Sheri WhiteFeather - Lost and Found Husband

“It’s the house in the back,” she said. “You have to go through a side gate to get to it. But you’ll see it when you get there.”

“What time should I pick you up?”

“How about seven-thirty? The reception is from eight to ten.”

“Okay.” He was already nervous.

“My landlord will probably peer out her window to get a look at you.”

“Is she a nosy old lady?”

“No.” Dana laughed her lilting laugh. “She’s young and beautiful, and I told her all about how yummy you are.”

“Gee, thanks.” More nerves. More of everything. “Nothing like putting a guy on the spot.”

“You’ll do fine. By the way, did you mention me to your daughter when you spoke to her earlier?”

“I told her that someone invited me to a gallery opening, but I didn’t let on that it was a woman.”

“Much less a twenty-six-year-old? Would you have told her about me if I was your age?”

“Probably not. I’m not comfortable talking about my personal life to my child, even if she sometimes pesters me about it.”

“Pesters you how?”

“She wants me to start dating.”

“What a bright kid. What’s her name?”

“Kaley.”

“Really? Did you know that Kaley means ‘party animal’ in the Urban Dictionary? Kaley is the name to have these days. It depicts the coolest girl ever.”

“Then I guess we did her proud. Because she is the coolest girl ever.”

“You’re cool, too.”

He shook his head. “Are you kidding? I feel like I’m in high school all over again.”

“Because of me?”

“Yes. Because of you.”

“So I make you feel young? That’s good, isn’t it?”

“I was a dork in high school.”

She laughed. “Somehow I don’t see you as ever being a dork.”

“Believe me, I was.”

“I’m surprised you can remember back that far.”

He cracked a smile. “Smarty.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, you, too.”

“I’m going to wow you with my outfit.”

He would probably be predictable, in jeans and a sports coat. “Bye, Dana.”

“Bye, handsome.”

They hung up, and he marveled at how easily she flirted. He’d never met anyone like her.

He checked his emails on his phone to see if his cool kid had sent the picture. She had, and the image was funny and cute, with his daughter making a duck face. Her sparkly pink gown was atrocious. The tiara was tacky, too. But that was the point, he supposed.

He thought about Dana, wondering just how she planned to wow him. Tomorrow night was going to be a long wait.

Especially with that kiss looming in his mind.

Chapter Two

Eric drove to Dana’s place and parked at the curb. She lived in a cozy, tree-lined neighborhood. The bungalow house in front boasted 1930s appeal with a sloping roof, a stucco exterior and a stone walkway. He assumed that was where her landlord lived. He didn’t see anyone peering out from behind the lacy curtains, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t being watched.

He picked up her gift from the passenger’s seat and got out of the car. He’d stopped by the florist and gotten Dana an orchid because of her obvious love of flowers. But suddenly he’d realized he’d made a mistake. Not necessarily for Dana, but for himself. Corrine’s wedding bouquet had been made up of the same type of orchids.

How could he have overlooked that? Eric scowled. Maybe he hadn’t. Maybe it was deliberate. As to why, he couldn’t be sure. But it didn’t sit well with him.

He headed for the side gate Dana had mentioned and opened the latch. Her yard was an explosion of greenery and festive blooms. Her tiny house sat amid the garden, which also contained a three-tiered fountain.

He knocked on her door. She answered and sent his libido into a tailspin.

She had the wow factor.

She’d donned a white dress with a bold red print. The slim-fitting garment hugged her in all the right places and was just low enough in front for him to see how bountiful her breasts were. Her shoes, a pair of flesh-colored heels, added about three inches to her height, elongating her already shapely legs. But what really enticed him was her hair. He’d never seen it loose, and tonight it tumbled around her shoulders in a mass of golden waves, making him itch to touch it.

Her makeup was stunning, as well, her eyes lined in a manner that reminded of him of an old-time movie star. Her lips were painted the same shade as the print on the dress, which he now realized were red dahlias. Instead of wearing a flower in her hair, she was wearing them on her dress.

“You look incredible,” he said.

“Thank you.” She spun around and showed him every curve. “I primped for hours.”

“It paid off.”

“Is that for me?” she asked.

The accidental orchid. “Yes.” He handed it to her.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful.” She hugged it to her chest, much too close to her heart. “Come in, Eric.”

As he entered her home, she put the potted plant on the windowsill, where a host of herbs created a fragrant mixture. Everything in her young vibrant world was tuned to the senses. A mosaic-topped café dining table was paired with mismatched chairs, and a mint-green loveseat that served as her sofa was bursting with tassel-trimmed pillows. A wooden coat rack held a collection of fringed shawls, and glass lamps were draped with feminine scarves.

“You have flair,” he said. “This is like an antique gypsy cart.” Gypsy included, he thought.

“Oh, thank you. I always thought it would be exciting to be an artist, but I don’t have any talent in that regard. So I try to make up for it by keeping artistic things around me.”

Did she keep artistic men around her, too? Was that part of her attraction to him? By most creative standards, Eric was on the conservative side. But he still fit the bill, he supposed, with his art-teacher vibe.

“You could be an interior designer,” he told her.

“Really? Do you think so? That’s something to consider. I’m torn about what to be when I grow up.” She flashed her twentysomething smile. “If I ever do grow up.”

“Being grown-up is overrated.” Nonetheless, he was as grownup as it got. “Are you ready to head out?”

“Sure. Just let me get my wrap.” She removed one of the shawls from the coat rack. They weren’t just for show.

Before they exited her yard, she led him to the fountain. “Isn’t he adorable? He’s one of the reasons I want to see the Valentine art show. I love angels, and cherubs are my favorite.”

He studied the statue in question. “People often mix cherubs up with putti. Unless you know the origins of the art, sometimes it can be difficult to tell.”

She made a face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Putti is plural for putto. They’re childlike male figures, predominantly nude, and sometimes with wings.”

“So what’s the difference?”

“Cherubs appear in a religious context and are angels, whereas the genesis of putti is mythical or secular, like Cupid.”

“So what is Tinkle?”

“Tinkle?”

She gestured to the fountain, and he smiled. She’d named the little guy after his antics. “I’d say he’s a putto. They’re prone to naughty deeds.”

Dana laughed. “And here all this time I thought he was a misbehaving angel.”

Eric laughed, too. “I’m sure we’ll see plenty of cherubs at the gallery. And putti, too.”

“It will be fun trying to tell the difference. We can make a guessing game out of it.”

They walked to his car, and he opened the passenger side and watched her slide onto the seat. She was fluid and graceful, and he was still hoping that he could handle their date.