Beside him, Amy gritted her teeth. “I’d think you also miss me bailing you two out at midnight. Aunt Darla told me that my replacement makes you wait until morning.”
“This is better than any movie,” Cassandra said, laughing.
The waiter returned with their drinks, serving the ladies first, which was his first mistake.
Darla reached out, and before Roper realized what she intended—and definitely before Amy did—Darla pinched the waiter’s behind.
The man jumped back, dropping his tray of drinks. “Sorry,” he said. Red-faced, he headed back to the kitchen to get something to clean up the mess.
“That’s it,” Amy said, yelling at her aunt. “You need to apologize to the man.”
Roper stood and placed a calming hand on her shoulder.
At the same moment, a man in a jacket and tie approached the table. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but we’ve had some complaints about your table being too loud,” the gentleman said.
Amy’s face turned red. “I apologize. We won’t cause any more trouble,” she promised.
“Thank you. I’ll be sending a new waitress to handle your order,” he said pointedly. Then he walked away quickly, leaving them all alone.
No explanations were necessary. Darla had run the other man off.
“I hope you’re all happy.” Amy glared at her family members.
“I didn’t mean any harm,” Darla said, sounding sincere and embarrassed at the same time.
Roper actually felt sorry for her.
He felt worse for Amy.
She lowered herself into her seat and the rest of the meal passed without a word from her. Her mother and aunt behaved—at least well enough not to get them kicked out of the restaurant.
His mother picked up on the tension and told stories about Hollywood, distracting Amy’s family enough to pass the time.
“I heard your daughter is getting married,” Rose said to Cassandra at the very end of the meal.
His mother nodded. “She’s marrying a wonderful man and they’re having a small, intimate ceremony,” she said, grudging acceptance in her tone.
Since the day Roper had laid down the law, his mother had backed off his sister and stopped meddling in the wedding plans. Of course, the fact that Sabrina had a check in her hand meant there was nothing Cassandra could do but accept her daughter’s wishes.
Just as Roper had intended.
And perhaps sensing she was at a crossroads with her son, Cassandra had changed her behavior where he was concerned, as well. Roper was sure Harrison played a strong role in his mother’s turnaround and he appreciated the man more than he could say. Harrison obviously made his mother happy, in her own dysfunctional way, and that pleased Roper, too.
Roper gestured to the waitress, who picked up the credit-card slip, fully signed. They could leave whenever they were ready. And he sensed Amy had been ready a long time ago.
“Weddings are wonderful,” Rose said with a sigh.
Roper nodded. “I’m going to give my sister away and we’re looking forward to Kevin becoming part of the family,” he said.
“Speaking of weddings,” Rose said, leaning across the table and staring Roper in the eye.
“Oh, no,” Amy said. “We’re leaving before you can go there.” She correctly guessed her mother would begin to pump Roper about his intentions regarding her daughter.
Roper knew his own intentions. Unfortunately Amy didn’t share them. Instead she wanted to run from him, far and fast.
After tonight’s dinner, he was starting to understand why. Now that she couldn’t blame Roper’s family or his choices for coming between them, she had it in for the press. But there was so much more to her feelings. When she’d first come to New York, she’d been uptight, diligently planning his life as if her career hinged on his getting it right. At the time he’d chalked it up to the fact that he was her first assignment. But their trip to the lodge proved him wrong.
Only when she’d gotten away from the pressure of her job and her family, when she’d stopped worrying about what people were going to think of her, had she been relaxed and happy. She’d enjoyed life.