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that, standing there, with Neill Devlin's impossibly blue eyes on her, she would have been hard pressed to remember what a melon was.
"I can't believe you didn't call to let me know." Lisa gave her a reproachful look. "I could have wandered into Luanne's accidentally on purpose and gotten a good look at the guy."
"It was lunch, not a spectator sport," Anne said, caught off guard by a twinge of irritation.
"But he's so spectate-able," Lisa purred, and the irritation vanished in a laugh.
"DeDe Carmichael certainly thought so." Anne selected a jelly bean from the glass bowl that sat on the table counter between them and popped it into her mouth.
"Did she do the eye thing?" Lisa tilted her head back and did a creditable imitation of DeDe's sultry look.
"And the hip thing." Anne slid off her stool and fell into a semi-slouch, one hip cocked forward.
"Yeah, that's the one." Lisa nodded and reached for the ribbon she'd dropped. "I don't know where she got the idea that she looks sexy when she does that. I think she looks like an arthritic camel."
Anne shook her head "No camel would wear that much makeup."
"A camel wouldn't need that much makeup."
They looked at each other and started to giggle.
"Nothing like a little old-fashioned cattiness to work up an appetite," Lisa said, scooping up half a dozen jelly beans. "So, what's the hunk doing still in town? And does he have a name?"
"His name's Neill, and apparently his motorcycle is pretty old. I don't know what's wrong with it, but David's going to have to track down parts." Anne leaned forward to select a grape-flavored jelly bean. She bit it carefully in half before continuing. "He's staying at The Blue Dahlia."
"If s pretty much that or sleep in a ditch." Lisa began pleating the purple velvet ribbon, basting each pleat flat with silk thread before moving on to the next. "So what's he like on closer acquaintance?"
What was he like? Anne hesitated over the answer. She could hardly say that he was the most attractive man she'd ever met, or that, when he looked at her, she felt a funny shivery sensation run up her spine. Lisa was bound to jump to the wrong conclusions if she said either of those things. She would probably jump to them anyway, but there was no sense in helping her get there.
"He's...nice," she said finally, then laughed at the disgusted look the other woman shot her. "Okay, he has a great smile and impossibly blue eyes, and he's really sexy, if you like the tall, lean, broad-shouldered type."
"Is there a living, breathing female who doesn't like that type?"
"Probably not. But he's also nice, and he has a good sense of humor. We laughed a lot. He's a good storyteller. Oh, and he's a writer," she added, remembering. Frowning a little, she nibbled the other half of her jelly bean. "I don't think he's terribly successful at it, because he seemed uncomfortable when it came up, like he didn't want to talk about it. And usually, when a man has a successful career, he can't wait to tell you about it."
"Or tell you a few lies about it," Lisa agreed. "So, how long is he going to be in town?"
"I have no idea." Anne wasn't in the least fooled by the casual tone of the question. "And, before you ask, I don't know if I'll be seeing him again, either. He didn't say anything about it."
Of course, she hadn't given him a chance to, the way she'd rushed away from the table. But he probably wouldn't have mentioned seeing her again even if she hadn't left so abruptly, Anne told herself. She wasn't exactly the kind of woman that Neill Devlin was going to be desperate to see again. Not that she wasn't reasonably attractive in a wholesome sort of way, but a man like that was going to be looking for something more than a short, slightly too curvy dishwater blonde with a friendly smile and better than average legs. With an unconscious sigh, she selected another purple jelly bean and bit it in half.
Lisa had been watching the expressions flit across Anne's face and following
"I can't believe you didn't call to let me know." Lisa gave her a reproachful look. "I could have wandered into Luanne's accidentally on purpose and gotten a good look at the guy."
"It was lunch, not a spectator sport," Anne said, caught off guard by a twinge of irritation.
"But he's so spectate-able," Lisa purred, and the irritation vanished in a laugh.
"DeDe Carmichael certainly thought so." Anne selected a jelly bean from the glass bowl that sat on the table counter between them and popped it into her mouth.
"Did she do the eye thing?" Lisa tilted her head back and did a creditable imitation of DeDe's sultry look.
"And the hip thing." Anne slid off her stool and fell into a semi-slouch, one hip cocked forward.
"Yeah, that's the one." Lisa nodded and reached for the ribbon she'd dropped. "I don't know where she got the idea that she looks sexy when she does that. I think she looks like an arthritic camel."
Anne shook her head "No camel would wear that much makeup."
"A camel wouldn't need that much makeup."
They looked at each other and started to giggle.
"Nothing like a little old-fashioned cattiness to work up an appetite," Lisa said, scooping up half a dozen jelly beans. "So, what's the hunk doing still in town? And does he have a name?"
"His name's Neill, and apparently his motorcycle is pretty old. I don't know what's wrong with it, but David's going to have to track down parts." Anne leaned forward to select a grape-flavored jelly bean. She bit it carefully in half before continuing. "He's staying at The Blue Dahlia."
"If s pretty much that or sleep in a ditch." Lisa began pleating the purple velvet ribbon, basting each pleat flat with silk thread before moving on to the next. "So what's he like on closer acquaintance?"
What was he like? Anne hesitated over the answer. She could hardly say that he was the most attractive man she'd ever met, or that, when he looked at her, she felt a funny shivery sensation run up her spine. Lisa was bound to jump to the wrong conclusions if she said either of those things. She would probably jump to them anyway, but there was no sense in helping her get there.
"He's...nice," she said finally, then laughed at the disgusted look the other woman shot her. "Okay, he has a great smile and impossibly blue eyes, and he's really sexy, if you like the tall, lean, broad-shouldered type."
"Is there a living, breathing female who doesn't like that type?"
"Probably not. But he's also nice, and he has a good sense of humor. We laughed a lot. He's a good storyteller. Oh, and he's a writer," she added, remembering. Frowning a little, she nibbled the other half of her jelly bean. "I don't think he's terribly successful at it, because he seemed uncomfortable when it came up, like he didn't want to talk about it. And usually, when a man has a successful career, he can't wait to tell you about it."
"Or tell you a few lies about it," Lisa agreed. "So, how long is he going to be in town?"
"I have no idea." Anne wasn't in the least fooled by the casual tone of the question. "And, before you ask, I don't know if I'll be seeing him again, either. He didn't say anything about it."
Of course, she hadn't given him a chance to, the way she'd rushed away from the table. But he probably wouldn't have mentioned seeing her again even if she hadn't left so abruptly, Anne told herself. She wasn't exactly the kind of woman that Neill Devlin was going to be desperate to see again. Not that she wasn't reasonably attractive in a wholesome sort of way, but a man like that was going to be looking for something more than a short, slightly too curvy dishwater blonde with a friendly smile and better than average legs. With an unconscious sigh, she selected another purple jelly bean and bit it in half.
Lisa had been watching the expressions flit across Anne's face and following
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