Part 37 (2/2)

I smiled back.

”He likes you,” Maggie said.

”He's not my type,” I began, but I really couldn't muster much of an objection.

The door opened and Roma came in. It was a good thing I was sitting down and had my feet up, because she was holding hands with Eddie Sweeney.

The real Eddie Sweeney.

”Am I hallucinating now?” I asked Maggie, as they made their way over to us.

”Nope,” she said smugly, looking like the Ches.h.i.+re cat.

”You look a lot better,” Roma said. ”How's Owen?”

”He's fine. Thank you for getting him home.” I looked at Maggie. ”You, too.”

”I like the little fur ball,” Maggie said. ”He's got cojones.”

”Kathleen, this is Eddie,” Roma said, turning to smile at the big hockey player beside her.

”Hi, Kathleen,” he said. ”It's nice to meet you.”

”It's nice to meet you, too,” I said. I couldn't stop staring at him.

He turned his million-dollar smile on Roma. ”Would you like some hot chocolate?”

”Please,” she said.

Eddie looked at Maggie.

”I'm fine,” she said with a little shake of her head. She was enjoying my shock.

”Kathleen?” Eddie asked.

My mouth was hanging open and I had to close it to answer. ”Um, yes, please.” I handed him my cup.

”I'll be right back.”

All three of us watched him go. Eddie looked just as good going as coming.

Roma pulled up a chair and sat with just a tiny sigh of satisfaction. ”So, how are you really? How's your hand?” she asked.

”How's my hand?” I sputtered. ”Roma! You? Eddie? How?”

She grinned like a teenager. ”The rumor about Eddie and me hit the Internet. He happened to see it. He e-mailed me. I e-mailed back. We e-mailed maybe two dozen times. Then we had coffee.”

Her smile got bigger. ”We talked for two hours.”

”Some of those sightings of you and Eddie were-”

”Real,” she finished. ”I'm sorry I didn't tell you two. It's just that I told myself I was crazy. He's younger than I am. We're so different. Then one day I just decided, Why the heck not? And here we are.”

Eddie was on his way back with the hot chocolate. Maggie was saying something about playing matchmaker.

I could feel Marcus looking at me before I turned my head to lock eyes with him. I remembered how I'd felt when I'd seen him coming through the trees toward me, how he'd been there to catch me. I remembered how he couldn't stop smiling at me in the ambulance. He kept looking at me, and then he started across the room, and I couldn't help thinking, Why the heck not?

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I'd never heard a cat laugh before-I didn't think they could-but that's what Owen was clearly doing. He was behind the big chair in the living room, laughing. It sounded a little like hacking up a fur ball, if you could somehow add merriment to the sound.

I leaned over the back of the chair. ”Okay, cut it out,” I said. ”You're being mean.”

He looked up at me, and it seemed as though the expression in his golden eyes was a mix of faux-innocence and mirth. ”It's not funny,” I hissed.

Okay, so it was kind of funny. Owen's brother, Hercules, was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, wearing boots. Specifically, black and white boots, to match his black and white fur, in a kitty-paw-print design with fleece lining and antislip soles. They were a gift from my friend Maggie.

”Stick a paw in it,” I said to Owen. ”You're not helping.”

I went back into the kitchen. Hercules gave me a look that was part acute embarra.s.sment and part annoyance.

”They are kind of cute,” I said. ”You have to admit it was a very nice gesture on Maggie's part.” That got me a glare that was all venom.

”I'll take them off.” I crouched down in front of him. He held up one booted paw and I undid the strap. ”You're just not a clothes cat,” I told him. ”You're more of an au naturel cat.”

I heard a noise behind me in the doorway. ”And Owen is very sorry he laughed at you. Aren't you, Owen?” I added a little extra emphasis to the last words. After a moment's silence there was a soft meow from the other side of the room.

I took the second boot off, and Hercules shook one paw and then the other. I stroked the fur on the top of his head. ”Maggie was just trying to help,” I said. ”She knows you don't like getting your feet wet.”

Hercules was a total wuss about wet feet. He didn't like going out in the rain. He didn't like going out in the snow. He didn't like walking across the gra.s.s in heavy dew. Maggie had seen the cat boots online and ordered them. I didn't know how I was going to explain to her that boots just weren't his thing.

I stood up, went over to the cupboard to get a handful of kitty crackers and made a little pile on the floor in front of Herc. ”Here,” I said. ”These'll help.” Then I scooped up Owen. I could tell from the way his tail was twitching that he'd been thinking of swiping a cracker.

”Leave your brother alone,” I warned, carrying him upstairs with me. ”Or I'll put those boots on you and I'll tell Maggie you like them.”

He made grumbling noises in his throat. I set him on the floor, and he disappeared into my closet to sulk. I pulled on an extra pair of heavy socks, brushed my hair back into a low ponytail and stuffed my wallet in my pocket.

Hercules had eaten the crackers and was carefully grooming his front paws. ”I'm going to meet Maggie,” I told him, pulling my sweats.h.i.+rt over my head. ”I'll figure out something to tell her.”

I locked the kitchen door behind me and walked around the side of the house to the truck-my truck. Sometimes I still got the urge to clap my hands and squeal when I saw it. It had started out as a loaner from Harry Taylor, Sr., and when I'd manage to retrieve some papers about Harry's daughter's adoption, he'd insisted on giving me the truck.

When I'd moved to Mayville Heights about a year ago to become head librarian and to oversee the renovations to the library building, I'd sold my car. The town was small enough that I could walk everywhere I wanted to go. But it was nice not to have to carry two bags of groceries up the hill. And with all the rain we'd had in the past week and all the flooding, I never would have been able to get to the library-or a lot of other places-without the old truck.

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