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when the three women ganged up on him. “But maybe we’re being too hard on him.” Sherry reached out to pat his free hand. Finally, someone on his side. “We know it’s never your intention, but something about you wreaks havoc where women are concerned. We all love you like you were our own grandson and we don’t ever want to see you hurt, but we don’t want to see you wreak that havoc on anyone else we love, either.”
Johnny felt torn. In the short time he’d spoken to Melinda, he’d felt a stronger and more intimate connection to her than he’d ever felt with any other woman, and he wanted to explore that before life and the imbécil got in the way. But it had only been a short while, her life right now was in California, and he didn’t even know if she’d felt anything deeper than an attraction. She’d run away, after all.
What could he do? Tell Rosa and Marty that he’d talked to Melinda for less than an hour, but had a strong feeling there was something there, and then fly off to California to see if she felt the same, fight off her potential knight, and then risk having her place a restraining order against him for being a creepy stalker? And even if she did feel the same, would lifelong friendships be at stake if they tried something and it didn’t work out? Long distance relationships were notoriously difficult, and they barely knew each other as it was. Both scenarios would make him look like an intentional havoc-wreaker.
At least now, he had the unintentional part of the label going for him.
One thing was clear. If Johnny was ever going to get the chance to know Melinda better without hurting or upsetting two of his best friends, he’d have to wait, and he’d have to stop dating in the meantime. Waiting would be difficult, but not dating wouldn’t be a problem. It no longer filled the empty spaces or stopped the spread of loneliness. It only worsened both.
Probably it was the result of feeling as if his life was on hold until he finished his studies and began doing what he longed to do. For now, Johnny had little options but to wait for his professional life to start, and for Melinda to come home.
If Melinda fell in love with Don Quixote or some other imbécil during that year, then so be it. It would mean this feeling he had about the two of them was one-sided. How many times had someone told him they had a feeling about something or someone and then they turned out to be wrong? Too many to count. And look at what happened with Snow White yesterday.
“So,” Ruby said. “Who are you craving?”
“The girl from yesterday?” Sherry waggled both eyebrows at him.
Johnny blinked at her and half-nodded. “Yes. Her. But she doesn’t know it. Things are complicated right now. I can’t rush it.” In that split second, it seemed like the best answer. It was honest, and if he ever got the chance to date Melinda and together they explained how they’d met, Rosa would see he’d been thoughtful and serious about his granddaughter for a while.
Three jaws dropped. The three women stared at him, at first disbelieving, then stunned, and finally elated. Johnny shrank back. What had he gotten himself into? He got up and dug out his wallet. “Anyway, thanks for the coffee, the pie, and the inquest, but I’ve gotta get moving. Sam and I are meeting Dan at a Reds game in Cincy.”
That got their attention, as he knew it would. But he felt instantly guilty. He’d just trained their missiles on Dan. Rosa squinted her eyes and bunched up her fists. She tossed her head and raised her voice, suddenly looking and sounding like an older version of an angry Sofía Vergara. “You mean to say Dan will drive all the way up to Cincinnati to watch a mere baseball game , but he won’t drive one tiny extra hour to see us ? We haven’t seen him in over four years!”
“It’s impromptu. Sam hinted he has some things to discuss with both of us.”
Sherry, who’d clenched her jaw and gone rigid upon