Page 50 of Arse Over Irish Teacup
Roan waited to hear more of her excursions but after the shops she stopped talking. “Is that all?”
Beth nodded as she took a bite of the bread she had just buttered. Ireland may not agree with her but Irish butter sure did.
So, all she had seen was the inside of a few hotel rooms, rain, and a bunch of reruns on television. “I could take you on a drive. We could go tomorrow.”
“You must have a life and I’ve interrupted it enough but thank you. No, I’m just going to chalk this trip up to a terrible decision. But it’s ended so much better than it began. Roan, I can’t thank you enough for letting me stay here. It’s the first time I’ve felt comfortable since I got off the plane.”
“I’m happy to help. So then I’ll come by for you on Saturday at three.”
“Oh wait, Roan what kind of wedding is it? I mean is it black tie?”
“No, just wear something nice and you’ll be grand. See you.”
“See you,” she smiled to herself. Bethany Spinner had a date.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Beth staredat her reflection in the bathroom mirror with a terrified, helpless expression. Her long loose curls that normally laid nicely, must have been attacked by a flock of birds during in the night. Another reason to go home. Her hair had never looked like this before. She dialed Lauren.
“Help! My hair is awful! What am I going to do?”
Beth had the nicest head of hair Lauren had ever seen so she didn’t take her seriously. “How bad can it be?”
“Remember the time you crimped my hair?”
“Yes …” Lauren was afraid.
“This is worse.”
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Beth really was having a bad hair day! And that’s a whole lot of hair to have a bad hair day with! There was only one thing to do, Beth would have to be brave, and ever so cautiously use bobby pins. God preserve us.
Luckily Beth found some bobby pins in a small box on top of the dresser. One thing every woman has is bobby pins—unless your name is Bethany Spinner.
After thirty minutes of instruction, two dozen pins, and some hairspray that made Beth sneeze, her hair was elegantly pulled back and up. Crisis averted. Only now she had just a few minutes to apply her makeup and get dressed before Roan arrived.
Lauren wished her luck and blew a kiss through the telephone.
A knock sounded on the front door and Beth rushed through the house in no shoes, while putting her earrings in, to answer it.
“Wow, you look gorgeous,” Roan said after she threw open the door. Bethany Spinner cleaned up nice, really nice. Her pulled-back hair exposed her elegant neckline, and her teal dress was sexy without being revealing. In short: Wow!
“Thank you.” She didn’t realize his compliment was genuine or she would have blushed. “I’ll just put my shoes on and get my purse. I’ll only be a minute.” She hurried away, leaving him in the living room to roll up his jaw.
While he waited Roan thought how nice it was to have life in the house again. His grandmother’s house had always been a warm, inviting place but lately had been cold and empty and it felt wrong. Now, with Beth there, the house—its spirit—was alive again.
“Okay, I’m ready.” Beth reappeared holding her jacket (she wasn’t taking any chances), purse and wearing black satin flat shoes with a rhinestone buckle.
Roan smiled in appreciation and offered his arm to escort her to the car. “It’s another nice day outside. Hopefully you won’t need your jacket,” he said, opening her car door.
Beth thanked him as she slid into her seat. His car was clean, comfortable, and a standard shift. She shuddered at the sight.
Roan got in and backed out of the driveway. As he waited for a car to pass by he took a moment to admire Beth. “Your hair looks nice like that,” he said.
“Thanks. I had to call Lauren for help on what to do with it.” Suddenly Beth realized she forgot her phone. The cellular service had come back on and she wanted to have it with her—in case she was dead wrong about Roan and he did in fact turn out to be an ax murderer.
Roan pulled back up to the house and Beth jumped out, hurrying into the house. She was only inside for a few seconds before reappearing, slamming her skirt in the door, and hopping back into the car.
