Page 51 of Courting Catherine
“We shouldn’t spy on them,” Suzanna murmured, but moved the curtain aside a bit more.
“We’re not.” Amanda strained her eyes. “We’re just checking, that’s all. Can you see anything?”
“They’re still in the car,” Coco complained. “How are we supposed to see what’s going on if they’re going to sit in the car?”
“We could use our imaginations.” Lilah shook her hair back. “If that man isn’t begging her to go to Boston with him, then he really is a jerk.”
“To Boston?” Alarmed, Suzanna glanced over. “You don’t think she’d go to Boston, do you?”
“She’d go to the Ukraine if he had the sense to ask her,” Amanda commented. “Look, they’re getting out.”
“Maybe if we just cracked a window a little bit, we could hear—”
“Aunt Coco, that’s ridiculous.” Lilah clucked her tongue.
“You’re right, of course.” Color tinged Coco’s cheek.
“Of course I’m right. They’d hear the windows creak if we tried.” Grinning, she pressed her face against the glass. “We’ll just have to read their lips.”
“This was nice,” C.C. said as she stepped out of the car. “I haven’t been out to dinner in a while.”
“You had dinner with Finney.”
She gave him a blank look, then laughed. “Oh, Finney, sure.” The breeze played with her bangs as she smiled. “You’ve got quite a memory.”
“Some things seem to stick to it.” The jealousy he felt was, unfortunately, no memory. “Doesn’t he ever take you out?”
“Finney? No, I just go to his place.”
Frustrated, Trent jammed his hands into his pockets. “He should take you out.”
She smothered a chuckle as the image of old Albert Finney escorting her to a restaurant ran through her mind. “I’ll be sure to mention it to him.” She turned to start up the steps.
“Catherine, don’t go in yet.” He took her hands.
At the windows four pairs of eyes narrowed.
“It’s late, Trent.”
“I don’t know if I’ll see you again before I leave.”
It took all her strength to keep her eyes steady. “Then we’ll say goodbye now.”
“I need to see you again.”
“The shop’s open at eight-thirty. I’ll be there.”
“Damn it, C.C., you know what I mean.” His hands were on her shoulders now.
“No, I don’t.”
“Come to Boston.” He blurted it out, shocking himself while she stood calmly waiting.
“Why?”
To give himself a moment to find control again, he stepped back. “I could show you around.” How much more inane could he get? Trent wondered. How much more beautiful could she look? “You said you’d never been. We could... have some time together.”
Inside her wrap, she shivered, but her voice was calm and smooth. “Are you asking me to come to Boston and have an affair with you?”
