An Engagement in Seattle (20 page)

“Because a great-looking guy just pulled up in a red car.”

Lesley whirled around to see Chase climbing out of it. His smile was tentative as his eyes fell on her watering the lawn.

“I haven’t come at a bad time, have I?” he called from the driveway.

Four

“H
ey,” Daisy whispered as Chase approached, “this guy is gorgeous. You don’t happen to remember the phone number on that billboard, do you? I think
I’ll
apply.”

Lesley cast her neighbor a scalding look.

Daisy laughed, obviously considering herself amusing.

“I take it you saw the noon news,” Chase said cautiously.

“You mean the story about your crazy billboard? Yes, I saw it.”

Chase took a couple of steps toward her. “Are you going to squirt me with that hose?”

“I should.” She figured it was a credit to her upbringing that she didn’t.

Angry shouts burst from Daisy’s house and Eric chased Kevin out the front door. Lesley’s neighbor hollered for the two boys to stop fighting. It soon became obvious that she was needed to untangle her sons.

“Darn,” Daisy said, “and I was hoping to hear this.” She stepped forward and shook hands with Chase. “I’m Lesley’s neighbor, Daisy Sullivan. Be patient with her. She’ll come around.”

“Daisy!” It irritated Lesley to no end that her friend was siding with Chase and worse, offering him advice on how to handle her.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Daisy said as she hurried over to her own house.

“I would’ve said something yesterday,” Chase told her, keeping a safe distance between them. “But you mentioned having seen the billboard yourself, remember?”

Lesley lowered her eyes. She’d more than mentioned the billboard, she’d offered a detailed opinion of the mental state of the man who’d paid for it, never guessing it was Chase.

“You could have told me later, after dinner,” she reminded him. “That would have been the fair thing to do.”

Chase advanced one step. “You’re right, I should have, but it completely slipped my mind. I got so caught up in being with you that I forgot. I realize that’s a poor excuse, but it’s the truth.”

Lesley felt herself weakening. She’d enjoyed their evening together, too. That was what hurt so much now. For the first time in months she’d been able to put aside the pain of Tony’s betrayal and have fun. Playing the role of tour guide and showing Chase the city she loved had been more than a pleasant distraction, it had freed her. But after she’d seen the noon news, all those reawakened emotions felt like a sham. Instead of anticipation, she’d suffered regret.

“I was hoping you’d agree to see me again,” Chase said enticingly. “I’ve been meeting with women all day and I haven’t met a single one I like as much as you.”

“Of course you like me the best,” Lesley said indignantly. “Only a crazy-woman would answer that ad.”

Chase buried his hands in his pants pockets. “That’s what you said when you mentioned the ad, remember? You had me wondering, but, Lesley, you’re wrong. I’ve spent hours meeting with them, and that isn’t the case. Most have been pleasant and sincere.”

“Then you should be dating
them.
” Her minuscule lawn was well past the point of being watered, but she persisted, drenching it. If she continued, it’d soon be swampland.

“You’re probably right. I should be getting to know them better. But I’d rather spend my free time with you. Will you have dinner with me tonight?”

The temptation was strong, but Lesley refused to give in to it. “I…don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Something’s come up unexpectedly.”

“What?”

“I forgot I was meeting a friend.”

“That’s not very original, Lesley. Try again.”

“Don’t do this,” she pleaded.

“Where would you like to eat?”

“I said I couldn’t.”

“Any restaurant in town—you name it.”

Lesley hadn’t expected him to persevere. But she could be equally stubborn. A rejection had already formed in her mind, when Chase removed the hose from her hand, putting it down. He took her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. She might’ve been able to send him away if he hadn’t touched her, but the moment he did, Lesley realized it was too late.

She knew the exact second she surrendered; it was the same second she knew he was going to kiss her and how badly she wanted him to.

His palms framed her face and he took her mouth greedily. Not only did Lesley allow the kiss, but she assisted him. Her hands splayed across his chest and she leaned closer. His kiss was hungry and demanding, and she clenched her fists in the fabric of his shirt as she battled against the sensations and feelings that came to life inside her. By the time it ended, Lesley knew she’d lost.

“Do you believe in fate?” he whispered.

“I…I don’t think so.”

“I didn’t until I met you.”

“Stop, Chase. Please…” She was fighting him for all she was worth and losing more ground every second he held her.

“Dinner. That’s all I ask. One last time together and if you decide afterward that you don’t want to see me again, I’ll accept that.”

“Promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Despite her indecision, Lesley had to laugh. That sounded like something the kids next door would say.

“Now, where would you like to eat? Anyplace in town, just name it.”

“Ah…”

“The Space Needle? Canlis? Il Bistro?”

Lesley could suggest a better way of testing a man’s character than sitting across from him in some fancy restaurant with a bevy of attentive waiters seeing to their every need.

“I’d like to eat at Bobby’s Burgers and then play a game of golf.”

Chase’s eyes widened. “Golf?”

“You heard me.”

“Lesley, I don’t know if you realize this, but there isn’t a golf course within eight hundred miles of Twin Creeks. I’ve never played the game.”

“You’ll pick it up fast, I’m sure. Anyway, those are my conditions. Take them or leave them.”

Chase groaned. “All right, if you want to see me make a fool of myself.”

Miniature golf. That was what Lesley had in mind.

She’d left him worrying all the way through their hamburgers before they drove to the golf course and he learned the truth. It was a just punishment, he decided, for what he’d put her through.

He’d suspected Lesley would be good at it and she was, soundly defeating him on the first nine holes. But as she’d said, he was a fast learner, rallying on the last nine. When they added up their scores, Lesley won by three strokes.

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed so much,” she said over a glass of iced tea. They were relaxing on the patio under a pink-and-orange-striped umbrella, surrounded by children and a handful of adults. “You’re a good sport, Chase.”

“Does that surprise you?”

She hesitated. “A little. Men don’t like to lose, especially to a woman.”

“That’s not true in all situations, just some.”

“Name one.” Her challenge was there, bold and unmistakable.

“When it comes to a woman deciding between two men,” he said thoughtfully. “Naturally, I can’t speak for all men, but there’s one thing that bothers me more than anything.”

“And that’s?”

“When I’m forced to compete with another man for a woman’s affection.”

Lesley grew quiet after that, and Chase hoped he hadn’t offended her with his honesty. He couldn’t apologize for speaking the truth.

“Tell me about the women you saw today,” she said unexpectedly, sounding almost cheerful. He caught the gleam in her eye and realized she was prepared to hear horror stories.

“I was really surprised by some,” he began.

“Oh? Were they that awful?”

“No.” He shook his head. “Not at all—there were some classy women in the group, with good educations. One of the first few I interviewed had her master’s degree.”

“What prompted
her
to respond to your ad?” The self-satisfied look disappeared, replaced by one of genuine curiosity.

Chase had wondered about that himself. “I asked about her motives right off. Don’t get me wrong—Twin Creeks is a nice, civilized town, but it’s a long way from shopping centers, large libraries and cultural events. Granted, we have TV and the internet, but you aren’t ever going to see any Broadway shows performed there. I explained all that to Christine.”

“And she still wanted to marry you?”

Chase nodded. “At least she said she did. She explained that she’s in her late thirties and has a successful career. But now she realizes how badly she wants a husband and family. She claimed every guy she’s dated in the last few years is emotionally scarred from a breakup or a divorce.”

“Having reentered the dating scene myself, I’m beginning to see how true that is.”

“Christine is mainly interested in starting a family,” Chase concluded.

“How do you feel about children?” She propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin in her palms as she studied him.

“I want a family, but I’d prefer to wait a year or two, to give my wife the opportunity to know me better and for me to know her. In my view, it’s important to be sure the marriage is going to last before we bring a child into the equation.”

“That’s an intelligent way of looking at it.”

Lesley went silent again and he saw pain in her eyes and wondered at the cause. He was about to question her when she spoke again.

“Other than Christine, is there another woman who made an impression on you?”

“Several. A female plumber who let me know she doesn’t, uh, mind kinky sex.”

The look that came over Lesley was very prim and proper. “I see.”

“And Bunny, who has four children under the age of six.”

“Oh, my goodness.”

“She was looking for someone to help her raise her kids and was honest about it. Her ex-husband abandoned them nine months ago.”

“The creep.”

Chase agreed with her. “I don’t understand how a man can walk away from his responsibilities like that. What he did to Bunny is bad enough, but to leave those beautiful children…”

“She brought them?”

“No, I asked to see a picture. They’re cute as could be. I felt sorry for her.” He didn’t mention that he’d given her enough money to fill her gas tank so she could get home and paid for a week’s worth of groceries. She hadn’t asked, but he could tell she was in dire financial straits.

“You aren’t interested in a woman with excess baggage?” she asked, almost flippantly. Though he’d only known Lesley a short time, he already knew it wasn’t like her to be so offhand. He suspected something else was bothering her.

“Bunny’s a good woman who didn’t deserve to be treated so badly by the man she’d loved and trusted. The divorce was final less than a week ago. Bunny, and the children, too, need more love and help than I could give them. To answer your question, no, I don’t object to marrying a woman with children.”

Lesley was silent for a long time after that. “My dad left us,” she finally said in a small voice.

Chase chose his words carefully, not knowing how to comment or if he should. “It must have been very hard.”

“I was only six and we were going to Disneyland. Mom had worked a second job in order to save extra money for the trip. Dad took the money when he left.”

“Oh, Lesley, I’m sorry.”

The look in her eyes became distant, as if she were that six-year-old child, reliving the nightmare of being abandoned by her father all over again.

“I know I shouldn’t have blamed myself. I didn’t drive my father away, but for years I was convinced that if I’d been the son he wanted, he’d never have left.”

“Have you had any contact with him since?”

“He called when I was fifteen and wanted to see me.”

“Did you?”

She nodded. “After being so bitterly hurt, I didn’t have a lot of hope for our meeting. It’s funny the things a child will remember about someone. I always thought of my dad as big and strong and invincible. When we met again nine years later, I realized he was weak and selfish. We had lunch together and he told me I could order anything I wanted. I remember I asked for the most expensive thing on the menu even though I didn’t like steak. I barely touched the steak sandwich and took it home for our dog. I made sure he knew he’d paid top dollar to feed our collie, too.”

“What made him contact you after all those years?”

Lesley sighed. “He seemed to want me to absolve him from his guilt. He told me how hard his life had been when he was married to my mother and had a child—me—with all the responsibilities that entails. He claimed he’d married too young, that they’d both made mistakes. He said he couldn’t handle the pressures of constantly being in debt and never having money to do the kinds of things he wanted to do.

“That’s when I learned the truth. My dad walked out on my mother and me because he wanted to race sports cars. Imagine, driving a sports car meaning more to him than his wife and daughter.

“You might think badly of me, but I wouldn’t give him the forgiveness he was seeking—not then. It wasn’t until later, in my early twenties, when I learned he’d died of cancer, that I was able to find it in my heart to forgive him.”