Dorie Graham - Faking It

Finally she said. “It doesn’t matter. I appreciate what you’re trying to do here, but I really don’t want a man in my life right now.”

Nikki nodded. “Well, we had to try. Maybe you just need a little time.”

Time. Would that make any difference? If only she hadn’t had to turn Jack away. He’d been interested in more than a feng shui consultation. Her empathic nature might not be as well developed as either of her sisters’, but she could tell that much.

“Okay, so if you’re not going to dance with any of the men here, the least we can do is enjoy our drinks.” Tess passed them umbrella-topped glasses. She lifted her glass high. “To love and finding it in unexpected places.”

“To love.” Nikki clinked her glass first to Tess’s, then Erin’s.

Erin nodded, then took a tentative sip, a sense of loss filling her. To love? How had Typhoid Mary fared in that arena?

“HI, THOMAS, IS AUNT SOPHIE here?” Erin peered past her longtime family friend the following afternoon as she stood in the open door of her aunt’s house.

She hadn’t had any appointments that morning and had finished packing her apartment. Her new home was ready. The movers would arrive in the morning.

“She and your mother are in Fort Lauderdale at a seminar.”

“Oh.” Disappointment filled her. If this was anything like previous healing seminars they’d been to, it would keep them tied up for the rest of the day. “I just thought I’d visit.”

“What am I, chopped liver?”

“I would love to visit with you.” She laughed in spite of herself.

Thomas had always been able to lighten her mood. Too bad Maggie hadn’t ever hooked up with him. He’d have made a better father to Erin and her sisters than any of the men who had drifted in and out of her mother’s life.

His smile warmed her as he led her back to the brightly lit kitchen. He motioned her to the table and headed for the coffeepot. “I was just taking a break.”

“What are you working on?”

“Stopped by to finish some lighting in Maggie’s new studio. It helps her…the light is…getting to be a problem.”

Her throat tightened. She still struggled with accepting the fact that her mother was slowly going blind. “So how is she?”

“She’s a trooper, that’s for sure.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I don’t want to interrupt your work.”

He placed a cup of coffee in front of her and sat down across from her with his own. “Nonsense. Take a break with me. You didn’t come here to talk about Maggie.”

Guilt swamped her. “I do want to talk about her. I’m concerned about her, Thomas.”

“She knows that, but she doesn’t want you to be. She’s adamant that we all keep the status quo. She’s even continuing to paint. We’ve set up her studio so she can find everything by feel when the time comes. The other day she tried a practice run with a blindfold.”

Erin’s stomach twisted at the thought of Maggie painting blindfolded. “She can’t be serious about continuing with her painting. Not after…”

“She is.” He shrugged. “At least for now. I think it’s important to support her in whatever she’s doing to deal with this.”

“But it seems so…hopeless.”

“Not to your mother, and the last thing she needs from any of us is discouragement.” He poured sugar into his cup. “The best thing you can do for her is to not show her how worried you are.”

She nodded.

“So?” He leaned toward her. “I live close enough that I know you girls show up on your aunt’s doorstep when you have some trouble to chew over with her.”

“Compared to Maggie, how can I complain?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I’m having a little trouble with all this. You know, the healing stuff, the McClellan gift.”

“You mean the sexual healing.”

Heat tinged her cheeks. “Is it wrong for me to want to have a normal life? To not feel that I need to have a man around?”

“I’ve heard some of this—about your plan to move off on your own and give up men. They’re all in an uproar, aren’t they?”

“I knew when I told Nikki and Tess that I was moving word would spread.”

“You didn’t need that big place all to yourself. Makes sense. When’s the big day?”

“Tomorrow. I don’t have much. It shouldn’t be too bad.” She sipped her coffee. “Nikki and Tess dragged me out to pick up men last night. It was a total disaster.”

“You really want to be all on your own?”

“Yes, I don’t want a man in my life. I don’t need one.”

He shrugged and drank from his mug. “I think a girl’s entitled to date or not date. They’ll get over it eventually.”

“Exactly. I choose if and when I date, just like I choose whether or not to work with any client in particular.”

“Do you pick and choose your clients?”

Her stomach tightened. Why had she mentioned that? “Well, I’ve always been grateful for any clients that come my way. I’ve never turned one down…until yesterday.”

“You turned down a client?”

“He wanted a consultation on feng shui. I don’t do that anymore. I have the right to pursue a more conventional career, don’t I?”

“Of course you do, Erin, but since when did you decide that you didn’t like feng shui anymore?”

“Since I decided to get serious about establishing myself in interior design. My business has really picked up.”

“Enough for you to turn away a potential client?”

“I’m making more, but I seem to be spending more, too.” She shifted in her seat. “He can find someone else to help him.”

“Sure he can, but no one does feng shui like you do, hon.”

“Like I did.”

“So you plan to live a conventional, man-free life.”

“Exactly. What’s the problem with that? What can I do to get my family to respect my decision?”

“I don’t know.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Your personal life is one thing, but it seems a little unconventional, not to mention unprofessional, to turn down a paying customer. It’s not the way I’d advise you to run your business.”

He was right. It was bad business to turn away a customer, especially during a lean month. Yet the thought of working with Jack Langston gave her a distinctly disquieted feeling. She was just too attracted to the man.

Thomas leaned back and cocked his head. “It’s a guess, but I’d say this potential customer was just such a young man to test your new no-man vow.”

She stared at him a moment. How could he possibly know? “I never said I wouldn’t have men as clients.”

“But you turned down this man.”

“He wanted feng shui.”

“Is that all he wanted?”

“Yes. He didn’t come on to me, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her cheeks warmed. Jack may not have come on to her, but her gut told her he had wanted to.

“But you wanted him to, and that was a problem for some reason.”

“I did not.”

“Oh, okay, my mistake.” He carried his cup to the sink. “Would you like more coffee?”

“No, thank you.” Erin stared at her half-finished cup. “I’d better let you get back to work. I need to head to the shop myself.”

“Okay, sweetheart, I’ll let Sophie know you stopped by.”

She moved beside him. “Thanks, Thomas, I enjoyed the coffee.”

“Don’t be afraid to embrace who you are, Erin. You come from an extraordinary family. Each of you is very different and you should accept and celebrate those differences, just like you should celebrate the similarities.”

A short laugh burst from her. “Right, like I have so much in common with the rest of them.”

“I’m betting you have more in common than you realize. Maybe it’s just tucked away a little bit, but it’s there.”