Page 126 of Match Me If You Can (Chicago Stars 6)

She marched to the door. “Thanks for stopping by. Sorry you have to leave so soon.”

Portia sat on the arm of the couch. “Do you have any idea how much courage it took for him to accept the fact that he’s fallen in love with you, let alone to come here and lay his heart on the line? And what did you do? Tossed his feelings right back in his face, didn’t you? Extremely unwise, Annabelle, especially with Heath. He’s very emotionally insecure. From what Bodie’s told me, I suspect that’s exactly what his subconscious expected you to do, and I don’t think he’ll have the guts to ask you again.”

“Insecure? He’s the cockiest man in the universe.” But Portia had shaken her confidence, and the floor no longer felt quite so steady. “He doesn’t love me,” Annabelle said more forcefully. “He just can’t stand hearing anybody say no to him.”

“You’re so wrong.” A voice spoke from behind her. She whipped around to see Bodie framed in the door. Unlike Portia, he was pulled together from head to toe in a gray sweater, great fitting jeans, and motorcycle boots.

Annabelle went on the attack. “Did Heath send you to talk to me? It would be just like him to delegate another one of those messy personal tasks he dislikes so much.”

“She’s a bit of a bitch,” Portia said to Bodie, as if Annabelle weren’t in the room.

He lifted an eyebrow. “Babe.”

Portia held out her hand. “I know, I know …If she were a man, she’d be labeled aggressive. But honestly, Bodie, sometimes a bitch is just a bitch.”

“Exactly.”

Portia seemed amused. “Point taken.”

He chuckled, and Annabelle began to feel like a tagalong at her own crisis. Bodie finally managed to drag his eyes away from Blue Girl. “Heath doesn’t know either one of us is here. I only found out where he’d gone through an accidental telephone conversation I had with Kevin’s kid.” He slipped his arm around Portia’s shoulders. “The thing is, Annabelle…What if Portia’s right? And, let’s face it, she has more experience with this kind of crap than you do. Just because she has a history of screwing up her own life—which I’m happy to say she’s working through—doesn’t mean she hasn’t made a success out of other peoples’ lives. Bottom line—there’s a fairly simple way to settle this.”

Fighting both of them had exhausted her already diminished resources, and Annabelle slumped into the sofa. “Nothing’s simple when it comes to that man.”

“This time it is,” he said. “I caught a glimpse of him heading for that path that goes around the lake.”

The same path she’d planned to walk this afternoon.

“Go after him,” Bodie said, “and when you find him, ask him two questions. When you hear his answers, you’ll know exactly what to do.”

“Two questions?”

“That’s right. And I’m going to tell you exactly what they are…”

Water from the soggy leaves seeped into Annabelle’s sneakers, and her teeth had begun to chatter, more from nerves, she suspected, than the chill. She might be making the worst mistake of her life. She couldn’t see anything special about the questions Bodie had posed, but he’d been adamant. As for Portia…The woman was scary. Annabelle wouldn’t have been surprised to see her pull a handgun from her purse. Portia and Bodie were the weirdest couple she’d ever seen, and yet they seemed to understand each other perfectly. Apparently, Annabelle had a lot more to learn about being a matchmaker. She had to admit Portia was growing on her. How could you hate a woman who was so willing to put herself on the line?

The path grew steeper as it climbed toward the rocky bluff that jutted over the water. Molly said she and Kevin came here sometimes to dive. Annabelle paused as she rounded the bend to catch her breath. That was when she saw Heath. He stood on the rocky ledge gazing out at the lake, his jacket pushed back, his fingertips stuffed in his back pockets. Even unkempt and disheveled, he was magnificent, an alpha male at the top of every game he played, except the most important one.

He heard her footsteps and turned his head. Slowly, his hands dropped to his sides. In the distance, she saw a tiny speck in the sky. The balloons drifting away. It didn’t seem like a comforting omen. “I need to ask you two questions,” she said.

His stance, his shuttered expression, everything about him reminded her of the way the cottages had been closed up for the winter—no hot water, curtains drawn, doors locked. “All right,” he said tonelessly.

Her heart hammered as she stepped around the NO DIVING sign. “First question. Where’s your cell?”

“My cell? Why do you care?”

She wasn’t sure. What difference could it make which pocket he’d stashed it in? Still, Bodie had insisted she ask.

“Last time I saw it,” Heath said, “Pip had it.”

“You let her steal another phone?”

“No, I gave it to her.”

She swallowed and stared at him. This was getting serious. “You gave her your cell? Why?”

“Is this the second question?”

“No. Scratch that. The second question is…Why haven’t you returned Dean’s calls?”

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