The Husband She Couldn't Forget
Шрифт:
Walking into her office, she stowed her briefcase under her desk and sat down. She had just a few minutes to get a cup of coffee before Rolland arrived for his session. She’d spent the greater part of the evening thinking of how to discourage any further advancement of his crush, but the truth of the matter was that when she’d shaken his hand last night, something had happened.
It was as if a fizzler had been placed beneath her skin and ignited because she’d spent the rest of the evening massaging her arm to rid it of the stimulation.
How had that happened?
She had to remember he was her patient. Blowing out a disgusted breath, she grabbed her cup and went to the break room where she met more curious stares. Two therapists finished their coffee and walked out and she was left alone with the one woman she liked the least.
“Why are you dressed like you belong on the prairie?”
The department’s administrative assistant Cali loved to attract attention and she did it by wearing as little as possible. She walked over to the coffeemaker, stuck her cup in front of Melanie’s and brewed a cup of cappuccino.
“Thank you for noticing my pretty dress. I like it, too,” Melanie said.
She handed Cali her cup and the younger woman smiled sweetly. “Don’t try to use that reverse psychology on me. I’m too smart for that. That’s an ugly dress and you know it. If you don’t, you do now. And good luck at the patient softball picnic in that awful thing.”
The younger woman was almost out the door. “Cali, don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. If you value your job, you’ll remember your position and you’ll remember mine, too.”
All pretense was gone, replaced by a look of hate on Cali’s face. “You think you can come in here and just replace my best friend. Well, I’m going to do everything I can to make sure you don’t last in your position.”
“I’m glad I know where you stand.”
“Don’t get comfortable.” With a twist of her blond head, she walked out, her hip bumping the door, making it hit the wall. For all her theatrics, she nearly ran into Rolland who was oblivious to her drama.
“Hey, Cali.”
“Oh, hi.”
He stuck his head in the break room. “It’s ten o’clock and I believe we have a date with a compass.”
Melanie emptied her cup into the sink and rinsed it as she took several deep cleansing breaths. “You’re right we do.”
“You do know it’s going to be ninety degrees today.” He eyed her dress skeptically.
Melanie sighed, having not taken that into consideration when looking at clothes to completely cover her body. “I can handle it.”
“All right. But you look like you belong on that TV show.”
“Little House on the Prairie?” she asked, getting her sunglasses out of her desk and heading toward the door.
“No. What Not to Wear.”
“That’s not funny at all, Rolland.”
Rolland laughed aloud as they kept walking through the woods, birds flapping overhead, disturbed at his apparent glee. He’d made another joke about how old-fashioned her dress was.
“I’m sorry, Melanie.”
How could she stay mad at him when he looked so handsome and so contrite at the same time? He was cool in his khaki shorts and blue golf shirt.
“Do you accept my apology?”
She’d folded her arms and had stopped walking, but she smacked his outstretched hand. “Of course I do. I never hold a grudge. Come on. Where are we?”
“I don’t know.”
“Rolland, you can’t say you don’t know. Look at your compass.”
“Melanie, I don’t know where you got these compasses from, possibly the same place you got your dress, but it says south.”
Despite herself, she giggled and pretended to punch him in the arm. She pulled the collar away from her throat and wouldn’t admit the dress was a bad choice. Or that the lace was scratching her neck so bad she thought she was about to be beheaded. Or that she wished she had worn shorts like Rolland. And that his legs looked good, despite the neatly sewn scars.
It had been her idea to take the trail into the woods, “get lost” and find their way out. They were still on Ryder property, but she wanted him to find his way back to the campus.
“Stop cracking on my dress. I happen to like it. A friend gave it to me.”
“You should give it back.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s not you. You’re short, so why buy a short woman a long dress unless you don’t know anything about women.”
“What do you know about them?”
He stopped in the middle of the path, put his hands on his hips and struck the pose of the Greek God Zeus. “I’ve made love to beautiful women, Melanie. You’re a beautiful woman and whoever gave you that dress wasn’t thinking of you as a woman.”
Her throat closed and she had to open her mouth and take a deep breath. “How do you believe they were thinking of me?”
“As an object.”
A squirrel rustled the leaves and branches behind her and she jumped.
Rolland took her hand and urged her on. “You have a nice figure. Why cover it up?”
“I have a professional job and I have to dress a certain way.”
“You’re not Cali. You’re not making a statement with your clothes, but you will be if you start wearing that to work all the time. It’s like a blanket.”
“Who are you?” she murmured, then shook her head, hearing herself. “Let me see that compass. The object of the compass is to let it do its job. It will locate the sun. Where is the center? Do you remember?”
“North, northwest.”
“Okay, then we want to figure out where we are.” She paused and fanned herself. “It’s supposed to be fall. Where are the cool temperatures?”
“You do listen to the weather, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
“Then you know we’re having an Indian summer.”