know
from that one little meeting that you don’t like him?” Then her gaze
narrowed. “Or is there more to this than I know about? What are you hiding
from me, Tessa Tyndale?”
“Nothing,” Tessa
said with a giggle. “Well, almost nothing.” Then she gave a shrug. “It
happened when we were at the wedding and, well, I just don’t think he’s a nice
man.”
Indie’s eyes grew
round. “What happened? Tessa, what could have happened in that short space of
time? He only spent one night at the compound.” Then her eyes grew even
bigger and her jaw dropped. “You didn’t…sneak off somewhere and make love to
him? You didn’t do something crazy like that?”
Now it was Tessa’s
turn to look at Indie with huge eyes. “Indie, I am shocked. What do you take
me for? I hardly even know the man.”
“Which is my point
exactly.” Indie’s shoulders sagged with obvious relief. “That would have been
too crazy, even for you.” Then her eyes narrowed again. “So, what is it?
What in the world could have happened to make you act like a bitch to him just
now?”
Tessa gasped.
“You used the B word.”
Indie rolled her
eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I’ve used worse. Now start talking. We don’t have all
day.”
Tessa sighed again
then she glanced down at her shoes. “Can I take these off? They’re killing
me.”
Indie tightened
her lips and shook her head. “Nobody told you to go put on those mini-stilts.
I don’t even know why you bother. You’re still a runt.”
“Hey. Not nice.”
That called for another pout. “I’m almost five foot five in these heels-”
“Try five foot
three. But that’s beside the point.” Indie folded her arms across her chest.
“You came dressed to kill tonight because you wanted to impress. Okay, so Wolf's
not a movie star but where does that give you the right to be rude? What did
he ever do to you?”
“A lot,” Tessa
said hotly, but then Indie shot her a look of curiosity and she sighed. “Okay,
a little.” She reached down and slipped the shoes off her feet then flopped
down in the nearby La-Z-Boy recliner. “He pissed me off at the wedding.”
“He pissed
you…how?” Indie’s face was a study in confusion. “The man was there only long
enough to hand over the ring, stay for the reception and then go off to bed.
He left first thing next morning. How and when could he have pissed you off?"
“When you and
Stone were exchanging wedding vows.”
Indie stared…and
stared…then she put her hand to her forehead. “Okay, you had me confused
before but now I am totally lost.” Her hand still on her head she peered down
at Tessa. “Explain that one.”
“There’s not much
to explain.” She began fiddling with the control on the chair but stopped when
Indie slapped her on the hand. That was when she looked up at her friend.
“I’m kind of ashamed to say this but just after you guys said ‘I do’ and then
you ducked your heads to kiss, my eyes met his as we stood there and I…sort
of…made googly eyes at him.”
Indie frowned.
“Sort of?”
“Well, I did,
okay. I batted my eyes at him because I thought he was…attractive. And I’d
already checked out that he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring but then…” she folded
her arms across her chest, “…he totally ignored me. He even turned his face
away. Can you believe it?”
“That’s it?”
Indie looked like she was ready to strangle her. “You batted your eyes at the
man and he didn’t jump all over you and you’re pissed at him for that? He was
the best man, for heaven's sake. What did you expect him to do? Come on to
you in front of everybody?”
“Of course not,”
Tessa said, giving her a sullen look, “but he could at least have spared me a
smile. I mean, I was wearing the perfect set of false eyelashes. My eyes were
so big, how could he have missed my ‘come