Page 55 of Match Me If You Can (Chicago Stars 6)

A gray rental SUV waited for them at the small airstrip. They were only about eighty miles from Mackinac Island, and the warm afternoon air carried the crisp, piney scent of the north woods. Heath grabbed her bag along with his own and carried them to the car, then went back for his golf clubs. She’d strained her budget to buy a few new things for the trip, including her buff slacks, which had thin brown stripes that made her legs look longer. A flirty bronze top set off tiny amber eardrops, a Christmas gift from Kate. She’d gotten her split ends trimmed, and for once her hair wasn’t giving her trouble. Heath wore another of his expensive polo shirts, this one moss green, along with stone-colored chinos and loafers.

He set the suitcases in the back then tossed her the keys. “You drive.”

She repressed a smile as she climbed behind the wheel. “With each passing day, your reasons for wanting a wife become clearer.”

He shoved his laptop in the back and settled into the passenger seat. She consulted Molly’s directions, then pulled out onto a winding two-lane highway. She wondered how he’d spent the Fourth. She hadn’t seen him since Wednesday, when she’d introduced him to the De Paul harpist, whom he found intelligent, attractive, but too serious. After the date, he’d pressed her for more information about Gwen. Someday very soon she’d have to tell him the truth about that. Not a pleasant thought.

As he made another call, she concentrated on the pleasure of driving a car that wasn’t Sherman. Molly hadn’t exaggerated when she’d described how beautiful it was up here. Woods stretched on each side of the road, stands of pine, oak, and maple. Last year, Annabelle had been forced to cancel her plans to attend the retreat after Kate had shown up in Chicago unannounced, but she’d heard all about it: the walks they’d taken through the campground, how they’d gone swimming in the lake and held their book discussion in the new gazebo Molly and Kevin had build near their private living area, which was attached to the B&B. It had sounded so relaxing. But she didn’t feel relaxed now. She had too much at stake, and she had to get her head together.

Heath made a second call before he put his phone away and occupied himself with criticizing her driving. “You have plenty of room to pass that truck.”

“As long as I ignore the double yellow line.”

“You’ll be fine if you step on it.”

“Right. Why worry about a silly thing like a head-on collision?”

“The speed limit’s fifty-five. You’re barely doing sixty.”

“Don’t make me stop this car, young man.”

He chuckled, and for a few moments, his tension eased. Soon, however, he was back at it: sighing, tapping his foot, fiddling with the radio. She shot him a dark look. “You’re never going to be able to manage three whole days away from work.”

“Sure I can.”

“Not without your cell.”

“Definitely not. You’ll win our bet.”

“We don’t have a bet!”

“Good. I hate losing. And it’s not really three days. I’ve already put in eight hours today, and I’m taking off for Detroit on Sunday morning. You made plans to get back to the city, right?”

She nodded. She was riding back with Janine, the group’s other unmarried member. He peered over at the speedometer. “You must have spoken to Molly since the party, and I’m guessing she grilled you about this weekend. How did you explain why I was coming with you?”

“I said that someone was at my door, and I’d get back to her. Is that a wild turkey?”

“I don’t know. Did you call her back?”

“No.”

“You should have. Now she’ll be suspicious.”

“What was I supposed to say? That you’re obsessed with sucking up to her sister?”

“No, you were supposed to say that I’ve been working too hard, and it’s made me so tense I can’t appreciate all the great women you’re introducing me to.”

“That’s for sure. You should give Zoe another chance. The harpist,” she added, in case he’d already forgotten.

“I remember.”

“Just because she thinks Adam Sandler is moronic doesn’t mean she has no sense of humor.”

“You think Adam Sandler’s funny,” he pointed out.

“Yes, but I’m immature.”

He smiled. “Admit it. You know she wasn’t right for me. I don’t even think she liked me that much. Although she did have great legs.” He leaned against the headrest, his mouth curling like a Python’s tail. “Tell Molly you can’t find me a wife when all I think about is work. Say you need to get me away from the city this weekend so you can have a serious talk with m

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