Page 38 of Suddenly Single
Jenny was about 75 percent sure that’s what the email said.“Well this is fantastic,” she said.“You should ask her to come here to meet.”
“Here!” Lorenzo said with some disdain.“Lake Haven, it is good for fishing.But not for trueamore.”
“You’re wrong, my friend.It’s perfect,” Jenny said, and handed the phone back to him. “There are no distractions here.No girlfriends to whisper in her ear.It’s just you and her and the world as God gave it to us.No social media, no phones—”
Lorenzo gasped and grabbed her arm. “Si,” he said.“Yes, this isbrillante,Jenny Turner.It is the only way.Shemustcome here to me.” He took a few steps away from her, one hand on top of his head, obviously thinking through the idea.
Jenny took another bite of her sandwich, her gaze finding Edan again.He was holding a pole now, his line cast.Fishing was such a solitary occupation.
“Now then, I will help you,” Lorenzo announced.
Jenny’s heart skipped.She looked up to see Lorenzo’s smile of determination.“Umm…no thank you.”
“No, I will not accept this.Iknow how a man’s heart is won.”
“That’s great—but I’m not trying to win his heart,” Jenny said, panicking a little.“I only want to be his friend.”
“Friend! Men and women were not meant to be friends, Jenny Turner.There is only one way to bring him to you—you must make him jealous.”
“No!” she exclaimed, horrified.“He’s going back to his fiancée. Whatever you may think about it, he believes there’s still a chance.”
“Big mistake,” Lorenzo said.“He mourns her yet.But mourning, it does not last forever.Loss lasts forever, but not grieves.”
“Grief.”
“What I mean, little peach, is that life goes on.But there are times that this life, it needs a bit of a push.”
“Absolutely not,” Jenny said, shaking her head, startled that Lorenzo had said the same thing her father had said all those years ago when her mother had died.He’d nudged her, all right, sending her off to school.Life goes on,he’d said.He’d been wrong about that at the time, because life didn’t go on so easily, and to pretend it did had caused her to distrust her father.
She shook her head again.“I’m not going to bother him—”
“Bother? You will notbotherhim—he will want your more than air.”
“No he won’t—”
“Come,” Lorenzo commanded.
“I don’t want to.”
Lorenzo bent over and took the sandwich from her hand and tossed it aside.
“Hey!”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, and with his thumb, knocked a crumb off her lip.He tilted his head to one side, studying her.He pulled her hair down from the top of her head, fluffed her bangs, and frowned a little.“It must do.”
“Thanks a lot,” Jenny snorted.
“Now then, we go.”
“Lorenzo!” she cried as he gave her a sharp tug and made her march along with him down to the water’s edge where Edan was fishing.“I don’t want to do this!”
“Edan, my friend!” Lorenzo said, ignoring her.“You must show Jenny Turner how to do this fish.”
Edan glanced over his shoulder at them, his gaze flicking over Jenny.
“You must teach her to cast the line,” Lorenzo said loudly.
“Would you no’ like to do it yourself, mate?” Edan asked, turning his attention back to his line.
