The Guy Next Door. Missy Tippens
her eyes and mouth, as if daring Darcy to try to get in the last word.
“I surrender,” Darcy said. “I’m afraid if I keep refusing this folder, you’ll make me arm wrestle Luke to see who has to work on the committee. Luke, I sure hope you don’t plan to refuse your grandmother’s plea.”
“What plea?” he asked.
“I’ll leave you two to talk about it.” Darcy tucked the auction notes into her tote bag. “I’m scheduled to work a couple of hours at the mall tonight.”
Grace made a tsking sound. “Friday night’s the time for a nice dinner date. Didn’t I hear that boy Joey up the street asked you out?”
“Joey Meadows?” With twinkling eyes, Luke looked at Darcy, a laugh so close to the surface she wanted to smack him.
“No, Grace. Joey didn’t ask me out. His mother asked for him.”
Luke’s bark of laughter bounced off the kitchen cabinets.
“Now, no more pushing me to date. Be thankful I’m leaving with the silly file folder.”
“I am thankful. I think you and Luke will do an excellent job co-chairing the auction for the kids in our community.”
“What?” he asked.
Darcy’s stomach briefly took a nosedive before launching into a fluttery dance. This was Grace’s plan? “What do you mean co-chairing?”
“Luke, honey, I need you to take over my duties for the fund-raiser. I’m simply too busy right now to do a thorough job.”
“Whoa. Wait a minute,” Darcy said. “I thought you were just going to ask him to help.” She’d imagined him picking up donated furniture, setting up tables, manual jobs that required a little extra muscle power.
Grace picked up her Bible and waved it. “I’m leading a new women’s Bible study group as well as volunteering at the food pantry this month. I’d like to completely hand over the reins to Luke.”
“Granny, I—”
She threw her hand up to stop him. “How about we talk more about it over dinner? We don’t want to make Darcy late.”
“Okay. I’ll walk her out.”
Maybe Darcy should tell Grace Luke’s plan to ask Burt to move. What if they put the house on the market and Luke left next week?
No, Darcy couldn’t bear to break the woman’s heart. How could she tell Grace that her plan to lure Luke into moving to Appleton was doomed from the start?
Darcy stood and pushed the strap of her bag over her shoulder. “I’ll see you on Sunday.”
“Thanks for coming, dear. The kids in the community will be blessed by your hard work.”
Darcy smiled as she waved and headed toward the living room. Luke went ahead of her and stepped outside to hold the screen door open. For some reason, the thought of working closely with him on the project made her stomach wrap around itself in a pretzel of dread. So many things could go wrong—namely, the fact that he could leave town at any moment, sticking her with the majority of the auction work.
No, worse was the fact that he didn’t seem to care they’d never see each other once he moved Burt and Grace to Nashville.
Barreling out the front door, she ran into a wall of solid muscle.
She nearly bounced off Luke, and he grabbed her arms to set her upright. “You okay?”
“I’m sorry. I was zoned out, wasn’t watching.”
“In that much of a hurry?”
She looked into his stunning brown eyes and swallowed. Nodded. “Can’t be late.”
“Working weekend evenings must cut into your social life.”
“Not everyone has a hot date every weekend,” she snapped.
His eyes widened, and he held up his hands. “Sorry. I meant no offense.”
Heat swept from her chest upward. “No, I’m sorry. Sensitive subject after that conversation with your grandmother.”
Luke leaned against the screen, trapping her between it and the front door, his lips tilted up in a semi-smile. A knowing, snarky and way-too-appealing smile. “So, no hot dates lately, huh?”
“Spoken by the guy who would date anyone in a skirt.” She laughed at his ridiculously cocky pose and tried to shove him out of her way.
His bulging biceps didn’t budge.
A growl formed in her throat, but she stifled it. “Some of us are more selective than others,” she said instead, staring him down, wondering at her breathlessness. What was wrong with her?
“Touché.” His gaze dipped to her lips.
Great. A smudge of pecan pie filling or a speck of crust must’ve landed on her mouth. She nonchalantly wiped the area, just in case.
Luke laughed and stepped back, holding the screen door open. “I’m just playing with you. So you’re heading to the mall job?”
The extra space between them gave her room to breathe. “A night of selling accessories to the teen crowd at Glitzy Glenda’s. Have to be there at six.” Still trying to gather her wits, she glanced at her watch. “It’s five-thirty already.”
“Oh, well, I won’t keep you. But I do need your input on a matter with my dad. Maybe we can get together this weekend?”
Before she could decide how to answer, he gave a jaunty salute and headed back inside, totally unaffected by their close encounter.
* * *
Luke stepped inside Granny’s house, closed the front door and let his head drop against it. Man, what’s my problem?
Darcy was acting perfectly normal, but he hadn’t been able to since the previous day when she’d first smiled up at him and it hit him how badly he’d missed her.
The last time he was home, Darcy had been his rock, holding his hand through his mom’s funeral and graveside service. Talking to friends and family whenever he choked up, sensing his every need. They’d been more in tune than ever.
As friends. So what had changed?
Maybe he’d been working too hard. Hadn’t been on a date in ages. That had to be the problem. Easily remedied when he got back to Nashville.
Luke shook off the weirdness and headed back to help with dinner.
Bustling around her kitchen, his grandmother tried to fill the space—space his mother would normally fill—with chatter.
Everything felt wrong without Mom in their midst. Empty-chair wrong. Lack-of-her-voice wrong. And wrong for Grace to be preparing dinner without the help of her daughter.
Desperate to ease the emptiness, Luke touched his grandmother’s shoulder. “Will you show me how to make your chicken casserole?”
With a grateful smile and misty eyes, she nodded. “Of course.”
As Granny continued making his favorite dish, she jotted down the recipe and talked him through the preparation. Pulling boiled chicken off the bones and chopping vegetables somehow soothed both of them. Granny chatted about the townspeople and church friends to update him on all the latest news. When she finally popped the casserole in the oven, she settled him at the table next to a freshly baked pecan pie with two slices missing. His mouth watered.
“There’s your dessert,” she said as she sat across from him with a satisfied smile.
“You know, you’re making life tough for my future wife.”
“I love spoiling you, and having you back home where you belong.” Her brown eyes shone with happiness. Time together was good