The Engagement Project / Her Surprise Hero: The Engagement Project / Her Surprise Hero. Abby GainesЧитать онлайн книгу.
Ashley smiled. “No. But I was impressed that he would think to ask, that it would matter to him to be appropriately dressed for his first date with you.”
“First and last,” Megan mumbled.
“Give him a chance.”
“Come on, Ash. You know it’s not him, it’s me. I get nervous and I don’t know what to say. Or, worse, I start talking about work, because it’s the only thing I’m comfortable talking about. After a half an hour in my company, he’ll be looking for excuses to head for the door.”
“Just give him a chance,” her sister said again.
She sighed. She could give him a chance, but she could not—would not—give him her heart.
Megan, Ashley and Paige had certain traditions. Every month they met on the first Friday for a girls’ night and on the third Sunday for brunch. Saturday get-togethers were less structured and less frequent, but Ashley had a complete agenda for the day of her engagement party.
The morning started with breakfast at Michelynne’s, a little café tucked amidst the trendy bistros and exclusive boutiques of the village—which would be their after-breakfast shopping destination.
If Megan’s retail anxiety and fear of crowds combined to make her hyperventilate in the parking lot of the mall, as had occasionally happened, she was ten times more apprehensive about “Shopping on Rockton” as the banners attached to the decorative streetlamps encouraged passersby to do. So there was absolutely no way she was venturing into that labyrinth filled with anorexic salesgirls, whose glossy smiles were as fake as their silicone breasts—at least not on an empty stomach.
Paige had already secured a table and was sipping an oversize cup of café au lait when Megan and Ashley arrived.
The hostess, who escorted them to their table and handed out the menus, asked if they wanted coffee. Before Megan could respond in the affirmative, Ashley shook her head and said, “Mimosas all around.”
Megan arched a brow but made no protest. If she was going to get through this day, including shopping, the spa and her date with Gage, a little bit of alcohol might be just what she needed to blunt the edge of her ever-increasing anxiety.
“Since we’re having champagne—in celebration of the occasion of your engagement party, I presume,” Paige said to Ashley, raising her glass, “I would like to propose a toast to the bride-to-be and to happy endings.”
“And to happy beginnings,” Ashley added, with a pointed look in her sister’s direction.
Megan tapped her glass to the others.
“And to getting through the next twelve hours without throwing up,” she added.
Paige laughed; Ashley just shook her head.
While they sipped their mimosas and ate Belgian waffles piled high with fresh fruit and mounds of whipped cream, they chatted about inconsequential topics. Or maybe it was only Megan who thought the topics were inconsequential, as Paige seemed to carefully consider everything Ashley said about her search for the perfect bridesmaid dresses while she tried not to think about her upcoming date with Gage Richmond.
Gage had a date.
While that fact in and of itself wasn’t unusual, he was having second thoughts about this one. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say he was having second thoughts about his reasons for accompanying Megan to her sister’s engagement party.
He liked his colleague well enough, and he certainly admired her intelligence, but he wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to be her date for the evening. He wanted to believe it was simply because she’d asked, or maybe because he really did owe her a favor for helping him shop for Lucy’s birthday gift.
But if he was honest with himself, as he usually tried to be, he would admit that his willing acceptance of her invitation had been—at least partly—motivated by a desire to perpetuate his father’s mistaken belief that he was dating Megan. And since tonight was a date, that belief would no longer be mistaken.
Except that, from Megan’s perspective, it wasn’t a date but a favor.
He was frowning over that when the phone rang.
The frown immediately turned into a smile when he heard Grace Richmond’s voice on the line.
Since his biological mother had walked out on her husband and kids when Gage was still a baby, and disappeared from his life entirely only a few years later, Grace was the only mother he’d ever really known. His earliest memories were of Grace, her gentle smile and warm hugs.
It was Grace who had read him bedtime stories, who had taken him to his first day of kindergarten, and who had sat in the emergency room with him when he’d needed seven stitches to close the gash in his knee after he’d slipped on a pile of rocks that she’d warned him against climbing on in the first place and never said “I told you so”.
She was the one woman—the only woman—he’d always been able to count on. The only woman he’d ever really loved.
He thought fleetingly of Beth, and of feelings that had been just as transitory. The lessons he’d learned from that relationship, however, had not been easily forgotten.
“Craig and Tess and the kids are coming over for dinner tonight,” Grace told him. “And I thought you might like to join us.”
“You know I’d never turn down a free meal,” Gage said. “Unless I had other plans.”
“You’re saying you do?” she guessed.
“A date,” he confirmed, wondering again why this date seemed different from so many others, and why he felt such a strong pull toward Megan when she was so different from any other woman he’d ever dated.
Grace paused a moment, then asked, “With the flight attendant?”
“Flight attendant? Oh, Carol-Ann,” he remembered, thinking back. “No. I haven’t seen her in at least five months.”
Though she didn’t say so, he knew she wasn’t disappointed by the news. Grace had met Carol-Ann only once, at a fundraising event for the new Pinehurst Library, and had never—until now—asked about her again.
“You’re seeing someone new?” she prompted.
“I’m not sure this one date will lead to anything more than that,” he said, still uncertain as to whether he hoped it would or wouldn’t.
For her part, Megan didn’t seem to have any expectations about the evening ahead. In fact, when she’d invited him to the party, he’d got the impression that she expected him to refuse. Maybe she’d even wanted him to refuse. But if that was the case, why had she even invited him?
“Is she a vegetarian?” Grace’s question interrupted his speculation.
“I have no idea.”
“Because if she’s not, your father’s grilling steaks tonight if you wanted to bring her by—”
“—so that you can grill her?” Gage guessed.
“So that your dad and I can meet her,” she chided.
Though he knew it was dangerous to give his mother too much information, he couldn’t resist baiting her, just a little. “Dad’s already met her,” he said. “In fact, he’s known her longer than I have.”
“Then it’s someone from work.”
“You can think whatever you want,” Gage said, unable to deny it.
“Megan Roarke,” she guessed.
He scowled. “How did you come up with that name?”
“Your dad told me about her. He said you were going to be working on a big project together, but he didn’t mention that you were dating her.”
Gage