Her Best Match (The Best Girls 1)

“Did you like the meal?” he asked her.

“It was amazing.” She avoided his gaze, fearing she’d be trapped by those sparkling blue eyes.

“I have a little surprise for Charlie.” Gherring stood, walking toward the door.

“What? Is it a present? What is it?” Charlie leaped to follow him.

“No, it’s not a present. It’s an experience. Come see.”

Gherring led the group outside to the garage and opened the door. Inside was a white Maserati MC12. Charlie squealed at the sight.

“I thought you might want to go for a ride.”

“Okay, she can go first, but I want a ride too,” said Emily.

Anne felt warm inside as Charlie climbed into the passenger’s seat. This was something she would never forget.

“You won’t go over the speed limit, will you?” Anne asked in her best worried-mom voice.

“Of course not. Although I’m fairly certain Maseratis have a different speed limit than the rest of the cars out there.” He chuckled as he started the engine and spun the tires in the driveway before racing to the road.

“I can’t believe he’s got a Maserati,” said Emily. “This is the best weekend ever. None of our friends will believe it. We’ve got to get pictures. I wish we didn’t have to go home tomorrow.”

“I’m going to miss you so much.” Anne gave Emily a hug.

“Why don’t you girls come back here for Thanksgiving? I’d love to have you.”

“We’ve got to take care of Grandpa at Thanksgiving, because Mom’s going to be in Paris.”

“Paris! Why are you going to Paris?”

“She’s going to Paris with this French guy named Henri who’s really crazy about her.”

“Henri? Henri DuBois?”

“You know him?” asked Anne.

“I know him. And you should avoid that man at all costs.”

“Gram,” said Anne, “he’s not as bad as you think.”

Gram’s expression was disapproving, and Anne’s heart fell.

“Please don’t be mad at me, Gram. He’s been really sweet to me and to the girls.”

“I know what he was like before. I can’t believe he’s changed that much.”

“Even Steven found out some of the stuff he thought about Henri wasn’

t true.”

“I don’t like him.”

“It’s not like I’m planning to marry him, Gram. I’m just going to visit him.”

“Humph!”

“We’re only friends, Gram. And please don’t say anything to Mr. Gherring about me going to Paris. He doesn’t know.”