“I could use a little excitement, myself.”
“You should definitely audition for a part in whatever play we choose,” Jamie encouraged, guessing that Sherry would perform very well. “It would certainly be a new challenge for you.”
“I’ll do that. Thanks.”
Susan Schedler approached Jamie when the others had departed. Jamie was gathering the notes she’d made during the meeting; she looked up with a smile when her pregnant friend waddled closer.
Susan looked around to make sure the others were gone, then burst into giggles. “Phantom of the Opera?”
Jamie grinned. “Don’
t get me started. It was all I could do not to laugh in poor Earlene’s face.”
“She’s probably going to audition for the youngest part in whatever play you select, you know. And she isn’t going to like it when you cast her as an aging matron or someone’s mother.”
“I’ll worry about that when I’m casting parts.”
“You’re sure you want to get involved with this? A bunch of rank amateurs with dreams of local stardom?”
Wrinkling her nose, Jamie replied, “It just might be fun. And, besides, I need something productive to do.”
“Getting bored, are you?”
“Maybe a little,” Jamie admitted, though she knew it wasn’t boredom, exactly. More of a dissatisfaction—an awareness that something was still lacking in her life. Something that her one-night-a-week dates with Trevor weren’t quite compensating for.
“I find that hard to believe, considering how often the town’s most eligible lawyer comes calling on you.”
Jamie went still, wondering for a moment if her friend had just read her mind. “I beg your pardon?”
Susan’s smile was mischievous. “Surely you haven’t forgotten how efficient the Honoria rumor mill is.”
Jamie groaned. “Don’t tell me…”
“Oh, yes. Folks have been talking about you and Trevor McBride. They’re saying you’ve been out with him on several Friday evenings, including the most recent one. And that his car was spotted at your house in the middle of a weekday.”
“We had lunch. He brought takeout,” Jamie muttered.
“Mmm. And what did you have for dessert?”
“Conversation,” Jamie answered repressively. And their date Friday had ended when, after several long, arousing kisses, Trevor had rather abruptly departed, leaving her quivering with pent-up desire.
She was beginning to wonder if she shouldn’t just drag him into her bedroom and attack him, putting an end to the anticipation.
“Well?” Susan demanded.
“Well, what?”
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing much. Trevor and I are just friends.” For now, at least.
“Two lonely singles sharing dinner and conversation?”
Jamie stuffed her notes into her oversize tote bag. “Something like that.”
“Want to know the local odds for and against the two of you getting married?”
“No.”