I moved for the first step. “Could that change things?” I wanted to know. “Is there a chance you won’t show up?”
“No. I’m going forward with it, but I haven’t told him yet. I’m waiting for the right time.” She looked over her shoulder.
“There is no right time for something like this. I’m sorry.” She had to know that by now. It had been weeks since we first met. Every time she came to the office she reported she was about to break the news to her husband before the deposition.
“I’ll do it before Monday.”
“I’m just glad you’re ok, Lana. I was worried when you didn’t call or email.”
“Thank you, but other than this god-awful morning sickness I’m fine. I couldn’t find a time to respond.”
I smiled sympathetically. “I’ll see you Monday?”
She nodded. “I’ll be there.”
“Good luck with the conversation.”
“Thanks.” She smiled wryly.
I walked to the car where Vaughn was waiting.
“Is that her?” He saw Lana watching us from the porch.
“Yes.” I snapped the seatbelt in place.
“She looks fine to me.” He started the car.
I sighed. “She is.” I was annoyed our weekend was ruined for nothing. That I had pulled Vaughn into this when Lana was perfectly ok.
“You don’t seem happy about it.” He steered us back toward the city and out of Lana’s corner of the suburbs.
“I am. I’m glad there was nothing wrong. I’m frustrated we had to change our plans. I liked the winery. I’d rather be there than here.”
“We can do the winery again. Let’s go back to your place and order some dinner. No roommate, right?”
“Right. Just you and me.” I smiled. I wanted the irritation to evaporate.
He grinned. “Ever thought about getting a four-poster bed?”
I laugh
ed. “No.”
“Maybe we should change that.”
My heart raced. My pulse quickened. Vaughn only had to suggest it and I was ready to do it. I’d shop for new furniture tomorrow if it meant more nights like last night.
“Maybe.” My voice was soft with promise.
“That’s my girl.” He turned the radio up and I grinned.
Exactly. I was his girl.
Chapter Fifteen
“Are you really going to steal the last donut?” I teased, poking Vaughn in the side.
We were stretched out on the chaise lounge on the deck. I had a blanket wrapped around me. I don’t know how the cold didn’t bother him. He was wearing jeans and no shirt. We read our tablets, scanning the Sunday morning headlines.