noon.â
âTemple?â
âNot me. That would mean getting up an hour earlier. Canât do it.â
Tempting, but keep your distance, Burney. Your libido is acting weird around him lately.
âLazy?â
âPathetically so.â
Touching his fingertip to the bill of his hat, Craig strode down the concourse, leaving Temple and Scotty behind.
Temple felt a niggling of regret as she watched him go. She would have liked nothing better than to have breakfast with him, but until she figured out what was going on with her, she couldnât chance it. Making a fool of herself with Craig was the last thing she wanted to do.
âHey,â Scotty said. âWhy donât you come over for dinner next week? Stephanie mentioned the other day that itâs been a long time since you two have seen each other.â
Temple hesitated, knowing Scottyâs penchant for fixing her up.
âHey, do me a favor. Let me screw up my own life. Iâm good at it.â
âOh! Iâm hurt.â Scottyâs shoulders slumped and there was a basset hound look on his face. âI thought you liked my friends.â
âNo, I like you and Steph as friends. I havenât yet met one of your fix-ups that I could stand.â
âHonest, Steph wants you to come to dinner,â he insisted. âHow about it?â
âAre you sure Steph wants company for dinner in the middle of the week? How about I drop by for dessert?â
âNo, sheâll want you to come for dinner. How about it, kiddo?â
Why fight it, Temple? Youâre actively seeking Don Juan, remember? Work at this!
âAll right,â she said finally. âIt has been a long time since Iâve seen Steph and the kids. Let me know what time and what I can bring.â
âWill do.â
Temple watched Scotty stride toward a bank of telephones to let his wife know heâd landed safely. Steph would be waiting for the call. And who was waiting for her call? Nobody. Would there ever be someone? Was she ready for that? Yes. With the right guy.
Her gaze drifted back over the concourse, hoping to catch a glimpse of Craig, but he was already gone. What was this empty feeling?
Shrugging mentally, she waved at Ginny and headed for the parking lot.
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CRAIG HAD JUST WALKED into his apartment when the phone rang. Tired from the long day, he picked up the receiver, frowning when he heard Jeff Sharpâs voice on the other end.
âHi, Jeff, whatâs up?â
He listened, wincing inwardly.
âBoy, Iâd like to help you out, butâ
âYeah, she sounds nice, but Iâ
âWhat about Sam?
âCanât Suzy set her up with one of her friends?
âNo, I had a busy weekend. I think Iâll stay home and heat a TV dinner, relaxâ
âSure, it can keep, butââ
He drew a deep breath. First Scotty, and now Jeff. He was going to have to put his foot down.
âWell, if sheâs already bought the tickets. What time?
âYes, itâd be a shame to let the tickets go to waste. Are you and Lynda going?
âCome on, Jeff. You want me to go, but youâre not going?
âOkay, tell Gina Iâll pick her up aroundââ he glanced at his watch ââseven-thirty.â
Dropping the phone into its cradle, he shrugged out of his jacket.
Damn, he wished his friends would give it a rest! How many times did he have to tell them heâd find his own women.
An ice show?
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THE NIGHT STARTED OFF bad. Then it got worse.
Craigâs heart wasnât in the impromptu date.
Two blocks away from the stadium, a petite brunette, Gina, checked her watch for the fifth time. âWeâre going to be late.â
âNot much. Weâll be there by the start of the first act.â Craig smiled reassuringly. âRelax.â
The skaters were finishing their warm-ups as Craig directed Gina to their seats. Five minutes into the performance, the
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