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Authors: Jennifer Crusie
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fired." Rachel relaxed as relief flooded through her. "He won't ever know. And I'll be a huge help, you wait and see. I'll make things so much easier for you."
But after lunch, in spite of Rachel's best intentions, things got difficult because Rob Lutz showed up with his parents. Clea almost had a heart attack when she saw Rob, and Rachel could understand why, since it was hard to see he was a moron when you looked at that face. That was how Rob had talked Rachel out of her virginity, by not talking, just by smiling at her with that face. There was a lesson learned, for sure.
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Clea had said, "This is your son ?" to Rob's dad, Frank, and Frank had grinned down at her like a dork, standing really, really close to her. That made Rob's mom, Georgia, mad, which Rachel could also understand except that if she'd been married to Frank, she'd have been looking for somebody to take him away. Then Clea put her arm aroundGeorgiaand called, "Sophie, meetGeorgia." Georgiasquinted at the porch where Rachel and Sophie and Amy were standing, and she looked about twenty years older than Clea, probably because she'd been baking her skin into shoe leather all her life so she could be a Coppertone Blonde. That was what she'd said to Rachel every summer since Rachel had started dating Rob: "Come on and lay out with me, honey, and we'll be Coppertone Blondes. People will think we're sisters." Right .
Then Clea said, "Georgia and I graduated together, Sophie! Isn't that something?" and Sophie said,
"And neither one of you has aged a day," and glared at Clea to make her behave, and Rachel liked her more.
Clea just laughed and called back to Rob, "Why don't you come up on the porch?" and that must have been the first time Sophie saw him because she said, "Oh, Lord."
"What?" Amy said.
"Look at the way he's looking at Clea," Sophie said.
Amy nodded. "Like she's whipped cream and he has a spoon."
Well, that was Rob for you. Always looking for sex. Rachel didn't know if sex in general was bad or it was just bad with Rob, but as far as she was concerned, Clea could have him. Sophie moved to the top of the steps and called, "Come on up to the porch, we have lemonade," and when she had Clea, Frank, and Georgia settled on the right side of the porch with a warning to stay away from the blush-painted wall, Amy began to shoot.
Rachel handed Rob a scraper and said, "We need to scrape the other side of the porch," and Rob said,
"Cool." As he worked, he kept his eyes on Clea, who sat perched on the porch rail looking adorable. Clea watched Rob from the corner of her eye while Frank sat opposite her, laughing and flirting, and Georgiasat between them on the porch swing, looking like a Coppertone Toad. Sophie had gone out into the yard to talk to Amy, and she looked concerned. Even after a few short hours, Rachel knew Sophie liked things calm and organized. So when Phin Tucker walked up behind her and said something, and she jumped a mile, Rachel could have told him that was a bad move. He and Wes had parked behind the Lutz's van, and Wes had said something to Amy and gone in the house, but Phin went to Sophie and stayed. So he wanted something – three guesses what – but he was doing it all wrong. Well, he'd figure it out. Phin got everything he wanted sooner or later.
"Hey," Rob said behind her. "Get busy."
"Right," Rachel said, and crossed her fingers that Phin would do his usual good work. Her future depended on it.
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"I'm a little worried about Clea," the mayor had said to Sophie out in the yard. "I had nine stitches because of her. She could put Frank in the hospital."
Sophie watched Frank making a fool of himself on the porch in front of his wife, who looked homicidal.
"Clea's not the only one who could hurt him." She turned back to the mayor. "How did she give you nine stitches?"
"I looked down her blouse and fell off my bike."
Sophie looked at him with contempt and he said, "Hey, I was twelve. She leaned over. Not my
But after lunch, in spite of Rachel's best intentions, things got difficult because Rob Lutz showed up with his parents. Clea almost had a heart attack when she saw Rob, and Rachel could understand why, since it was hard to see he was a moron when you looked at that face. That was how Rob had talked Rachel out of her virginity, by not talking, just by smiling at her with that face. There was a lesson learned, for sure.
Page 33
Clea had said, "This is your son ?" to Rob's dad, Frank, and Frank had grinned down at her like a dork, standing really, really close to her. That made Rob's mom, Georgia, mad, which Rachel could also understand except that if she'd been married to Frank, she'd have been looking for somebody to take him away. Then Clea put her arm aroundGeorgiaand called, "Sophie, meetGeorgia." Georgiasquinted at the porch where Rachel and Sophie and Amy were standing, and she looked about twenty years older than Clea, probably because she'd been baking her skin into shoe leather all her life so she could be a Coppertone Blonde. That was what she'd said to Rachel every summer since Rachel had started dating Rob: "Come on and lay out with me, honey, and we'll be Coppertone Blondes. People will think we're sisters." Right .
Then Clea said, "Georgia and I graduated together, Sophie! Isn't that something?" and Sophie said,
"And neither one of you has aged a day," and glared at Clea to make her behave, and Rachel liked her more.
Clea just laughed and called back to Rob, "Why don't you come up on the porch?" and that must have been the first time Sophie saw him because she said, "Oh, Lord."
"What?" Amy said.
"Look at the way he's looking at Clea," Sophie said.
Amy nodded. "Like she's whipped cream and he has a spoon."
Well, that was Rob for you. Always looking for sex. Rachel didn't know if sex in general was bad or it was just bad with Rob, but as far as she was concerned, Clea could have him. Sophie moved to the top of the steps and called, "Come on up to the porch, we have lemonade," and when she had Clea, Frank, and Georgia settled on the right side of the porch with a warning to stay away from the blush-painted wall, Amy began to shoot.
Rachel handed Rob a scraper and said, "We need to scrape the other side of the porch," and Rob said,
"Cool." As he worked, he kept his eyes on Clea, who sat perched on the porch rail looking adorable. Clea watched Rob from the corner of her eye while Frank sat opposite her, laughing and flirting, and Georgiasat between them on the porch swing, looking like a Coppertone Toad. Sophie had gone out into the yard to talk to Amy, and she looked concerned. Even after a few short hours, Rachel knew Sophie liked things calm and organized. So when Phin Tucker walked up behind her and said something, and she jumped a mile, Rachel could have told him that was a bad move. He and Wes had parked behind the Lutz's van, and Wes had said something to Amy and gone in the house, but Phin went to Sophie and stayed. So he wanted something – three guesses what – but he was doing it all wrong. Well, he'd figure it out. Phin got everything he wanted sooner or later.
"Hey," Rob said behind her. "Get busy."
"Right," Rachel said, and crossed her fingers that Phin would do his usual good work. Her future depended on it.
*
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"I'm a little worried about Clea," the mayor had said to Sophie out in the yard. "I had nine stitches because of her. She could put Frank in the hospital."
Sophie watched Frank making a fool of himself on the porch in front of his wife, who looked homicidal.
"Clea's not the only one who could hurt him." She turned back to the mayor. "How did she give you nine stitches?"
"I looked down her blouse and fell off my bike."
Sophie looked at him with contempt and he said, "Hey, I was twelve. She leaned over. Not my
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