The Marrying Kind. Judy ChristenberryЧитать онлайн книгу.
much yet.”
“Okay, I’ll tell Angi to count on two of you for dinner. If she won’t come, find another date.”
“Right.” As if anyone would be interchangeable with Diane. He didn’t think so. She was unique.
And somehow that scared John to death.
DIANE FOUND HERSELF in front of her closet again. It really was time to go shopping, for something other than black or gray suits. Luckily she found a casual plum-colored dress in the back.
She hurriedly redid her makeup and wished she’d agreed to go out on Saturday instead Friday, after an entire day at work. But she hadn’t thought about that in time. She’d been too swept away when he’d asked her out.
She hadn’t intended to accept, of course, but he’d sounded so desperate. That amazed her. No one had ever been desperate to date her. She’d had a steady relationship in college, with a guy who assumed she’d marry him…until he’d fallen in love with another woman.
Diane had been hurt at first, until she realized she really didn’t miss him. She just missed having someone. So she kept to herself and finished out the semester. Then she’d gotten a summer job in a bank and found her future. She liked the decorum of a bank, the security. Even changing her studies to fit a career in banking, she had finished her degree early and gotten hired by Guaranty National right after graduation.
She was satisfied with her existence. She didn’t have much of a social life, but she’d learned to live without others since she was very young. Diane didn’t intend to marry just to have someone around.
But she intended to enjoy the evening, since she’d given in to John’s invitation. It wasn’t something she’d ever make a habit of, but for tonight, she’d make the best of it.
Diane was just spraying perfume behind her ears when she heard a car out front. She leaned over to look out the window and saw John getting out of his Mercedes, early as usual. She picked up her purse and keys and waited until he knocked on the door.
When he did, joy flooded her, unexpected joy. She didn’t think this silly date would mean that much to her. Obviously she needed to get out more often.
She swung open the door, a smile on her lips. But it wasn’t John at the door. It was one of her neighbors, a flight attendant who shared the apartment with five of her colleagues.
“Oh, hi, Betsy. How are you?”
“I’m fine, but I was wondering if you could keep an eye out for a package for me. I’m going out tonight and I figured you’d be here.” She smiled, as if she hadn’t said anything hurtful.
“I’m sorry, Betsy, but I’m going out, too.”
“You are? You don’t usually—” The woman broke off to stare at the handsome man climbing the stairs. “Damn! Which one of my roommates has a date with him?”
Chapter Four
The unexpected swell of satisfaction surprised Diane. She hoped she didn’t show that to her neighbor as she quietly said, “I’m going out with him, Betsy.”
John reached the two women. “You ready, Diane?” he asked.
“Yes, John. I just need to lock my door.”
Betsy stuck out her hand as she turned to do so. “Hi, I’m Diane’s neighbor, Betsy.”
“Nice to meet you, Betsy.”
Diane turned around, closely watching John. She wouldn’t be surprised to see him checking her out. The statuesque brunette always had boyfriends in and out of the building, but tonight, for the first time ever, she had a date that Betsy wanted. For tonight, at least, Diane could hold her head high. She owed John for that feeling.
Just as she was about to tell him she was ready, the flight attendant handed him a card. “Just in case you’re interested,” she said, a flirtatious smile on her lips.
Diane had to struggle to keep herself from scratching Betsy’s eyes out. But John didn’t give her time. He slid his arm around her and moved down the stairs.
When they reached the bottom, Betsy leaned over the railing to say goodbye.
“She’s very friendly,” John murmured.
“Yes. Maybe you should take her out next time.” Abruptly, Diane wanted to bite her tongue.
He looked down at her. “You’ve got to be kidding. She’s the same kind of woman my father likes. I have no interest in that type.”
It annoyed Diane that relief flowed through her. The man shouldn’t matter that much to her. After all, she’d only agreed to a date for one night. And he’d given her a wonderful memory. He and Betsy together.
THEY STOOD IN THE NIGHT air among a crowd of people, looking up at the movie titles on the marquee. His hand rested on her back, where it had been since they’d left dinner. Diane had to admit it felt good, even right in a strange way. With John at her side, she somehow felt different. More feminine.
“Is there something particular you want to see?” John asked. “There’s a romantic comedy, an action movie and a western I wouldn’t mind seeing.”
“A western? You like old-fashioned things?”
“Yeah,” he admitted with a grin.
“Me, too. I choose the western.”
“I knew you were different from other women.”
“Why? What would they choose?”
“The romantic comedy, for sure.”
“Not me. I guess I’m kind of an old-fashioned girl. I think I might have been born in the wrong time. Except that I don’t want to give up the conveniences and I don’t want the limitations put on a woman’s choices.”
“Then the western it is. I was afraid you were just trying to please me.”
“No, I didn’t even think about that,” she confessed.
He laughed and pulled her into a hug. “You are so good for my ego.”
She stepped back from him with a gasp and looked around at the crowd. “John, we’re in public!”
“Quit worrying. You’re allowed a social life.”
“Not with one of my clients!” she snapped, irritated that he would dismiss her concerns.
“So I should have taken you to a cave? Wouldn’t you have been suspicious?”
She drew a deep breath and realized what he said was true. “Oh course, you’re right.”
He put his hand on the small of her back again and escorted her inside the theater. “I hope you saved room for popcorn.”
Diane smiled at him. “Absolutely. But I have to say, that was the best steak I’ve ever eaten.” John had taken her back to the restaurant they’d gone that first night, and it totally lived up to its four-star billing.
“I told you. You should’ve stayed for the meal last time.”
Her eyes danced mischievously when she retorted, “Well, unlike this evening, you made that impossible.”
He looked sheepish. “I hope you know I’ve changed my behavior so it won’t happen again.”
“I’m glad.” Even though she kept reminding herself his behavior didn’t matter. She’d only agreed to one date. One dinner and a movie. One night.
A night that was racing by way too fast.
WHEN THEY CAME OUT OF THE theater, John still had his arm around Diane, where it had been throughout the whole two hours. He leaned down and asked her, “What did you think of the movie?”