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Mack retorted, smiling despite his sour mood.
“You have any more of that scotch?” Will asked.
“Why?”
“If you’re going to sit here and get drunk, we’re not going to let you do it alone,” Will insisted. He found two glasses, then poured the drinks.
Jake took a sip and grimaced. “I hate this stuff. Tastes like medicine. Do you have any beer?”
“Of course,” Mack said. “Why do I suddenly feel as if I should be playing host? I’m supposed to be sulking.”
“Was the sulking helping?” Will asked.
Mack shrugged. “Not that much.”
“Then leave it to us to cheer you up,” Will said. “Or would you rather we call Susie? I’m sure she’d be happy to come over if she knew what was going on.”
“Absolutely not,” Mack said at once. “I don’t want her to know about this.”
Both men regarded him incredulously.
“That’s crazy,” Jake said. “You can’t keep a secret like this, not in Chesapeake Shores.”
“I want to have something new lined up before I see her,” Mack insisted. “I will not have her pitying me or hovering over me. Besides, she’s been predicting something like this for a long time now and, in her own less than subtle way, trying to get me to plan for it. I’m not up for the gloating.”
“Gloating?” Will shook his head. “Do you really think that would be Susie’s response?”
“Probably not, but even gloating would be better than pity.”
“Has it occurred to you that Susie has a pretty level head on her shoulders? She could help,” Jake said. “I think she’d want to.”
“No,” Mack said flatly.
“How are you planning to avoid her?” Will asked reasonably. “You two have practically been joined at the hip for a very long time. If you check your messages, I’m quite sure you’ll find that several of them are from her. I’m sure she’s already worried. She’s called both Jake and me to see if we know what’s going on.”
“You could let her know I’m okay,” Mack suggested. “Tell her I had to go out of town or something.”
Jake immediately shook his head. “I don’t think so, pal. The way I hear it, Mick is inviting you to the family Thanksgiving next week. Turn him down at your peril.”
“Why?” Mack asked, feeling panicked by the thought of his news coming out amid all those well-meaning O’Briens. “I mean, why me? Why this year? I’ve never been invited before.”
“Bree’s theory is that Mick’s decided it’s time for you and Susie to get off the dime and move this relationship forward,” Jake said, obviously quoting his wife. “Bree thought Mick ought to wait for Jeff to do it, but you know how Mick loves trumping his brother on anything. Sadly, you also know what Mick’s like when he starts matchmaking. His tactics have as much finesse as a bulldozer.”
Mack moaned. “Can I get out of this? Maybe I really will go out of town.”
Will chuckled. “Bad idea. I don’t see how you can get out of this, at least not without offending Susie, which I don’t think you want to do.”
“If she knew what was going on, she’d understand,” Mack said, a note of desperation in his voice.
“But you don’t want to tell her,” Jake reminded him. “You’re pretty much between a rock and a hard place here.”
It was a catch-22, all right. If Mick officially issued that invitation to Thanksgiving dinner, Mack would have to be there. And while everyone else was counting their blessings, he could be praying that his news didn’t leak out with a serving of humble pie for dessert.
Or he could bite the bullet, call Susie and fill her in. Maybe she wouldn’t hover over him as if there’d been a death in his family. He supposed in some ways losing a job could rank right up there with the loss of someone important, but he didn’t need pity or well-meant advice right now. He didn’t know what he did need, but it wasn’t that.
The third option would be to get out of town tonight so the invitation could never be issued in the first place. That one held the most appeal, but it smacked of cowardice. Mack might be an unemployed member of a dying profession, but he was no coward.
Suddenly Will’s gaze landed on the jewelry box sitting on the coffee table. His expression brightened. “Is that what I think it is?”
Jake followed the direction of his gaze. “An engagement ring? You bought an engagement ring? Is it for Susie?”
Mack scowled at the question, “Who else would it be for? I haven’t been out with another woman for a long time now.”
Jake shrugged. “You could be dating a whole slew of them. People have secret lives that not even their best friends know about. I heard about it on Oprah.”
Will and Mack both stared at him. “Since when do you watch daytime television?” Will inquired, his eyes alight with amusement.
“Bree has it on at the flower shop sometimes,” Jake responded defensively. “I see it when I make deliveries there. It’s not like I race home to watch every afternoon.”
Mack grinned. “Good to know.”
“Hold it,” Will said. “How’d we get away from the real question here? Are you planning to ask Susie to marry you?”
“Not anymore,” Mack said, sinking right back into despondency. “How can I? The timing sucks.”
“I doubt Susie would agree,” Will said. “She’s been waiting for a very long time for you to wake up and see the light. I don’t think your temporary unemployment would deter her from saying yes.”
“It wouldn’t be right,” Mack insisted. “I need to get my life back in order first.” He frowned at his friends. “And if either of you mention a word about this to anyone, I swear you’ll live to regret it. Am I clear?”
“Got it,” Jake said.
“No one will hear it from me,” Will agreed.
“Thank you.”
“But I am going on record telling you that waiting is a mistake,” Will said. “Life’s short. Don’t waste a minute of it.”
“Says the man who took forever to get around to asking Jess O’Brien to go on a date, much less marry him,” Jake commented.
“Different situation entirely,” Will claimed, then grinned. “But, yeah, I wasted too much time. Don’t follow my example. Learn from my experience.”
“The timing’s all wrong,” Mack reiterated. “And I don’t want to talk about any of this anymore. What do you guys think about that backup quarterback the Ravens picked up? He’s looking good, don’t you think?”
Will and Jake exchanged a look, then sighed.
“Real good,” Jake agreed.
“I was planning to write a column about him next week…” Mack began, but his voice trailed off. He reached for his scotch again. It didn’t seem to matter what they talked about. Right this second, his entire life sucked.
“You guys might as well go,” he said. “I’m lousy company.”
Both men shook their heads.
“Doesn’t matter,” Jake said. “We stick together.”
“Jake’s right,” Will said. “But if I’m going to drink any more, we’d better think about ordering a pizza. This disgusting day-old glob sitting on the table is starting to look downright