table – even the hard and ugly things. Jenny’s words struck home, but she felt frozen inside.
“You’re right, Jenny. I can’t afford to not do this, but maybe once will be enough …”
“Ha!” laughed Jenny. “Once is never enough. I’ll bet you hardly remember last night after three years on your own. A starving woman can’t enjoy a banquet: she’d eat beans as soon as caviar. You need more time to truly enjoy and savor the experience. You need an opportunity to take note of the things that work and things that don’t. I’m willing to bet that Tray would be delighted to help you do a little more research.”
Jenny reached for her purse and Isabel followed her silently to the door. She could go to the club again that night. It wouldn’t kill her. It was, after all, only her pride. What did her mother used to say…pride goeth before a fall? Well, she wouldn’t let her pride contribute to her failure. “Jenny, what are you doing tonight?” she asked her friend with a smile in her eye. “I’ve heard of this great club downtown.”
“You’re on,” Jenny said, giving Isabel a quick hug. “I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Isabel pulled the door open for her friend and found herself staring into smoky blue eyes. Standing on her doorstep, Tray juggled take-out coffee and a bouquet of daisies.
“Remember what I was saying.” Jenny brushed quickly past Tray and winked over her shoulder at Isabel. “A golden opportunity. Don’t waste it.”
Isabel yelled her thanks to Jenny and stood staring at Tray, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The bouquet seemed like a toy in his massive hands and the coffee cups looked like shot glasses.
She looked into his eyes, not sure what to say, and wondered what had happened to her voice.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tray couldn’t tell if Isabel was happy to see him or horrified. And what had her friend meant about golden opportunities? He shifted his weight to his other leg and looked more intently into her eyes. She was just as beautiful as he remembered from last night; even more so because she hadn’t put on any make-up. He liked the clean, fresh look of her skin, the natural color in her cheeks, the pouty pink of her lips.
“Good morning, Isabel.” He offered the flowers tentatively and grinned sheepishly. Daisies. He knew he should have bought roses for this woman, but he didn’t want to appear over the top. Like showing up on her doorstep the next morning was such a cool move, he chided himself.
“Tray, that’s very sweet,” she said, taking the flowers. She looked at the coffee tray he was balancing with his other hand. “And coffee, too?”
She turned and went back into the house, headed for the kitchen. Tray watched silently for a minute and then followed behind her. After all, he’d come this far. It didn’t seem like she was going to throw him out.
He set the coffee on the counter next to the half-empty lattes from the previous visitor, and
“Barry said you couldn’t have been in better hands. In fact, he’s Barry’s best friend. So, if you want to see him again, I’ll call Barry and get his number.”
“No, Jenny. I think I’m done with the whole thing. It was an interesting experiment, that almost went horribly wrong, I might add, but now it’s over. I’m not going back there to find someone who probably just took me home to protect me anyway.”
Jenny jumped down off her stool, planted her hands on her hips and shook her head at Isabel in frustration. “Honestly, Isabel, you are impossible. You’re the smartest woman I know, you have a successful practice that you’ve worked damn hard to build up over the years…and you’re still stubborn enough to let a small thing like your pride stand in your way.”
Jenny’s words were harsh, but her eyes were not. Isabel knew she spoke out of love and concern for her. They’d always had a friendship that allowed them to put everything on the table – even the hard and ugly things. Jenny’s words struck home, but she felt frozen inside.
“You’re right, Jenny. I can’t afford to not do this, but maybe once will be enough …”
“Ha!” laughed Jenny. “Once is never enough. I’ll bet you hardly remember last night after three years on your own. A starving woman can’t enjoy a banquet: she’d eat beans as soon as caviar. You need more time to truly enjoy and savor the experience. You need an opportunity to take note of the things that work and things that don’t. I’m willing to bet that Tray would be delighted to help you do a little more research.”
Jenny reached for her purse and Isabel followed her silently to the door. She could go to the club again that night. It wouldn’t kill her. It was, after all, only her pride. What did her mother used to say…pride goeth before a fall? Well, she wouldn’t let her pride contribute to her failure. “Jenny, what are you doing tonight?” she asked her friend with a smile in her eye. “I’ve heard of this great club downtown.”
“You’re on,” Jenny said, giving Isabel a quick hug. “I’ll pick you up at nine.”
Isabel pulled the door open for her friend and found herself staring into smoky blue eyes. Standing on her doorstep, Tray juggled take-out coffee and a bouquet of daisies.
“Remember what I was saying.” Jenny brushed quickly past Tray and winked over her shoulder at Isabel. “A golden opportunity. Don’t waste it.”
Isabel yelled her thanks to Jenny and stood staring at Tray, overwhelmed by the sheer size of him. The bouquet seemed like a toy in his massive hands and the coffee cups looked like shot glasses.
She looked into his eyes, not sure what to say, and wondered what had happened to her voice.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Tray couldn’t tell if Isabel was happy to see him or horrified. And what had her friend meant about golden opportunities? He shifted his weight to his other leg and looked more intently into her eyes. She was just as beautiful as he remembered from last night; even more so because she hadn’t put on any make-up. He liked the clean, fresh look of her skin, the natural color in her cheeks, the pouty pink of her lips.
“Good morning, Isabel.” He offered the flowers tentatively and grinned sheepishly. Daisies. He knew he should have bought roses for this woman, but he didn’t want to appear over the top. Like showing up on her doorstep the next morning was such a cool move, he chided himself.
“Tray, that’s very sweet,” she said, taking the flowers. She looked at the coffee tray he was balancing with his other hand. “And coffee, too?”
She turned and went back into the house, headed for the kitchen. Tray watched silently for a minute and then followed behind her. After all, he’d come this far. It didn’t seem like she was going to throw him out.
He set the coffee on the counter next to the half-empty lattes from the previous visitor, and
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