They walked into Jo’s Bar and saw that Isabel, Felicia and Dellina had already claimed a table. The three women waved them over. Taryn smiled as she approached, not wanting anyone to know she wasn’t feeling her perky best.
She couldn’t shake what had happened yesterday with Angel. After the incident with the punching bag, he’d stayed with her. They’d slept together and in the morning he’d made love to her—swollen hands and all. She could say that, yes, he was back to who he had been...but she wasn’t. She was still wrestling with all the emotion he’d been dealing with. The pain and suffering.
She wasn’t sure what she was feeling, so she didn’t know how to make it better—or make it go away. Either would be a help. But instead she was left wallowing in something she didn’t understand and the growing sense that she might well be in over her head.
She and Larissa had just taken their seats when Consuelo joined them. Jo walked over with menus and mentioned she had a new pulled pork nacho plate, if they wanted to try those.
Isabel groaned. “I’m trying to lose ten pounds.”
Dellina smiled at her. “Don’t take this wrong, but you’re always trying to lose ten pounds. The pulled pork nachos sound great.”
Consuelo studied Isabel. “I could work up an exercise program,” she offered. “Get you into fighting shape.”
Isabel shook her head. “I don’t want to fight anyone. To be honest, I think I’d rather complain about the extra pounds than do something about them. No offense.”
“None taken.” Consuelo turned to Taryn. “You should do less cardio and more weight training. You have good core strength, but another five pounds of muscle would make a big difference in your metabolism.”
Taryn thought about the weight room at Score and knew that any of the boys would be delighted to take her through a workout.
“I’d rather have a root canal,” she murmured. “And now I want the nachos, too.”
Larissa leaned toward Consuelo. “So you’re secretly working for Jo’s nacho vendor?”
“I guess,” Consuelo muttered. “Now I want a margarita.”
Dellina grinned. “That sounds great. But I feel compelled to point out it’s only lunch. Alcohol means a very slow afternoon.”
Isabel tossed her menu on the table. “I’m walking.”
“I’m gestating,” Felicia said. “Jo has agreed to make me a nutritious smoothie that will aid fetal development.”
“We drove,” Larissa said, glancing at Taryn. “It’s her shoes.”
Taryn reached for her bag and dug out a pair of flats she kept tucked away for emergencies. “I can stagger back to the office if you can.”
Larissa’s eyes lit up. “I say we go for margaritas.”
Consuelo rested her head on her hand. “Me, too. Getting drunk sounds like fun.”
Isabel waved at Jo. “A pitcher of margaritas for the table. And nachos.”
Jo studied them. “You girls are getting wild. Everyone walking?”
They all nodded.
“Margaritas it is. And a smoothie for Felicia.”
Less than five minutes later Taryn was sipping the cold sweet-tart drink and waiting for the tequila to work its magic. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d sat around with girlfriends over drinks and just had a good time. Probably because she’d never been very good at finding girlfriends. After her mom had left, she’d emotionally shut down. She’d been too scared of her dad to invite anyone over. What if he’d shown up drunk?
After running away, she’d spent all her time trying to keep herself fed and safe. She hadn’t had time for wasted afternoons. Eventually whatever small girl-talk skills she’d managed to acquire had atrophied. Until she’d moved here.
Not that she was going to tell the boys she was really settling in to life in Fool’s Gold.
“I am very close to the unveiling of the newly remodeled Paper Moon,” Isabel said, reaching for her drink. “I’m really happy with how everything has turned out.” She looked at Taryn. “Madeline is working out well. She’s come into her own with the bridal half of the business.”
“Better for you.” Taryn knew that Isabel preferred working with the designers and buying inventory than dealing with the emotional ups and downs of brides-to-be.
“It is. She’s really patient with them. She can handle the mothers and mothers-in-law, which is an art.” She paused. “I really want to keep her in the store. Right now a monetary bonus isn’t going to happen, but I was thinking maybe a small percentage of ownership.”
Dellina glanced between them. “That sounded like a question, not a statement. Are you looking for advice?” She turned to Taryn. “I didn’t know you’d been in retail.”
Taryn could already feel the tequila going to work—probably because she was starving. No doubt Isabel was reacting to the same. Otherwise, this was a conversation they would have had in private.
“I haven’t,” Taryn said, deciding there was no point in hiding the truth. Not that it had ever been a secret. More like something she hadn’t shared with a bunch of people. “I’m an investor in Isabel’s business.”
“More than that,” Isabel told them. “She basically paid for the remodeling. I used my savings to put a large down payment on buying the business.”
Consuelo raised her eyebrows. “Buying local?”
Larissa stared at her. “That’s so nice. I’m surprised.”
Dellina chuckled. “You’re saying she’s not nice?”
“What?” Larissa shook her head. “No. Of course she’s nice. It’s just not always obvious. Like this.” She clapped her hands together. “You have to let Madeline be a part owner. It’s so perfect.”
Which was just like Larissa, Taryn thought affectionately. Leaping in without knowing all the facts but with the idea the world should be saved.
Taryn could have mentioned the venomous snake incident, but Larissa had finally stopped apologizing. She didn’t want to start that up again.
Jo arrived with two plates of nachos. Taryn stared at the steaming meat, the melted cheese and the piles of guacamole on top, and knew she was in for an extra session on the elliptical tomorrow. Still, she had a feeling it was going to be worth it.
She took her first bite and nearly groaned as she tasted the spices on the tender pork, along with the subtle heat of the salsa.
Felicia turned to Consuelo. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Nothing. Why do you ask? Why does something have to be wrong?”
That sounded tense even for the petite firecracker, Taryn thought. She saw everyone was staring at Consuelo, who glared at them.
Felicia poured her friend a second margarita. “You’re extremely tense. You keep shifting in your seat and you’re twisting your engagement ring so quickly I’m concerned you’ll injure yourself. You’re showing classic psychological signs of tension and anxiety.”
Taryn found herself grateful she was sitting across from the other two because Consuelo wasn’t the type to take that kind of criticism well. Taryn half expected to see her go on the attack. But Consuelo only slumped down in her seat and sighed heavily.
“It’s Kent,” she mumbled. “He wants us to set a date for the wedding.”
Larissa frowned. “I don’t get it. Aren’t you engaged?”
Consuelo stared at the diamond ring on her finger. “Yes, we’re engaged.”
“A wedding seems like the next logical step,” Dellina murmured. “From a professional’s perspective, at least.”
Consuelo crunched on a chip. She chewed and swallowed, then gulped from her glass. “I’m not ready,” she said when she’d put it back on the table. “He’s pressuring me. Why does he have to pressure me?”
Felicia smiled. “You’re afraid. This is fear. You’re not feeling pressured about planning the wedding. It’s the actual marriage that concerns you. You don’t think you can be in that kind of stable situation. You’re going to be moving in with Kent and Reese. Be a part of a family. You haven’t had th
at in many years and you’ve forgotten what it’s like.”
Once again Taryn waited for the attack, but Consuelo only nodded as her brown eyes filled with tears. “I know. It’s horrible. I’m so emotional and moody and yes, scared. I hate it!”
“Kent’s a great guy,” Isabel said. “He’s crazy about you. If you’re worried about expectations, you don’t have to be. He’s not looking for you to take over things at his house. He can handle all of that himself. He’s done that for years.”
“I know,” Consuelo said. “But what if I can’t do it?”
“Do you love him?” Taryn found herself asking.
Consuelo sniffed. “Uh-huh. More than anything. At first my feelings were frightening, but now I’m used to them. To us. I need him and I can’t stop needing him. It’s the being normal part I don’t know how to deal with.”
Something Taryn could relate to. Normal wasn’t part of her world, either. That and being vulnerable. Neither made her comfortable.
“Kent chose you,” Felicia told her friend. “He knew you weren’t normal when you first met.”
Consuelo smiled. “That makes me feel a little better. But I still don’t want a big wedding. Or a small one. I don’t want to get married, I just want to be married. If I was sure he wasn’t expecting me to be normal, I think I could handle that.”
Felicia nodded slowly. “But you’re afraid Kent would miss the ceremony. The rite of passage in front of his friends and family.”
“Reese, too,” Consuelo admitted.
“You’re going to have to find a point of compromise. Talk to him. Find out what part of getting married is most important to him. I suspect it’s not the ceremony as much as you think. I believe he wants you in his house and his bed on a permanent basis, that he wants to begin his life with you.”
Taryn was impressed with Felicia’s grasp of the complexities of human relationships. For all her freakish intelligence, she was starting to be intuitive, as well.
Another pitcher of margaritas was ordered as they ate their way through the nachos. Taryn felt herself relaxing. These women were nice, she thought. Her friends. She could almost trust them.
She had the thought that she should do more than that. She should just emotionally put herself out there. These women were honest and caring. They wouldn’t hurt her. Not on purpose.
Without wanting to, she remembered slipping off that ladder. Of reaching for her father so he could keep her from falling. She remembered the look in his eyes as he’d deliberately ignored her pleas and how she’d screamed the whole way to the ground. And she wondered if she would ever be able to let that go enough to reach out to another person. Figuratively or literally. Or if she would always hold herself back rather than risk the fall.
* * *
TARYN SPREAD OUT several sheets of paper in front of Mayor Marsha. Each one had a different slogan on it.
“We did some preliminary work with the graphics,” Taryn said, pointing at the different fonts and backgrounds. “That’s just to show you what is possible. For now we need to focus on the actual phrase itself.”
She’d arrived a few minutes early for her meeting, just so she could go through her briefcase. She’d been worried Sam and Kenny would slip in a mock-up for Fool’s Gold—Where Men Are Finally Coming. They’d been threatening it for days. Fortunately only the real slogans seemed to have made their way into her tote.
Taryn and the mayor read over the slogans together. All That Glitters. Town with a 24-K Heart. Go Gold Or Go Home. Join the Rush. Home of the Happily Ever After. A Destination for Romance.
“I like that one,” the mayor said, pointing at the card that read Fool’s Gold—A Destination for Romance.
“It’s close to the old slogan,” Taryn said. “But without the second meaning. We can work up some artwork if you’d like.”
“Let me take it to the city council first,” Mayor Marsha told her. “I’m hoping to get some kind of consensus before you put any more effort into this. Believe me, that may take a while.”
“Not a problem. Just let me know when you’re ready to move forward or if you need more suggestions.” Although she wasn’t looking forward to another session with Kenny and Sam. Lord knows what they would come up with if given the chance.
“I will. You were very thorough. Thank you.”
Taryn started to reach for her tote, then drew back. “I have something else, if you have a minute.”
“Of course.”
Taryn sat at the large conference table, then wished she’d stayed standing. “I have a problem....” She paused. “Not a problem, exactly. I want to do something and I’m not sure how to go about it.”
The mayor’s expression softened. “You’ll need to give me a few more details if you want my help.”
Sure. Because that made sense. Taryn twisted her hands together. Larissa would know exactly what to say, she thought glumly. Larissa would have already fixed the problem and found homes for kittens and a hedgehog by now.
“Do you know Bailey Voss and her daughter, Chloe?”
“Yes. It was very sad when Bailey’s husband died. Things didn’t turn out the way they’d planned.”
“Bailey is looking to get back into the workforce. I made a comment about an interview suit. From the look on her face, I’m guessing she doesn’t have one and maybe can’t afford one. I want to give her one, but I don’t know how.”
The mayor looked at her for several seconds, then nodded. “Yes, I can see that is a dilemma.” She stood. “Good luck with that.”
Taryn blinked. “Excuse me? You don’t have a suggestion? Isn’t that what you do? Give directions and solve problems?”
Mayor Marsha smiled. “I’m not a traffic officer, my dear. And while I have been known to step in from time to time, in this case, I believe you will do better than I ever could. There must be some way you can get sweet Bailey a suit. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
When it was obvious the mayor was going to walk out of the room, Taryn rose. “That’s it?”
“For now. I’m planning a trip. Did you hear? I’m off to New Zealand in a few weeks. Very exciting.” The mayor started for the conference room doorway. “Good luck with your project.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
“I DON’T GET IT,” Taryn said as she poured soil into a large planter. There were already rocks at the bottom to help with drainage. “Mayor Marsha helps people. Everyone knows that. But she just blew me off. Do you think she’s mad at me or something?”
Angel put down the two small trees he’d carried in from his SUV and walked over to her. He put his hands on her hips and turned her until she faced him. “She’s not mad. She likes you a lot. She’s being her normal meddling self.”
Taryn felt her lower lip wanting to thrust out in something alarmingly close to a pout. “But she’s not meddling. That’s my point.”
“Sure she is. You’re right. She’s usually in the middle of things and this time she’s stepping back. Which has you in a tizzy. Catching people off guard is her style. She’s manipulating the situation as much as if she told you what to do.”
Taryn hadn’t thought of it that way. She leaned into Angel. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, letting the warmth and strength of his body comfort her. “I’ve been running in mental circles since I left her office.”
“She loves that.” He moved his hands to her face and cupped her cheeks. “You’ll figure out the best way to get Bailey a suit.”
“I hope so. It just would have been easier if the mayor had offered a solid suggestion.” She smiled at him. “Okay, I’m officially done with the topic.”
“You don’t have to be.”
“We have trees to plant.”
They’d spent the morning at Plants for the Planet where Taryn had chosen three different Japanese maple trees. They were all small enough to be happy in containers, which made them perfect for her small patio. Now they had to be moved into their new container homes.
After sli
ding the containers into place, Angel had put rocks in the bottom to help with drainage. Now she held the trees steady while he cut away the plastic. Once he’d tossed them aside, he freed the roots before lifting the trees into place.
“You’re good at this,” she told him. “I wouldn’t have pegged you for a plant guy.”
“I know things.”
A casual enough answer, but she saw the tension in his shoulders and knew he was keeping his face deliberately away from her. She picked up the bag of soil and poured it in. As he smoothed it into place, she spoke.
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “To talk about your life with Marie and Marcus.”
Angel straightened and wiped his hands on his jeans. “It was a long time ago.”
“But it’s still a part of who you are. I understand. If Marie hadn’t died, you wouldn’t be here right now. We wouldn’t have met. Your feelings about her have nothing to do with me.”
His gray gaze settled on her face. “That sounds rational. But this isn’t a rational subject.”
“Why not? We’re together because she’s gone. You don’t have to pretend you don’t want it to be different. That you don’t miss her.”
Ignoring the fact that neither of them wanted a commitment, even if either of them was more traditional and wanted it all, she would still have to tend with a ghost in his past. A first love. It wasn’t about being loved more or fighting memories. Loving Marie had made him who he was. She was a part of him, just as Taryn’s past was a part of her.
If they were on a different course, she would still be okay with what had come before. Because the alternative was to fight what she could never change.
“I don’t want you to pretend you don’t love her,” Taryn told him. “I like that you do. It makes you one of the good guys.”
He pulled her close again. This time he hung on so tight she found it difficult to catch her breath. But that was okay—because when it came to Angel, she’d discovered she liked the feeling that he would never let go.
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