Home For Christmas. Carrie Weaver
bars and singles groups for that.”
“No, not that way. Lord, no.” His voice held a convincing note of horror. “It seemed like a good way for the new guy in town to drum up business leads.”
Nancy couldn’t help but chuckle. “If that’s the case, I joined under false pretenses, too. I only went because Ana’s pediatrician suggested it. I did it for Ana, not me. And I have to admit, I always make sure I have plenty of business cards in my purse before I leave for the meeting. Hey, it’s a reality of sales.”
“But you see why it’s not a good idea for us to be buddies?”
The man was giving her an out. So why didn’t she pounce on it? Because she was afraid her unofficial buddy, Emily, might not have as much time for her now that Emily had an official buddy. And that made her feel terribly alone. “I appreciate you being honest with me. The brochure says honesty and trust are the key components to a successful buddy friendship.”
“But it doesn’t say how often we have to talk.” He hesitated. “Maybe we could ease into this whole thing?”
Nancy smiled. She’d had several impressions of Beau and easing into things wasn’t one of them. The man jumped into life without worrying about consequences. “Yes, we can ease into it. We don’t even have to see each other face-to-face except for meetings.”
She could hear the relief in his tone, when he said, “Yeah, that’s right. We just call each other once in a while, no big deal.”
“No big deal.”
Nancy was still smiling after he ended the call. Beau Stanton was afraid of her. The thought lifted her most pressing doubt about him. He wasn’t about to try to seduce her. As a matter of fact, he seemed to prefer not to be anywhere near her.
Shaking her head, she realized her analysis of him remained sound—Beau would definitely be bad news in the romance department. But since she seemed to scare the heck out of the man, it wasn’t a problem.
Nancy led Ana by the hand. “You’ll get to play with the other kids. It’ll be fun.”
They entered the Parents Flying Solo meeting and Ana made a beeline for the toys. As usual, children were everywhere. It was one of the things she liked about the group. Children were always welcome at the meetings. Otherwise, she might have hesitated to take the time away from Ana.
The group was small enough, though, that she could keep an eye on her daughter as she joined some little friends.
“There you are,” Emily said. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Curiosity shone in her friend’s eyes. “So dish. How’s your buddy?”
“Beau is fine. We’ve decided to be phone friends.”
“Oh.” Emily sounded disappointed.
“What did you expect? Wedding bells? Fireworks?”
“I was hoping you’d had great sex. Since I don’t get any, I figured I could live vicariously through you.”
“I’m not sure I’ll ever trust enough for that kind of intimacy again, so you’d better live vicariously through someone else.”
Emily patted Nancy’s arm. “I have confidence in you. I took a vow of celibacy after Jason was born.” She winked. “And you see how well that worked.”
Jason was Emily’s oldest, followed a year later by Jeremy, with a gap of several years before two little ones stair-stepped behind him.
Nancy frowned. “I mean it though.”
“Ah, yes, the widow in mourning. I know you too well, Nancy McGuire. I know for a fact there’s a part of you that would dance on your husband’s grave.”
Fanning herself with a napkin, Nancy deepened her accent to Gone With the Wind proportions. “Ah’m shocked. Genteel Southern ladies do not dance on their husbands’ graves.” Nancy chuckled. “At least not while anyone’s looking.”
“I’ll second that.”
Nancy turned to see Beau approach. He looked amazing. His smile was wide and infectious, his hair slightly damp from a shower. She inhaled. And he smelled absolutely wonderful. Some sort of subtle aftershave with a hint of danger.
Emily nudged her with her elbow.
Yikes! She’d been caught staring. Emily would never let her hear the end of it. There was absolutely no reason she couldn’t have a good-looking male friend, Nancy reasoned. Shoot, she could pretend he was gay.
Except for the testosterone that seemed to ooze out every pore.
He said, “Family legend has it that my great-aunt Charlene poisoned her husband, and every full moon she tiptoed out to the family cemetery and waltzed on his grave. Or did the Lindy or whatever dance they did.”
Nancy pursed her lips. “And your point is?”
“Great-Aunt Charlene would have been drummed out of polite society if she’d danced on his grave during daylight hours. But at night, well, that was a different matter. My grandpa always said what went on after dark was nobody’s business.”
“Hmm, I’m pretty sure I married into the same family. Your grandfather’s name wasn’t McGuire, was it?”
“Nope. He was a Stanton.”
Nancy waited for the overwhelming sense of betrayal she normally felt when recalling her late husband. When it didn’t come, she murmured, “That’s the first time I’ve been able to laugh about Eric. I do believe you two helped me reach a milestone today.” Raising her plastic cup of soda, she toasted, “To friends.”
Emily smiled. She knew the whole story and undoubtedly realized what an important step this was for Nancy. She raised her cup and touched it to Nancy’s. “To friends.”
They both turned to Beau and waited. He looked like he didn’t feel well. “To friends,” he added weakly. Then he turned and strode from the meeting room.
Emily shrugged. “Must’ve needed some air.”
“Must have.” Nancy thought of following him, but decided against it. When he hadn’t returned ten minutes later, she knew she had to do something. What if he was ill?
After making sure Ana was with Jason, Nancy worked her way to the door. She hoped Emily wouldn’t notice; her vivid imagination would be off and running.
Crisp air and a hint of snow tickled her nose as she went out to the garden. She didn’t see Beau anywhere. But as her eyes adjusted to the dusk, she located him seated on a bench in the butterfly garden.
His shoulders hunched, he was staring off into the forest beyond the property.
Stepping close, she tentatively touched his shoulder. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah.” His voice was husky.
Nancy missed his ready smile. This new, somber Beau was an enigma. “The meeting’s started.”
“I’ll be there in a minute.” Yet he appeared welded to the bench.
Nancy sat next to him. It was a small bench, so she clung to the edge.
“Did I say something to offend you?” she asked.
“Offend me?” He glanced up. “No, why’d you get that idea?”
“Because you left so suddenly. I know some people don’t always appreciate my humor.”
“No, I enjoy talking to you. Your sense of humor is a little screwy, but I can handle that.”
“What, then? Something happened. Is it Rachel? Is she in trouble again?”
He sighed heavily. “It seems like Rachel’s always grounded, but this time it