The Fortune Most Likely To...

by Marie Ferrarella

  Then, turning on her heel, she quickly left the restaurant without so much as a backward glance.

  Lila didn’t exhale until the restaurant doors closed behind her.

  Her heart was hammering hard and the brisk walk to her car had nothing to do with it. Lila didn’t come anywhere close to relaxing until she reached her vehicle and got in.

  Then she released her breath slowly.

  She’d done it, she thought. She’d survived seeing him again.

  She really hoped that Everett hadn’t realized just how affected she was by his presence. With that in mind, there was just no way she could see him again, Lila thought. She was certain that she wouldn’t be able to endure being face-to-face with Everett a second time, even if it was only for a couple of minutes.

  But she’d done it. Lila silently congratulated herself as she started up her car. She’d sat across from Everett Fortunado and she hadn’t bolted. She’d held her ground until she announced that she had to be getting back.

  And now, having made it through that and gotten it out of the way, she could go on with the rest of her life.

  * * *

  Everett left the restaurant a couple of minutes after Lila did. There seemed to be no point in staying. He’d only mentioned having dessert because he remembered how fond of sweets she had always been. The thought of dessert had no allure for him, especially now that Lila had left. So he paid the tab and walked out.

  He had barely managed to get into his car and buckle up before his cell phone rang. His first thought when he heard the phone was that it was Lila, calling to say she had changed her mind about having him call her the next time he was in Austin.

  But when he answered the phone, it wasn’t Lila. It was Schuyler.

  “So how was it?” his sister asked in lieu of a hello.

  Trying hard not to sound irritated, he asked her, “Why are you calling? I could have still been at the restaurant with Lila.”

  “I took a chance,” she told him. “If you were still with Lila, I figured you wouldn’t have answered your cell. But you did,” she concluded with a resigned sigh. “So I take it that she really did have a short lunch break.”

  He didn’t have it in him to lie or make something up, so he just said vaguely, “Something like that.”

  He should have known Schuyler wanted to know more. “What was it like exactly?” she asked him.

  Everett sighed. There was no point in playing games or pretending that everything was fine. He’d been pretending that for the last thirteen years and it had just brought him to this painful moment of truth. And he knew that Schuyler would just keep after him until he told about lunch.

  “I think Lila might hate me,” he said to his sister. He’d said “might” because stating it flatly just hurt too much.

  “Hate you?” Schuyler questioned in surprise. “Why? What happened at lunch?” Then she chuckled. “Did she try to set you on fire?”

  Everett laughed dryly. “No, she stopped short of that. But when I asked if I could call her again the next time I was in Austin, she told me she didn’t think that was such a good idea.”

  “Wait, back up,” Schuyler told her brother. “You asked her if you could call?”

  “Yes.” Schuyler was making it sound like he’d done something bad, but he had just been trying to be thoughtful of Lila’s feelings. He didn’t want Lila thinking he just presumed things. He was proud of the fact that he was first and foremost a gentleman.

  He heard his sister sigh in disbelief. “Everett, you are a brilliant, brilliant doctor and probably the smartest man I know, but what you know about women could be stuffed into a walnut shell with room for a wad of chewing gum. You don’t ask a woman if you can call her. You just call her.”

  He didn’t operate like that. “What if she doesn’t want me to call?”

  “Then you’ll find that out after the fact,” Schuyler told him. “Believe me, if she doesn’t want you to call, she’ll let you know when she answers the phone. But if you hold off calling because she said she doesn’t want you to, then you might wind up missing out on an opportunity.”

  This was making his head hurt. “Nothing is straightforward with you women, is it?”

  “That’s where the aura of mystery comes in,” Schuyler told him with a laugh. And then her voice sobered. “Are you planning on seeing Lila again?”

  Lila had as good as told him not to—but he couldn’t bring himself to go along with that. Not yet. Not while he felt that there might be the slimmest chance to change her mind.

  “I’m going to try,” he confessed.

  “When?” Schuyler questioned. “Now?”

  “No.” He was still smarting from Lila’s rejection. “I think I’m going to give her a little time to mull things over. I’ll probably talk with her the next time I’m in Austin.”

  “Talk with her about what?” Schuyler wanted to know.

  “I want to make things right,” Everett explained simply. “Maybe even tell her—”

  Schuyler cut him off before he could say anything further. “Ev, not even you can bring back the past, you know that, right?”

  “Yes, I know that,” he said impatiently, “but I just want Lila to know that I wish I’d handled things differently back them. Schuyler, you have your happy ending in the works,” he pointed out, “but I wound up driving away the best thing that ever happened to me and I’ll do anything to get her back.”

  “Oh Everett,” Schuyler said, emotion in her tone, “that is deeply, deeply romantic—and deeply, deeply flawed. You’re going to wind up failing and having your heart broken into a thousand little pieces, and then ground up into dust after that.”

  “I don’t want to hear about it, Schuyler,” he told his sister with finality. “I don’t need you to tell me how I can fail. I need you to tell me that I’ll get her back. I need to get her back,” he emphasized.

  He heard Schuyler sigh, as if she was surrendering. “Okay. Just please, please don’t do anything stupid,” his sister warned.

  “I already did,” Everett told her. “I let Lila go in the first place.”

  “Everett—”

  “I’ll be in touch, Schuy,” he told her before he terminated the call.

  Everett gave it to the count of ten, then opened his phone again. He had a call to make and then he had to get back on the road if he wanted to reach Houston before nightfall.

  * * *

  Lila didn’t need to get back to the office that quickly. She’d just told Everett that she did so she had a way to end their lunch. She’d estimated that half an hour in his company was about all she could take.

  She had a feeling that if she came back early, the people she worked with, the ones who seemed to take such an inordinate interest in her life, would be all over her with questions.

  Especially Lucie.

  But if she timed it just right, she could slip into the office just as they were coming back from their own lunches. That way she stood a better chance of avoiding any questions.

  She thought it was a good plan and it might have actually worked—if it hadn’t been for the flowers. Two dozen long stemmed red roses in a glass vase to be precise. They were right there, in the middle of her desk, waiting for her when she walked into the office an hour after she’d left.

  And there, right next to the vase, was Lucie. With a broad smile on her face.

  “You just missed the delivery guy,” she told Lila. “I signed for them for you.”

  “Um, thank you,” Lila murmured, although what she was really thinking was that Lucie shouldn’t have bothered doing that.

  “No problem,” Lucie answered cheerfully. Her eyes were practically sparkling as she looked from the flowers to her friend. It was obvious that she had barely been able to curtail her curiosity and keep from reading the card that had come with the roses. “Who
are they from?”

  “I have no idea,” Lila murmured, eyeing the roses uneasily, as if she expected them to come to life and start taunting her.

  “You know a really good way to find out?” Lucie asked her innocently. When Lila glanced in her direction, Lucie told her with great clarity: “Read the card.”

  Lila nearly bit off that she knew that. Instead, resigned, she said, “I guess I’ll have to.”

  “Boy, if someone sent me roses, I’d sound a lot happier than that,” Lucie commented.

  “Want them?” Lila offered, ready to pick up the vase and hand it over to her friend.

  “I’d love them,” Lucie said with feeling. “But I can’t take them. They’re yours. Now who sent them?” Her eyes narrowed as she looked directly into Lila’s.

  Steeling herself, Lila reached over and plucked the small envelope stuck inside the roses. Slowly opening it, she took out the off-white rectangular card.

  Till next time. Everett.

  Her hand closed around the card. She was tempted to crush the small missive, but something held her back.

  Damn it, why couldn’t the man take a hint? Why was he determined to haunt her life this way? Why couldn’t he just stay away the way he had done for the last thirteen years?

  “Well?” Lucie asked, waiting. She tried to look over her friend’s shoulder to read the card. “Who sent the flowers?”

  “Nobody,” Lila answered evasively.

  “Well ‘nobody’ must have some pretty deep pockets,” Lucie commented, eyeing the roses. “Do you know what roses are going for these days?”

  “I don’t know and I don’t care,” Lila answered defiantly. She was debating throwing the card into the trash.

  “Well, ‘nobody’ certainly does. Care, I mean,” Lucie clarified. “By any chance, are these flowers from the guy you went out to lunch with?”

  Lila closed her eyes. She really did wish she could convincingly carry off a lie, but she couldn’t. Absolutely no answer came to her, so she found herself having to admit the truth.

  “Maybe.”

  Lucie gave a low whistle as she regarded the roses. “All I can say is that you must have made one hell of an impression at lunch.”

  “No, I didn’t,” Lila replied. “He asked if he could call me again and I told him I didn’t think that was such a good idea.”

  Taking in the information, Lucie nodded. “Playing hard to get. That really turns some guys on,” she confided. “They see it as a challenge.”

  “I’m not playing hard to get,” Lila stressed between gritted teeth. “I’m playing impossible to get.”

  “Same thing for some guys,” Lucie responded knowingly. “What you did was just upped the ante without realizing it. Play out the line a little bit, then tell him that you’ve had a change of heart because he’s so persistent. Then reel him in.”

  She felt like her back was up against the wall and Lucie was giving her fishing analogies. She looked at the other woman in disbelief. “You’re telling me I should go out with him?”

  “What I’m telling you is that you should give him another chance,” Lucie told her.

  Another chance. She knew that was what Everett wanted as well, even though he’d started out by acting as if he didn’t, Lila thought. But there was no other reason why he would want to call her the next time he was in Austin unless he wanted another chance. It certainly wasn’t because they’d had such a spectacular time today at lunch and he wanted to continue that.

  They hadn’t been spectacular together in a long, long time, Lila thought.

  She tried to close her mind off from the memories, but they insisted on pushing their way through, punching through the fabric of the years.

  Echoes from the past both softened her and squeezed her heart, reminding her of the pain she’d gone through at the end.

  How could she willingly open herself up to that again? She’d barely recovered the last time.

  Lila blinked. Lucie was standing in front of her, waving her hand in front of her eyes.

  “Hey, Earth to Lila. Earth to Lila,” Lucie called out.

  “What?” Lila responded, stopping short of biting off an angry cry.

  “I was talking to you and you seemed like you were a million miles away. Where were you just now?”

  Lila blew out a quick breath and pulled herself together.

  “You called it,” she told the other woman. “I was a million miles away. And now it’s time to come back and get to work,” she announced. “I’ve got a stack of reports to review so I can make the rounds tomorrow.”

  Lucie inclined her head. “I can take a hint.”

  “I certainly hope so,” Lila murmured under her breath.

  Hearing her, Lucie added, “For now,” as she left the room.

  Lila suppressed a groan. Glaring at the roses, she moved the vase to the windowsill.

  It didn’t help.

  Chapter Five

  “Have you given ‘Mr. Roses’ any more thought?” Lucie asked her a few days later completely out of the blue.

  They were each preparing their input to submit for their departments’ monthly budget and, taking a break, Lucie had peered into her office to ask about Everett.

  Surprised by the unexpected salvo—she’d thought she was out of the woods since Lucie hadn’t brought the subject up for several days—Lila answered, “None whatsoever.” She deliberately avoided Lucie’s eyes as she said it.

  “You’re lying,” Lucie said.

  This time Lila did look up. She shot her a look that was just short of a glare, but Lucie wasn’t intimidated.

  “You know how I know?” Lucie asked her.

  Lila braced herself inwardly. Her outward countenance didn’t change. “Please, enlighten me,” she requested coolly.

  “You’re blushing,” Lila pointed out triumphantly. “Every time you say something that you’re not entirely comfortable about—like a little white lie—you start to blush.”

  Lila drew herself up. “I do not,” she protested. But even as she said it, she could feel her cheeks getting warmer.

  “Got a mirror?” Lucie asked. She appeared to be serious. “I’ll show you.”

  Lila sighed, dropping her head back. “Okay, so I’ve thought about him, but the answer to your next question is still ‘no.’ I’m not going to be seeing him again anytime soon—or ever.”

  Lucie shook her head. It was obvious by her expression that she thought Lila was turning her back on a golden opportunity.

  “I think you’re making a mistake,” Lucie told her in no uncertain terms.

  “My mistake to make,” Lila informed her cheerfully. And then, because she knew that Lucie was only looking out for her, she relented. “No offense, Lucie. I know you’re a romantic at heart. I’m aware of your story,” she went on. “You and Chase were teenage sweethearts who, despite a few bumps on the road—”

  “Big bumps,” Lucie emphasized, interjecting her own narrative.

  “—were meant to be together,” Lila continued, pushing on. “But not everyone is like you. Most teenage sweethearts usually outgrow each other and are meant to be apart.”

  “Aha,” Lucie exclaimed. “So you two were teenage sweethearts.”

  Lila stared at her. That had been a slip. “I didn’t say that,” she protested.

  “Not in so many words,” Lucie countered. “But you definitely implied it. Lila,” she said, lowering her voice as she put her hand over her friend’s. “The heart wants what the heart wants and it doesn’t always make perfect sense. But old loves imprint themselves on your heart and on your brain. Take it from me. They always stay with you.”

  “That might have been your experience,” Lila granted. “And I know that you and Chase are extremely happy—”

  “We are,” Lucie assured her.

 
Lila forged on. “—but not everyone is like you,” she concluded. “As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure that very few people are like you.”

  Apparently her remark didn’t satisfy Lucie, who went on. “Why don’t you give this guy another chance and see if you belong to the ‘very few?’” she suggested.

  Lila went back to looking over her notes and figures for the budget. “Not going to happen.”

  Lila might have wanted to drop the subject, but Lucie obviously didn’t. The subject of reunited lovers was something that was near and dear to her heart.

  “Why?” Lucie asked her. “What are you so afraid of, Lila?”

  Lila’s eyes met her friend’s. “I’m afraid of not getting my budget done in time,” she said in a crisp voice.

  “Seriously,” Lucie coaxed.

  “Seriously,” Lila insisted, refusing to be distracted from the subject any further.

  Just then, she saw a movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked toward the doorway. For a split second, she was afraid that Everett had found his way up to the office, but then she realized, as the man drew closer, that it was a deliveryman—and he was carrying another vase filled with flowers.

  Not again!

  “Oh, look, more roses,” Lucie announced gleefully. “Just in time to replace the ones that are beginning to wilt,” she added, grinning at Lila.

  “How do you know they’re for me?” Lila asked almost defensively. “There are plenty of other people who work here.”

  “Oh, I just have a feeling,” Lucie told her, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her.

  Her grin grew wider as the deliveryman came over to Lila’s office where they were working.

  “Ms. Clark?” the deliveryman asked, looking from one young woman to the other.

  “That would be her,” Lucie said, pointing toward Lila.

  With a nod of his head, the deliveryman offered Lila what looked like a rectangular, brown Etch A Sketch.