His eyebrows shot up. “My, my, aren’t we testy.”
“I have plans this evening,” she said, without enlightening him that those plans involved Shirley Knight. She figured they’d have left by the time he returned from his appointment. Anyway, it was none of his business, although she’d rather let him think she had a date. “I had to cancel my hair appointment.”
“You could always have said no, but I’m grateful you didn’t.”
“I’m not doing this for you,” she said curtly. “It’s for Charlotte and Ben.”
“For my mother and stepfather?” he asked, crossing his arms. “Why?”
“You said something about going back to a couple of the assisted-living places,” she reminded him.
“Perhaps I did. But—”
“Yes, you most certainly did.” Miranda wasn’t pleased. “What’s going on? Why else would you drag me here on my day off?”
“Maybe I wanted the pleasure of your company.” He grinned. His sexy smile never failed to lower her guard. Unable to meet his eyes without butterflies swarming in her stomach, Miranda looked away.
“You should’ve told me about your hair appointment. Go ahead and keep it. I’ll change my plans.”
“A little late now.” She snorted. A customer walked in the door and Will gestured for her to do the talking. Matt Langley, a local attorney, wanted a birthday gift for his wife, telling Miranda that Olivia Griffin had recommended her brother’s gallery. Miranda sold him a painting, the most expensive one they currently had.
“Damn, you’re good,” Will said admiringly after Matt left.
Miranda didn’t respond. She’d already started to make arrangements to have the painting delivered to the attorney’s home Saturday afternoon.
“Can’t you take a compliment?” Will asked with a slight edge.
“Yes, of course I can. It just depends on who’s giving it.”
Will grumbled under his breath.
“Did you say something?” she asked in a sharp voice.
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I did.”
“And what was it?” she challenged.
“I wondered why you find it so difficult to simply say thank you. That’s what most people do when they receive a compliment. But not you. Oh, no, that would be far too conciliatory. Why are you constantly fighting with me, Miranda? Am I really such a terrible employer?”
“No,” she admitted with some reluctance.
“You don’t sound like you mean it. Listen, it was a mistake to call you in on your day off. Go. I’ll be fine. I can rearrange my dentist appointment and my—”
“A dentist appointment! You called me in because you have a dentist appointment?” He knew which days she had off and obviously he’d scheduled this one knowing full well she’d have to come in.
He turned his back on her and walked into his office. “It’s at three—after Olivia and I see the people at Stanford Suites.”
So he did have an appointment at the assisted-living place. Why hadn’t he just said so? she thought irritably. What kind of game was he playing?
Miranda followed him into the other room. “I’m here now. You might as well go.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll reschedule with Olivia and the dentist.”
“I said I’d stay.”
He kept his hand on the phone. “Like I said, you could’ve told me no.”
“I could have,” she agreed.
“Then why didn’t you?”
“And why do you leave everything to the last possible minute, as if I don’t have any plans or responsibilities?”
“Guilty as charged. You’re right. I should’ve asked you sooner. But the appointment at Stanford Suites was on fairly short notice. And the dentist had a cancellation. Still, I apologize.” He seemed to think he could charm his way back into her good graces.
Miranda reviewed their short conversation earlier that afternoon. Will had called her at home around noon and, despite everything, she’d been excited to hear from him. He’d asked if it was possible to work on her day off for a few hours. She’d said yes and even been eager to do so. She’d overreacted just now because…because she needed to keep her distance, emotionally and otherwise.
“You aren’t going to tell me off?” he asked, sounding half amused and half surprised.
“No, I guess not.”
“You’re not coming down with a fever, are you?”
“No,” she replied tersely. “Like you’d care.”
He immediately sighed. “Oh, good. You’re back to normal.”
He was right; snapping at him was her normal reaction—especially since their kiss…or rather, kisses. Until that very moment, she hadn’t really understood what she was doing or why. She wondered if Will had reached the same conclusion. Probably not. After the incident on Halloween she’d redoubled her efforts to hide her attraction, from him if not herself.
“Keep your appointments,” she insisted. “I’ve already rearranged my schedule to accommodate yours, so there’s no need to cancel now.” She hurried out of his office and avoided him until he left. They exchanged a curt goodbye and that was it.
Will was away from the gallery for two and a half hours, arriving back at quarter to four, but he might as well have been invisible. He went directly into his office and shut himself in. After closing the gallery a few minutes early, she knocked at his door, hoping to at least clear the air before their next encounter.
“Come in,” Will called.
“I’m getting ready to go.” She wanted to escape as soon as Shirley arrived, sparing them both an awkward moment. Maybe they should just have met at the restaurant….
He glanced at his watch, apparently surprised at the time, then nodded. “Thank you for coming in this afternoon,” he said formally.
She hesitated. “I, uh, wanted to be sure everything is okay between us.”
“Why shouldn’t it be?” Will asked in congenial tones.
“No reason, I guess.”
He stood, leveled another of those killer smiles directly at her and held out his hand.
“What’s that for?” she asked, leaning forward to extend her own.
Will’s handshake was firm and solid. His smile didn’t waver as his eyes connected with hers. “Friends?”
“Friends,” she echoed, but her voice sounded odd.
“I promise not to call you into work on your days off. I apologize again. I should’ve talked to you much earlier. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Miranda knew very well what he was thinking. Will was thinking of himself, the same way he had most of his adult life. No, she admitted to herself, that wasn’t entirely true. He was capable of very generous behavior. Only it was dangerous—to her sanity and well-being—to view Will as anything but self-centered and self-absorbed. Somehow she managed to nod and smile.
Before she could leave his office and shut the door, Shirley arrived at the gallery. Will brightened the instant he saw her, becoming animated and happy. “Shirley, it’s good to see you.” He clasped her hand in both of his and couldn’t seem to take his eyes off her.
Miranda had to look away for fear he’d notice her reaction.
“I’m here for Miranda,” Shirley said as she withdrew her hand.
“Where’s Larry?” Will asked, ignoring the comment.
“London.”
“Without you?” The sympathy in his voice made Miranda grit her teeth.
“Tanni’s still in high school,” Shirley reminded him. “And I have work to complete here.”
Will nodded with that same unctuous sympathy.
“Larry often travels to England. Hopefully I’ll be able to join him next time,” Shirley went on to say.
“I thought we could walk down to D.D.’s on the Cove for dinner,” Miranda suggested, purposely turning the subject away from Larry’s absence. “It’s close, and that way we won’t need to worry about finding a parking spot.”
“Sounds good.”
“You’re going for dinner?” Will asked, arching his eyebrows slightly. He seemed to be expecting an invitation. He moved away from Shirley to stand beside Miranda.
“We are,” she said. “Just the two of us.”
“Girls’ night out?”
Shirley nodded.
Changing tactics, Will rested one hand on Miranda’s shoulder. “Well, then, have fun, you two.”
Miranda shrugged off his hand and glared at Will. Whatever he thought he was doing, she refused to be part of it.
Shirley started out the door.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” Miranda told her. She waited until the gallery door was completely closed before she whirled around.
“What?” Will asked with a look of innocence.
“Why did you put your hand on my shoulder?” she demanded.
“I don’t know what you’re so upset about. It didn’t mean anything.”
“You were trying to make Shirley jealous, which is ridiculous. In case you’ve forgotten, she’s married to Larry Knight and has no feelings for you whatsoever. I realize it’s difficult for your fragile ego to accept that any woman would choose a man other than you, but—”
“You’d choose me,” Will said, cutting her off.
“That’s…not true.” She could feel a hot blush crawling up her face.
“Is it so strange that you’re attracted to me?” he asked.
“I will not acknowledge anything so asinine,” she said, turning away from him. This was one of the few times in her life when she couldn’t be truthful, didn’t even want to be. The sooner she made her escape, the better. She hoped the November air would cool the embarrassed color heating her face.
“Miranda.” He whispered her name.
“What?” she barked, refusing to turn around.
“We need to talk about the day you kissed me.”
“No, we don’t,” she said, not adding that he’d kissed her, too. She kept her back to him, her hand on the doorknob, eager to get outside where Shirley was waiting.
“I’ve done a lot of thinking about it.”
“Sure you have,” she muttered sarcastically. And, no doubt, laughing his head off, too.
“I have,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He placed his hand on her shoulder again, stroking it gently. “We do need to talk about this.”
“Everything’s already been said. It’s a dead subject.”
“For you, maybe, but not me.”
That did it. She whirled back toward him. “Don’t play with me, Will. You need me because your ego’s taken a hit. What better way to prove to Shirley that you’re over her. An affair with her best friend would tell her that, wouldn’t it?”
He frowned but didn’t contradict her.
“You obviously assume I’m an easy target…that I’m so starved for affection I’d willingly fall into bed with you, even though you’d break my heart without a second thought. But you’re wrong, Will. I’m not interested.”
