“Don’t try to distract me with political posturing. I wouldn’t be going along with the idea if I wasn’t sure it’s something you truly want.” Emma rearranged her tangled skein of yarn. “Lauren and Mikki and I will always be here to help. It takes a village…”
“I know, but that’s not the point.”
“Don’t tell me you want a husband first.”
Rory pressed her knuckles against her smile. “I know it’s a radical idea, but you raised me to be an independent thinker.”
Her mother sniffed. “I have nothing against the concept of life mates.”
“And marriage vows…?”
Brows raised, Emma peered at Rory over the rim of her reading glasses. “If you must.”
“Don’t worry. I have no prospects at the moment, for either a husband or a father.”
“What about the young man you’re going to Mendocino with?”
“I haven’t decided about that.”
“Hmm. I’ve forgotten his name.”
“I didn’t tell you.”
“One of the girls must have mentioned him during brunch.”
There was no hiding. “Tucker Schulz.” Rory’s stomach flipped over. “Don’t get any ideas. His only potential is as a friend.”
Emma’s all-knowing gaze was on Rory’s face; she felt it heating up. “Mikki knows him?”
“He’s Nolan’s best friend.”
“Interesting.”
“No, it’s not. Not for my part.” But her mother had always been able to read her like a book and it was clear she could see past Rory’s avowals even when she continued to deny her interest.
After a moment the knitting needles resumed clicking. “There’s nothing wrong with going as friends.”
Nothing right about it, either, Rory thought. She’d be asking for trouble. So far, Mikki was still talking about researching divorce laws and filing new papers to end her marriage, but they’d been close for too long. Rory knew how much feeling her sister had buried under the hard-hearted act.
Which meant Tucker was right. If they had a weekend fling, and then Nolan and Mikki ended up together after all, they’d be forced to see each other over and over, in the most awkward of social circumstances. Some women were able to keep ex-lovers as friends—namely her mother. Rory doubted she could be as equable. For years after Brad had dumped her, she’d avoided his neighborhood and their mutual friends. When he’d moved away, her relief had been enormous.
But this was Tucker, not Brad. Was she so afraid of the possible consequences that she’d give up the grand prize trip? There was caution, and then there was stupidity.
Rory couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken her to such a high level of attraction so quickly. Judging by Tucker’s actions—and reactions—he shared at least some of her fascination.
Any future awkwardness might be worth it, she told herself. Their explosive chemistry indicated a risk worth taking.
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