talk to you later,” she told the phone and hung up on Elle. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Yes, well I found this poor handicapped bag lady wandering the streets smoking a clove and had to stop and lend her a hand,” Will said to Amber as he walked me over.
“Don’t let him lie to you like that,” I said quickly, trying to divert her from the smoking tipoff. “It was me who took pity on the poor schmuck, because he had to stop and ask for directions.”
“Now I know you’re lying. Men never ask for directions. Besides, he’s lived here all his life.”
“So sue me.”
The diversion did not work. “Ashlee, I thought you’d given up that nasty habit,” Amber said, so I whacked Will in the back of the head with the palm of my hand.
“Thanks for spilling the beans, loser.” I turned back to my sister. “Will’s staying for lunch,” I said, hoping to avoid a lecture and almost positive she wouldn’t pull rank and nix his invitation.
“Oh no he’s not,” Amber said.
“Oh no I’m not,” Will echoed.
“C’mon. I bet you two haven’t talked in a while. It’ll be good for all of us,” I said. “Besides, I’m cooking.”
My sister rolled her eyes. “Now this I’ve got to see.”
“See, I told you I make a mean pot of spaghetti,” I teased as I cleared the dishes and set another helping of pasta before the man I realized I wanted to get to know better again.
“Please, Ash. I really couldn’t eat another bite,” Will said.
"Oh, come on. Just one more wafer-thin mint?"
Will grinned, deliberately stuck his fork into the center of the bowl and started slurping anyway, much to my delight.
“Actually, Ash, that wasn’t bad for spaghetti. It was pretty good in fact,” Amber added as an aside to her S.O., who had come home for lunch. Benefits of the small town: short commute. “Wasn’t it, Elle?”
“It was very good, Ash.” Elle played her role as the grownup to the hilt. “If it wasn’t for Amber, I’d probably be having another helping myself.” Elle laughed as Amber tickled her, pinching the pudge that she never could seem to lose.
“So, why don’t we go take that drive?” I suggested to Will, who perked up at the sound and put down his fork. I’d taken another pain pill by now, so I figured I could at least make it through a two-hour reunion tour of the hometown, and besides, I didn’t think I could stand the lovey-dovey around here anymore. “Catch up on the dish. Tell me who’s divorced who and who’s still having babies when they should have stopped years ago. And stuff.”
“And stuff,” Will echoed solemnly.
“You still have to clean up this mess,” Amber tossed over her shoulder.
“I’ll handle the dishes.” Elle put a hand on Amber’s wrist and squeezed. “I think Ash could use the time out of the house for a while.”
Amber got it, smiled and then gave me a quick wink. “Fine. Take your time. Keys still in the same place, and don’t forget to reset the alarm after you come in.”
“Thanks guys!” I gave them a quick hug and limped enthusiastically out the door toward the pickup past Mervin and J.R., who were just coming home from soccer practice.
“Hi guys! Bye guys!” I sang.
“Hey, isn’t that Will Stenfield?” I heard Mervin ask Amber as he handed her J.R.’s muddy cleats, which she took with two fingers and walked them into the garage.
“I think he dated Denise once,” Mervin commented, referring to Amber’s replacement and J.R.’s new step-monster, then shrugged and walked away.
“Amber,” Elle said in a warning tone as she poked her head into the garage.
Amber turned and put her hands on her hips.
“What?”
“Love you,” Elle said.
Hearing that, I was seriously tempted to toss my cookies, but with Will there I was already too far away, reminiscing.
“So, where do you want to go?” Will asked as he revved the engine while I went through his CDs. I pulled out a scratched-up copy of the Cars’ first