Judy Christenberry - The Texan's Suite Romance

Taking a seat behind the cameras so she could watch the interview, Tabitha prayed Helen kept the discussion away from Alex’s wife. In spite of the wonderful behavior he’d shown the interviewer, she wasn’t sure it would continue.

Half an hour later, she stood and applauded as did everyone on the set. Helen had asked the right kind of questions, and Alex had been more relaxed, more charming, than Tabitha had ever seen him. She walked over to shake Helen’s hand and commend her for the wonderful job she’d done.

When she turned to Alex, intending to repeat her compliments, he leaned close to her and growled, “Get me the hell out of here!”

Again, his facial features didn’t match his words. She was beginning to think she was dealing with a ventriloquist. Facing Helen again, she said, “I hope you’ll excuse us. We didn’t have time to get anything to eat beforehand, so we’re going to fit in a quick meal before the book-signing. But it was wonderful working with you this afternoon.”

“Of course, I understand. Have a great book-signing, Alex.”

He smiled and waved, but he was already on his way out of the studio.

“Are you all right?” Tabitha demanded when she caught up with him, fearing he might be feeling sick.

“Yes, but can we stop for coffee or something?” He continued to sprint forward.

“Yes, of course,” she said, frantically trying to remember if they’d seen any coffee shops in the area. And wondering why he was acting as he was.

When they exited the studio, they saw a coffee shop down the street and walked half a block to it.

“Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get the coffee? Do you want decaf?”

“No, I need the caffeine,” he said roughly, avoiding looking at her.

Were they returning to their earlier cold war? Tabitha hoped not. She wasn’t sure she could handle six weeks of battle with Alex Myerson.

She ordered two coffees and two pieces of carrot cake. A little sugar might make it easier to get through the signing.

Carrying everything on a tray, she reached the table where Alex sat with his head in his hands. Again, she wondered what was wrong. The interview had been spectacular. She couldn’t imagine what had happened that would draw the devastation she saw in his body language.

Tabitha transferred the dishes to the table. Then she returned the tray to the counter and came back to sit down in the chair across from Alex.

He hadn’t raised his head. In fact, she didn’t think he’d moved at all since he’d sat down. “Alex, is there anything else I can get you?”

Finally, he looked up and said no, but his gaze didn’t meet hers.

She shoved his coffee and cake closer to him. “Do you like carrot cake? It’s one of my favorites.”

Instead of answering, he picked up the cup and took a sip of coffee.

Tabitha gave it another try. “The interview went really well. I think it—”

Alex raised his gaze to meet hers, fire in his eyes. With outrage in his voice, he shouted, “Stop!”

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