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either.”
Natalie was the last one out when she thought she heard a door slam upstairs. She quickly locked the door then ran to the car.
*
Van was exhausted, but she had appointments for the next week with several potential new clients and her father would be happy. Breaking down the booth at the market was hard, tedious work, and she was hungry. She headed into the kitchen to see what she could make with a minimum of fuss. The beer bottles on the top shelf caught her eye and she snagged one out of habit and set it on the counter while she made a sandwich.
While she ate, Van checked her messages. One was from Annette, her team captain calling to remind her of their last softball game of the season tomorrow morning. The other was also from Annette, inviting her to come to Miss Apple’s Tavern with the rest of the girls and play, although not necessarily a team sport.
Normally, Van would have wolfed the rest of her food and met them to avoid the loneliness that was a Saturday night staple for her. But tonight, just the thought of the whole bar scene tired her even more. Sitting at the table, staring at the bottle in front of her, Van stopped her hand in mid grab. Did she really want to get buzzed here by herself? Hadn’t she done enough of that?
Condensation ran down the cold bottle to form a ring at its base. Van’s mouth didn’t water at the sight; instead she was reminded of falling tears. What was she doing with her life?
Natalie’s face intruded into her thoughts. Weird, she hadn’t thought much about how numb she had been until she met her. Numb was normal until she stepped her work boots onto Natalie’s front porch. Van hadn’t been a saint about female companionship since Cara died; she just wasn’t really present. Not much made it past the ice fortress she had built around her heart. It hadn’t mattered.
What had she been thinking asking a client out? The invitation was out of her mouth before she thought twice about it. She was so darn cute standing there looking at her with those big eyes. She looked innocent and sexy at the same time. It was turning out to be an intoxicating combination.
She felt a little sneaky, but she Googled Natalie Chambers anyway. Several links were listed on the home page, and the first one she clicked on was a Bay Area society article that mentioned her divorce. Another click and she came across a picture of Natalie in a little black dress standing next to a tall blond man with a toothy smile. Both were toasting something with their champagne glasses.
Van superimposed the image on the screen with Natalie this afternoon in cutoffs and tank top and decided she liked her casual much better. She spent the better part of an hour looking at thumbnails of Natalie’s paintings. They were gorgeous. She didn’t know much about art, but she would have known that these were painted by a woman. The nudity was soft and beautiful, hinting at sensuality.
Her favorite painting was the one of a red-haired goddess that appeared to be merged into the mountains and sunset behind her. She had no problem picturing Natalie’s face in the painting, or Natalie on her back in her bed. Natalie’s hair laying tangled on her pillows with a fine sheen of sweat on her naked skin. Van clenched her thighs together and imagined how she would touch, taste, and explore.
Jesus. When had her libido turned sixteen again? Van poured the beer down the sink and headed for a cold shower.
Chapter Nine
Natalie listened to her mother and Mary chatter in the front seat while on their way to the restaurant. She couldn’t seem to concentrate. Her mind was reeling with questions and possibilities, but none of her thoughts seemed to run in any kind of sequence. She was confused and tired. She waited until they ordered and drinks were on the table before jumping into the conversation. “Okay, Mom. Can you tell more of what is going on in the house now?”
“First impression?”
“Yes.”
“When I first
Natalie was the last one out when she thought she heard a door slam upstairs. She quickly locked the door then ran to the car.
*
Van was exhausted, but she had appointments for the next week with several potential new clients and her father would be happy. Breaking down the booth at the market was hard, tedious work, and she was hungry. She headed into the kitchen to see what she could make with a minimum of fuss. The beer bottles on the top shelf caught her eye and she snagged one out of habit and set it on the counter while she made a sandwich.
While she ate, Van checked her messages. One was from Annette, her team captain calling to remind her of their last softball game of the season tomorrow morning. The other was also from Annette, inviting her to come to Miss Apple’s Tavern with the rest of the girls and play, although not necessarily a team sport.
Normally, Van would have wolfed the rest of her food and met them to avoid the loneliness that was a Saturday night staple for her. But tonight, just the thought of the whole bar scene tired her even more. Sitting at the table, staring at the bottle in front of her, Van stopped her hand in mid grab. Did she really want to get buzzed here by herself? Hadn’t she done enough of that?
Condensation ran down the cold bottle to form a ring at its base. Van’s mouth didn’t water at the sight; instead she was reminded of falling tears. What was she doing with her life?
Natalie’s face intruded into her thoughts. Weird, she hadn’t thought much about how numb she had been until she met her. Numb was normal until she stepped her work boots onto Natalie’s front porch. Van hadn’t been a saint about female companionship since Cara died; she just wasn’t really present. Not much made it past the ice fortress she had built around her heart. It hadn’t mattered.
What had she been thinking asking a client out? The invitation was out of her mouth before she thought twice about it. She was so darn cute standing there looking at her with those big eyes. She looked innocent and sexy at the same time. It was turning out to be an intoxicating combination.
She felt a little sneaky, but she Googled Natalie Chambers anyway. Several links were listed on the home page, and the first one she clicked on was a Bay Area society article that mentioned her divorce. Another click and she came across a picture of Natalie in a little black dress standing next to a tall blond man with a toothy smile. Both were toasting something with their champagne glasses.
Van superimposed the image on the screen with Natalie this afternoon in cutoffs and tank top and decided she liked her casual much better. She spent the better part of an hour looking at thumbnails of Natalie’s paintings. They were gorgeous. She didn’t know much about art, but she would have known that these were painted by a woman. The nudity was soft and beautiful, hinting at sensuality.
Her favorite painting was the one of a red-haired goddess that appeared to be merged into the mountains and sunset behind her. She had no problem picturing Natalie’s face in the painting, or Natalie on her back in her bed. Natalie’s hair laying tangled on her pillows with a fine sheen of sweat on her naked skin. Van clenched her thighs together and imagined how she would touch, taste, and explore.
Jesus. When had her libido turned sixteen again? Van poured the beer down the sink and headed for a cold shower.
Chapter Nine
Natalie listened to her mother and Mary chatter in the front seat while on their way to the restaurant. She couldn’t seem to concentrate. Her mind was reeling with questions and possibilities, but none of her thoughts seemed to run in any kind of sequence. She was confused and tired. She waited until they ordered and drinks were on the table before jumping into the conversation. “Okay, Mom. Can you tell more of what is going on in the house now?”
“First impression?”
“Yes.”
“When I first
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