The Twin Switch. Barbara DunlopЧитать онлайн книгу.
was saying goodbye,” Brooklyn said.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sophie asked me.
“Who squeezes a strange woman’s shoulder?” I asked.
“Who doesn’t?” Sophie returned.
“It’s not like he kissed me,” Brooklyn said.
For some reason, her words didn’t make me feel any better.
“He can kiss me,” Sophie said.
It suddenly occurred to me that Brooklyn might already know the man. That would explain the touch.
But if that was true, why wasn’t she saying so? Was the guy an old boyfriend? Not that she could have an old boyfriend without me knowing. It was impossible.
“We’re going to be late for our dinner reservation,” Nat said.
“Was my drink ever served?” Brooklyn asked.
“I think it got lost in the excitement,” Sophie said.
As if on cue, the bartender arrived. “I think you’ll like this one. I call it an icy wave.”
The drink was in a tall glass, blue green in color, with lots of crushed ice and a strawberry garnish.
“Thank you,” Brooklyn said to him.
He waited while she took a sip.
I waited impatiently to ask her another question.
“It’s good,” she said.
The bartender beamed.
Before I could speak up, shaggy-neat-hair guy walked back into the lounge. The sight of him sent a jolt of electricity across my chest. I sucked in a breath.
He seemed to hear me, or maybe he just felt me staring, because he turned, and we locked gazes. This time there was no mistaking it.
His mouth crooked into a half smile. I couldn’t tell if he was greeting me or mocking me. It could be that my lust was obvious to him even at this distance.
No, not lust, I told myself. Lust made my reaction sound salacious.
This was interest, no more, no less. And there was nothing wrong with being interested in a good-looking guy across the bar.
“We have a reservation in the Moonside Room,” Nat said, interrupting my musings.
I forced myself to break the gaze.
And I was absurdly proud of breaking off the look first this time. I found myself smiling in satisfaction. I had to resist the urge to check shaggy-neat-hair guy’s reaction to my shift in attention.
“I can have your drink brought up to the restaurant for you,” the bartender said to Brooklyn.
No mention of my drink, or Sophie’s. But then that was the way of the world.
“Thank you so much.” Brooklyn flashed her friendly blue eyes.
“Not a problem.”
I could tell the bartender thought he had a shot—despite the big diamond ring on Brooklyn’s left hand. She had a knack for that—for doing nothing in a way that ever so subtly led men on.
Sophie was very pretty. Nat was girl-next-door cute. But none of us could hold a candle to Brooklyn’s allure. Men tripped over their own feet when she was in the room. She invariably got us great tables and great service from earnest waiters and maître d’s.
Mostly I just took the perks without bothering to be jealous of Brooklyn.
“Through the lobby?” she asked the bartender.
“Straight across to the gold elevator. It will take you to the fifty-eighth floor. Mandy can show you.” He beckoned one of the waitresses.
“Just in case we can’t read the sign,” Nat whispered to me.
“Just in case he misunderstood the diamond ring,” I whispered back.
“Men have no consciences.”
“Luckily for James, Brooklyn does.”
My best friend, and an only child with two distant, busy parents, Brooklyn had spent countless weekends and holidays with my big extended family. She’d had a crush on James since we were old enough to know what a crush was. He’d finally invited her to the junior prom, and there’d been no going back.
Their relationship made such perfect sense for everyone, including me. I’d been testing the term sister-in-law inside my head for months now. I couldn’t wait to use it in real life.
As we walked to the elevator, I looked around for shaggy-neat-hair guy.
He wasn’t in the bar, and he wasn’t in the lobby.
Ah, well. There was always tomorrow.
The sauna and spa lounge were coed. He could be a spa guy.
Or maybe I’d check out the exercise room. He definitely looked like the weight-training type. And I could see him on an elliptical machine…or rowing.
I could definitely picture him rowing.
I wasn’t a morning person at the best of times.
It was doubly hard to wake up with the daylight filtered by an opaque blind, the air in the room cool on my face and cozy in a bed that was softer than a cloud.
Reluctantly giving up my state of sleep, I reached for the last wispy threads of my dream. There’d been a blue-eyed man on a surfboard off the beach of a tropical island. A dog was playing in the sand while the palm-frond room of a nearby hut rustled in the floral breeze.
I’d felt safe and warm inside the hut, but I couldn’t remember why. I struggled to find the details, but the synaptic connections evaporated, locking me out of my subconscious.
It was morning.
I opened my eyes to see the bathroom light on, the door partially closed.
I listened, hoping Brooklyn would be done soon so I could take a turn.
I looked to the bedside clock and found it was nearly nine.
I’d slept a long time.
I was hungry.
As I waited for Brooklyn, I weighted the cost-benefit of eggs Benedict. It was my all-time favorite breakfast. But the béarnaise sauce meant extra crunches next week and maybe some extra laps in the pool.
My bridesmaid dress was exactly the right size, and too much indulgence this weekend would blow the lines. A custom-fit dress deserved the flattest stomach I could muster.
Still, one breakfast of eggs Benedict—how much would that hurt?
“Brooklyn?” I called out. “Are you almost done?”
My bladder capacity wasn’t unlimited.
She didn’t answer, and I got up out of bed.
We’d come back to the room together after dinner last night.
While we ate, she’d been alternately chipper and chatty, and then suddenly lost in thought. She was the first of my close friends to get married, so I couldn’t tell if this was normal. It could easily be normal, but something seemed off.
I’d planned to talk to her once we got in bed. There was nothing like girl talk in the dark to get to the heart of a matter.
But I’d gone out like a light while she was still in the bathroom.
Now, I found it empty.
I was both surprised and relieved. I wouldn’t have to wait any longer, but I