Read Online Together Again: Book 3 in the Second Chances series (Crimson Romance) by Peggy Bird - Free Book Online
Authors: Peggy Bird
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I want to hear.”
“There’re a couple more that look interesting. I haven’t decided. You have plans for dinner tonight?”
Margo was about to say she did when it occurred to her that Tony had never said anything more about dinner. “Not really. Want to get out of the hotel and try someplace else?”
“Always glad to get a restaurant recommendation from a native.”
“About seven in the lobby, then.”
The two sessions she attended that morning dragged. She couldn’t concentrate on the speakers, constantly checking her phone for a text message or a voice mail. Her mother left the latter and Kiki the former, but neither was the person she wanted to hear from.
With no appetite for lunch, she left the convention center for a walk and found even the summer sun couldn’t burn away the memory of the night before. She sighed. What was it he said last night — she was smart and sexy? She wasn’t sure about the sexy part but she hoped she was smart enough not to read too much into what happened. Last night was about getting caught up in the mood, celebrating their good day, maybe too much to drink, which was probably what the wedding reception had been. That dance at the reunion, too. Maybe those religions that banned dancing were right. It gave you dangerous ideas.
He was her friend, like she told Beth and Danny. She was a boring lawyer who’d had her nose in one book or another all her life. He was the all-star athlete and handsomest man who’d ever walked the face of the earth. Women like her didn’t get guys like Tony except maybe on occasional loan. Like from the library, when you get a copy of a best seller that you could only have for a short time because someone like Greer is waiting for it. Not only that, she has an in with the librarian and could keep renewing it until she was finished with it.
No, she had to stop thinking he’d call and want anything more than what they’d had. She’d go out to dinner with Danny and figure out later how she was going to face him over his mother’s dinner table the next time she was in Philly.
When she looked up she saw that her wandering had brought her back to the Bellevue. She took that as a sign she should ditch the last afternoon of the conference and headed for her room. She’d soak in the tub. Maybe have a massage. Read a book. But before she could do any of those things she had to see why the light on her phone was flashing. The desk clerk told her she had a hand-delivered message waiting for her.
It was from Tony apologizing for missing breakfast. He’d gotten called out and by the time he’d had a chance to let her know he wouldn’t make it, it was too late to leave a message at the hotel and he didn’t have her cell phone number. He asked her to call to confirm seven that night for the dinner he’d promised.
He picked up on the first ring and didn’t bother with hello. “Am I forgiven?”
“There’s nothing to forgive. It was work. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“Yes, I do. I stood you up for breakfast. So I’ll make it up with dinner tonight. We didn’t get around to setting a time, did we? Does seven work?” He sounded like he usually did, warm, friendly, good-guy Tony.
“Since we hadn’t made definite plans I said I’d have dinner with Danny.”
“You can see her when you’re back in Portland. Tell her there’s a change of plans.”
“I hate women who break dates with their female friends as soon as the first man comes along and asks them out.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t call me ‘the first man who comes along’ and remind you that we had a date before you made plans with her.” His voice softened. “Please, Margo. We need to talk.”
Her stomach lurched.
We need to talk?
Oh, God, when was that sentence ever good? Tony wouldn’t do that, would he? Or would he? What had she been telling herself all day? “Yeah, I guess we should talk.”
“So, you’ll come for dinner?”
“How about drinks
“There’re a couple more that look interesting. I haven’t decided. You have plans for dinner tonight?”
Margo was about to say she did when it occurred to her that Tony had never said anything more about dinner. “Not really. Want to get out of the hotel and try someplace else?”
“Always glad to get a restaurant recommendation from a native.”
“About seven in the lobby, then.”
The two sessions she attended that morning dragged. She couldn’t concentrate on the speakers, constantly checking her phone for a text message or a voice mail. Her mother left the latter and Kiki the former, but neither was the person she wanted to hear from.
With no appetite for lunch, she left the convention center for a walk and found even the summer sun couldn’t burn away the memory of the night before. She sighed. What was it he said last night — she was smart and sexy? She wasn’t sure about the sexy part but she hoped she was smart enough not to read too much into what happened. Last night was about getting caught up in the mood, celebrating their good day, maybe too much to drink, which was probably what the wedding reception had been. That dance at the reunion, too. Maybe those religions that banned dancing were right. It gave you dangerous ideas.
He was her friend, like she told Beth and Danny. She was a boring lawyer who’d had her nose in one book or another all her life. He was the all-star athlete and handsomest man who’d ever walked the face of the earth. Women like her didn’t get guys like Tony except maybe on occasional loan. Like from the library, when you get a copy of a best seller that you could only have for a short time because someone like Greer is waiting for it. Not only that, she has an in with the librarian and could keep renewing it until she was finished with it.
No, she had to stop thinking he’d call and want anything more than what they’d had. She’d go out to dinner with Danny and figure out later how she was going to face him over his mother’s dinner table the next time she was in Philly.
When she looked up she saw that her wandering had brought her back to the Bellevue. She took that as a sign she should ditch the last afternoon of the conference and headed for her room. She’d soak in the tub. Maybe have a massage. Read a book. But before she could do any of those things she had to see why the light on her phone was flashing. The desk clerk told her she had a hand-delivered message waiting for her.
It was from Tony apologizing for missing breakfast. He’d gotten called out and by the time he’d had a chance to let her know he wouldn’t make it, it was too late to leave a message at the hotel and he didn’t have her cell phone number. He asked her to call to confirm seven that night for the dinner he’d promised.
He picked up on the first ring and didn’t bother with hello. “Am I forgiven?”
“There’s nothing to forgive. It was work. You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“Yes, I do. I stood you up for breakfast. So I’ll make it up with dinner tonight. We didn’t get around to setting a time, did we? Does seven work?” He sounded like he usually did, warm, friendly, good-guy Tony.
“Since we hadn’t made definite plans I said I’d have dinner with Danny.”
“You can see her when you’re back in Portland. Tell her there’s a change of plans.”
“I hate women who break dates with their female friends as soon as the first man comes along and asks them out.”
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t call me ‘the first man who comes along’ and remind you that we had a date before you made plans with her.” His voice softened. “Please, Margo. We need to talk.”
Her stomach lurched.
We need to talk?
Oh, God, when was that sentence ever good? Tony wouldn’t do that, would he? Or would he? What had she been telling herself all day? “Yeah, I guess we should talk.”
“So, you’ll come for dinner?”
“How about drinks
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