His Love Match. Shirley Hailstock
things handy and Scott was already weaving his way through the crowd toward her.
“Diana?” He frowned, coming to stand in front of her. “Is that you?” He deliberately slipped his DVD into his suit pocket. “What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting someone for lunch?”
Of course, he knew she was meeting someone. Hadn’t she told him so this very morning? Diana raised her chin and looked him in the eye. It can’t be him, she told herself again, as if the thought could transform this man who’d stood in her office only an hour ago into someone else— anyone else. Just, please, God, she prayed. Not him.
In her office that morning their encounter had been less than friendly. She wasn’t in the mood for another one. Scott had come to the office to persuade her to move out and find other accommodations for the business she’d run there for the past five years. Their encounter had been unfriendly, and Diana was reminded of the sarcasm he’d subjected her to while they both attended the university that was only a few steps from where they stood now. Nothing appeared to have changed in the intervening years. He was still on the opposite side of everything she did, said or wanted.
And for no reason. At least none she could discern.
“I was just leaving,” she said. As she moved to stand, he picked up the DVD. Diana flopped back down as her knees refused to hold her in position. At once Scott glanced from the DVD to her, then back again. Diana watched as he pulled his own copy from his pocket and realization dawned in his dark brown eyes.
“There has to be a mistake,” she said, reaching for her copy. Scott glanced at both covers.
“I believe there is.”
Diana grabbed for her DVD but encountered resistance from Scott. As she raised her eyes to him, she saw that playful disapproval that had been there when they were college students. Quickly it disappeared and he released his hold on the case.
Getting up, Diana inched around the crowded table and started for the door. It seemed as if the universe was mocking her. A line of people that hadn’t been there before now stood between her and the door. She would need to wait to get out of the place, when all she wanted was to get as far away from Scott as possible. Around him she couldn’t breathe. It had always been like that. Even all those years ago, when they were in college and he would harass her whenever he could, she found it difficult to breathe in his presence. Apparently time had not changed that reaction, either.
There was another door, she thought as she looked over her shoulder. She’d try to get to it. However, when Diana tried to turn around, she realized it was a mistake. Scott was directly behind her, and her body was now in contact with his. Despite the air-conditioning, her temperature flew off the scale. She was surprised she didn’t double over in pain from the bends. And it didn’t help that Scott’s arms instinctively came up to steady her. The urge to lean into him was so great that she grabbed his hands and pushed them away with more force than she intended.
“I apologize,” she said. “I’m under a little stress.” That was more than the truth. Stress followed her, sat on her shoulder, worked its way into the marrow of her bones any time Scott Thomas’s name came up or even entered her mind. And having him close enough that she could smell his cologne and feel the heat of his body threw her back to the one other time in her life when she was this close to him. Close enough to kiss. That time there had been a kiss. He’d kissed her. Devastated her. Left her wanting more when the passion that flared within her burned deep and hot and out of control. When it ended as abruptly as it had begun, he turned and ran away. She watched him disappear. Then she fled, too. Running across the campus in the opposite direction from the one he’d taken, competing with the wind for dominance.
And that had been the last time she’d seen him until ten months ago when, practically on the heels of his attorney’s exit, he’d walked into her office and doubled the offer if she would vacate her offices. She refused.
She hadn’t told her online friend about the encounter. She needed to keep Scott Thomas relegated to a corner of her brain that was as inaccessible as possible. Lately the folds in that area were vibrating with the need to access the data stored there.
“I guess leaving through the rear door is out of the question,” Diana said, her voice slightly breathy.
Scott glanced over his shoulder. Looking back at her, he said, “It’s just as crowded over there.”
Diana turned back. She held her breath, relieved that he was no longer touching her, but still aware that he was close enough for her to feel the heat of his body. How could MatchforLove.com have paired her with Scott? They had nothing in common. Nothing except she owned a wedding planning business in a complex that he wanted.
Diana was not moving.
Finally the crowd at the door moved and she was on the street. Taking a full breath, she felt as if she could gulp the air. Not looking back, she started up Nassau Street intent on reaching her car and getting as far away from Scott Thomas as she could.
A hand curling around her arm stopped her. Diana turned, taking two steps backward to keep some distance between them.
“At least we can be civil,” he said.
“If this is another of your attempts to get me to give up my offices, it’s not going to work. As I told you this morning—”
“It has nothing to do with the property,” Scott interrupted her.
Diana shifted her weight but said nothing. If he didn’t want to make another pitch to get her offices, what did they have to discuss?
“How do you think we ended up here together?”
“Obviously by some computer glitch.”
Diana knew it was a mistake to follow her partner Teddy’s urging. Diana had told her that she didn’t have time for a man in her life, but Teddy, in her usual persistent manner, had worn her down, and finally Diana had gone into the MatchforLove.com system and filled out the profile. And now she stood in front of Scott Thomas, a mistake if she ever saw one.
Before he could continue their conversation, his cell phone rang and Diana took the opportunity to leave. She felt she’d get to her car and be done with him. At least when she turned the corner at the end of the block she could relax. But Scott was not to be eluded. He fell into step next to her, all the while continuing his phone call.
“What?” Diana heard him say. He stopped walking, but caught up with her several steps later. “Can’t you find someone else?”
He listened for a moment while she walked faster. Her shoes were the latest style, very high heels on a small platform. They elevated her five-foot-five-inch height by five additional inches.
“All right,” he said as if giving in to something.
Diana got to the corner and turned. The garage was half a block away. Hoping Scott would continue up Nassau Street, her thoughts were doused as he turned with her.
“Yes, I said I’d do it.” A moment later he nearly shouted into the receiver. “What did you say?”
Diana couldn’t help listening while she walked.
“Who’s doing it?” he asked.
Again there was a pause.
“You’re kidding!” Scott said. This time he sounded as if something incredible had happened.
Diana didn’t get the impression that there was any kidding going on. But she heard Scott agree to the final unheard question. “It’s all right. I get it. I’ll be there.” He ended the call and pocketed the phone.
Diana could tell something was not as he wished it to be, but she wasn’t interested in finding out what was off in his world. She had her own to deal with.
“Why are you following me, Scott? I have a high-profile wedding to get the final plans on, and I don’t have time to be bothered with childish pranks. You’ve already said it’s not about the offices, so what