The Bride Prize. Susan Fox
in the tumblers. He picked out a bottle that read Vodka, and poured an amount into each glass. When he finished, he opened a lower cabinet that turned out to be a tiny refrigerator. He took out a glass pitcher of what was obviously orange juice, used the glass stirrer to give the pulpy drink a few brisk turns, then poured some in each of the vodka tumblers.
It seemed like a lot of fuss, and Corrie was surprised that he did it himself, instead of having Louise do it. Her father had been very rigid about things like that, so at least this part made a favorable impression on her.
Corrie liked orange juice, so this might not be such a risk, though she’d heard things about vodka. Surely Nick wouldn’t notice she wasn’t drinking much if she only sipped from time to time.
And where was Shane? She’d feel far more at ease if he were here, though she didn’t think she should ask about him this soon. It would make her look overeager to see him again.
Nick picked up the tumblers and came her way, handing her one before he sat down in the leather chair nearest her end of the sofa. She give him a slight smile along with a soft “Thanks,” before she set the tumbler on her thigh, untasted, and remembered to slide her pinkie finger beneath it to keep condensation from putting a damp ring on her jeans.
“We’re just waiting for Shane,” he told her as he settled back and tasted his drink. He was wearing the same clothes he’d had on that afternoon, so he really hadn’t wanted to change into something more formal for supper tonight. She noted then that his stark white shirt had long sleeves that he wore folded back almost exactly the same as hers. She felt a pang of regret over that, and wondered if wearing her sleeves folded was considered more mannish than feminine. She’d never thought to pay attention before.
But when her gaze came back up to his she felt an unsettling ripple of excitement at the dark glitter in his eyes. The white shirt set off his weathered tan and black hair and emphasized his rugged looks. Somehow the way he looked gripped her more now than it had earlier. Enough so that it took her a moment to realize he was still speaking.
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