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  “Then I should totally make their day,” Trent said dryly. She’d seen how people looked at her, intimidated by both her size and looks.

  Juliet pulled her to a halt. “Why? You’re smart, witty, can hold a conversation with anyone and everyone. You have the most amazing sense of fair play that I have ever witnessed. Add to that you are amazingly handsome, what’s not to like?”

  Trent willed her mouth to close. No one had ever complimented her so nicely. “You think I’m all that, eh?”

  “And probably more.”

  “You hardly know me.”

  “Maybe we can remedy that over cake and ice cream.”

  Trent warred within herself for a moment then capitulated. “Okay, but I warn you I’m a frosting fiend.”

  “You and Kayleigh alike.”

  The parking lot was busy, and Trent dutifully followed as Juliet directed her to where her car was parked. Carefully, Trent placed the bag in the trunk and lowered the lid.

  “You know, I don’t think I’ve seen anyone treat a box so reverently.” Juliet accepted back her keys from Trent’s hand and their fingers touched. Trent shoved her hands in her pants pockets nervously.

  “I love my games and treat them accordingly, whether they are mine or for someone else.”

  “Kayleigh is going to love this. Thank you for helping me.”

  “It was my pleasure.” Trent was at a loss as to what to do next. She needed to get back to work but was loath to leave Juliet’s side. The feeling both unnerved and excited her.

  “I’ll come pick you up on Saturday, unless you’d rather drive yourself?”

  “I don’t drive.”

  “You don’t have a car?”

  “I have no need for one. I live close enough to work that I can walk, or if I’m not in the mood for a trek I can catch a bus here. I have my own house that I’m paying for. The money I’d use on a vehicle I pay into that instead. I don’t need wheels as much as I need a roof over my head,” Trent said.

  “How wonderful. I want my own place desperately. When I moved back to Baydale, I was still in touch with Monica, who just happened to have lost her last roommate to the joys of matrimony. I took the spare room and have been living with her for the last two months. When Mom and Dad moved here for Dad’s job, they did ask if I wanted to move back home. I’d been so long out of the family nest that I didn’t like the idea of going back under their roof.”

  “Well, I know exactly where they live, so I could save you a journey and just walk there.”

  “No, you won’t. I’ll come get you. You aren’t traveling all that way by foot this time.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a business card. She gave it to Trent after writing something on the reverse. “This is my cell number in case you need to call me.” She reached back in her bag and pulled out a small notepad. “Now, what’s your address?”

  Trent reeled it off and Juliet wrote it all down.

  “Okay, we’re set. Next Saturday, four p.m. okay for you?”

  Trent nodded. “I’m not on the schedule next weekend so it’s perfect.”

  Juliet put everything away and flashed a satisfied look. Trent was startled when Juliet leaned up and kissed her softly on the cheek.

  “Thank you for everything.”

  Trent resisted the urge to touch the spot on her face tingling from Juliet’s kiss. “No problem,” she said around the sudden tightness in her throat as desire rose to suffuse her whole being.

  “I’d better let you get back to work before Elton comes looking for you.” Juliet suddenly seemed shy, her face turning pink. She touched the name tag Trent wore. “Assistant manager or not.”

  Screw Elton, Trent thought as she stared at Juliet’s lips, but she eventually nodded, knowing Juliet was right. “Next Saturday, then?”

  “I’ll be sure to save you some frosting.”

  “You know the way to my heart,” Trent said without thought. She wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a we’ll see, but the parking lot noise drowned out whatever words Juliet had uttered.

  Chapter Six

  Seated in her office, Juliet was thankful she could close the door on all the excitable midweek chatter that seemed to buzz around the building. The economy is screwed, and I think we’re all about to be screwed right along with it. She studiously ignored the flashing of her e-mail inbox that told her of yet another message that needed her important input right this second. She was more intrigued with the fact she had no message yet on her cell phone from Trent. I was so sure she’d have sent me a text to cancel this weekend.

  Juliet leaned back in her chair and thought about Kayleigh’s unusual protector. She’s such a damn contradiction; one minute she’s giving me a look that begs me to rip my clothes off, and then she’s backing away as if she’s scared to get too close. Juliet considered Trent for a moment. But she’s so handsome, especially with that piece of hair that threatens to fall in her eyes. It’s so sweet, though she probably wouldn’t appreciate that sentiment. I can’t help but wonder at the shadows in her eyes, though. She doesn’t seem aware they’re there, but that night at pizza, I saw a whole world of hurt when Eddie brought up the waitress. I can’t help but wonder why. And I wouldn’t have thought the waitress was exactly Trent’s type either. She snorted softly at her own musings. Like I would know Trent’s type. I barely know her. She registered another ding from her computer as yet another e-mail came in. But I would like to.

  Another e-mail followed quickly on the heels of the last, causing Juliet’s temper to spill. “I’m beginning to hate this job,” she said out loud, startling herself. But she knew it was true. It had been so much fun at the start, learning all the complexities of the banking world. The job had been rewarding, the pay fantastic. The bonuses alone were worth every single hour Juliet had put in above and beyond her work schedule. But somewhere along the line it had become tedious. The constant backbiting and power games that her colleagues played wore at Juliet’s soul, and she was disheartened by just how cutthroat a business it had become. Having to constantly move from branch to branch had also proved tiring. It had left her constantly trying to make new friends only to be relocated again once she’d settled. Maybe I just never saw it before, but my rose-colored glasses are off now; I’m not happy anymore. She scanned her office, which displayed all the trappings of a successful career. The polished furniture, the framed awards, the fact she could boast a window with a fairly decent view.

  She touched a petal on the orange carnations Monica had given her to brighten up her desk. “Maybe Monica is right. Maybe I need to shake up my cozy little world and try something different.” She caught sight of the laptop resting on the desk. “But I have my proposal to finish. If I do it right I could be in line for the senior manager’s position at the head office. My job would be secure, my future settled.” She ran a hand distractedly through her hair. “Then why is it Monica gets up every day looking forward to work and I feel like I should just stay in bed?” She leaned in to smell the flowers. “I should take her up on her offer of working for her, if only to see what it’s like.” She thought back to when they were in college. Monica had badgered Juliet to join her on her gardening projects. Juliet had been tempted. She loved being outdoors, but her professors had wanted her to use her talent for finance to reap a greater reward for her in the business sector. She regretted not taking the chance and seeing what she could have accomplished with Monica’s help. With a plan in mind, Juliet sat back down and reached for her phone. “I’ll speak to her now before I change my mind. If nothing else, I can enjoy being out in the warm weather.” And maybe it will take my mind off the captivating Trent Williams.

  *

  Trent’s dilemma was in trying to work out what she should wear to a little girl’s birthday party. She sat on the end of her bed, staring into her closet waiting for inspiration to strike.

  “So you still haven’t decided yet?” Elton asked her over the cell phone she had stuck between her shoulder and ear as she pe
rused the rack of clothing.

  “I have absolutely no clue what I should wear.” Trent flung herself backward on the bed. “Is it formal so I should wear a suit, or is it going to be just casual and I could wear my jeans?”

  “Why not just phone Juliet and find out?”

  Trent made a face at the ceiling. “Because I don’t want to call her over something so lame. When a woman gives you her number it’s not for dumb questions.” And I’ve written the same “Sorry I can’t make it” text five times this week and couldn’t work up the guts to send it.

  “So wear whatever you want, then.” Elton’s long-suffering sigh echoed down the receiver.

  Trent let out a groan. “Why am I even going to this thing? It’s not like I know the kid.”

  “Maybe it’s the fact her sister is an absolute stunner with amazing eyes and a chest that—”

  “Elton, you are not helping me here.”

  “Treeent,” Elton deliberately drawled out her name. “You haven’t had a proper date in years.”

  “This isn’t a date. This is a kid’s birthday party. And I don’t date, Elton, because it just gets too complicated.”

  “I know that too, my friend. But you need to experience a warm body close to yours for a while.”

  “I do, occasionally,” Trent grumbled.

  “No, you don’t, Trent. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a woman more than once, and you never even stay the night. You need to spend more quality time with these women. You might find someone worth keeping.”

  Sure, but would she be interested in keeping me? I have never met anyone worth keeping, and certainly no one whose interest kept me wanting to stay around longer than the fumble we go through and then I go home alone. I couldn’t deal with the fallout once they realized I don’t do things like love and happy ever afters. “I do okay. I’m not a nun,” Trent said, all too aware that argument was weak.

  “I know that, but I want you to have someone special. You deserve that. You do so much for others, I’d like someone to take care of you for a change.”

  “You’re asking for the impossible. None of the women I have ever seen have done that.” Trent could hear the bitter tone in her voice and scrubbed at her face. “Just because you’ve found a kindred spirit doesn’t mean that this Juliet is mine.”

  “But you like her.”

  “A little too much, I fear,” Trent said. Fear being the operative word.

  “Does she set your heart all aflutter?”

  Trent smiled at Elton’s affected high voice as he sought to tease her out of her mood. “She makes the whole planet tilt under my feet. Satisfied?” Trent hated to admit it. She just couldn’t control the feelings Juliet stirred in her, and that left her even more terrified.

  There was a moment of silence over the line while Elton digested that. “So what are you going to wear to knock this woman off her feet?”

  Trent put a hand over her eyes. “Why can’t you be gay? It would be so much easier. You could help me pick out something in a flash.”

  “My disappointing sexuality aside for a moment, I would recommend you go with basic black. It always works for me.”

  Trent lifted up off the bed and squinted into her clothing. She spotted exactly what would work. “You’re a good friend.”

  “I know; I’m a total catch. Monica said she and I would swing by the Sullivan home to drop off her present to the kid, so I will see you there. That way, your choice of clothing will pale into insignificance when we enter the room. Monica got us tickets for a screening of Within Temptation’s Black Symphony concert at the local Goth club. Full-sized screens and music from the gods, and Miss Monica by my side. I’m expecting a stellar evening of entertainment.”

  “Maybe you could rescue me, because you know and I know I don’t really do parents.”

  “You’ll do fine, and anyway, if they get too weird staring at your dark beauty than you can just go play on the Wii with Kayleigh. There’s nothing a bit of gaming can’t cure.”

  “Amen to that,” Trent said, finally hanging up the phone. “It’s been my substitute for sex for years now.” She sighed at her pitiful whining tone. She got up to stand before her closet and drew out a pair of black chinos and a button-down black shirt. “Black it is.” She opened up a small box on a table nearby and removed a pair of silver cufflinks shaped like Space Invaders aliens. “But we’ll do black my way.”

  *

  Trent stood on her doorstep enjoying the warm August sunshine. Lazily, she watched the occupants of her street go about their weekend duties. She waved to the ladies across the street when they tried to keep their two dogs from tangling everyone up as they crossed leashes in their excitement to be going for a walk. Trent took note at the picture of domestic bliss the two made. She wondered how they did it without losing themselves in the process. They linked arms as they got their animals under control and set off toward the local park.

  “You look very handsome, my dear. Are you going somewhere?”

  Trent looked over the adjoining fence at her elderly neighbor Mrs. Tweedy.

  “I’ve been invited to a birthday party,” Trent said.

  Mrs. Tweedy’s face lit up. “I was twenty-one at my last birthday, you know.”

  “You’ve got to stop adding years to impress the gentlemen. I was told you were barely a day over nineteen.”

  Mrs. Tweedy chuckled and waved Trent on. “You’re a charmer. It’s about time you got yourself a lady of your own for you to use those charms on. Like the two across the road there. Lovely ladies.” She paused for a moment. “Can never remember their names, though, too many Js that just befuddle this old lady’s mind.”

  “You’re no old lady, Mrs. Tweedy, and you know full well I’m just waiting for you to notice me.”

  Mrs. Tweedy’s eyes widened and then she giggled like a little girl. “You’d never keep up with me, my dear!”

  Trent tried not to look too shocked and tutted at her instead. “You’re a sneaky old lady; that’s for certain. I’ll wheel your garbage can down when I get back tonight, so don’t you dare try to move it yourself, okay?”

  “You’re too good to me, dear. I appreciate your kindness. My arthritis holds me back so much now.”

  “It’s no problem.” A car pulled up. “I think that’s my ride.”

  “Have a nice time, dear.”

  Juliet got out of her car and flashed Trent a brilliant smile at finding her waiting.

  “Hope I haven’t kept you long.”

  “Not at all. I was just passing the time of day with my neighbor and making the most of this fine weather while it lasts. And believe me, seeing you in that dress has just put the day to shame.” She let her gaze run from the top of Juliet’s free-flowing hair, over her curves swathed in a sky blue dress that fell demurely to her knees. High heels afforded her an extra inch so she reached just above Trent’s jawline.

  “You look lovely.” Trent was unable to tear her eyes away from the vision Juliet made. She caught her breath when Juliet reached out to brush at her shirt just above her collarbone.

  “You look incredible too, may I say even formidable in black.”

  “Is it too much for a birthday party?”

  “No, you look just fine, and Kayleigh is going to love your cufflinks, and the fact your tie has the same motif will just make her day. She’s more like you than she will ever be me.”

  Trent held up her own gift-wrapped parcel for Kayleigh. “Can you hide this until Kayleigh has had her gifts from you?”

  “You didn’t have to buy her anything.”

  “I’m not going empty-handed to a birthday party. Not when there’s the promise of cake.” Trent gestured with the gift. “Besides, she had to have this game. It only came out yesterday and it’s brilliant.”

  “You’ve bought yourself a copy?”

  “And played it for most of the night,” she said. “Excellent graphics.”

  Juliet gave her a censorious look. “Games aren’t che
ap, Trent.”

  “No, they’re not, so it’s a good thing it’s her birthday only once this year.” Trent brushed aside any further arguments Juliet was going to voice. “I get a staff discount, so it wasn’t that expensive, okay?” She opened the passenger door to the car. “So are you ready to take me to meet the folks?” She tried desperately not to let her nervousness show.

  “I’ll warn you now, they’ll probably grill you like a suitor. I rarely take a woman home unless it’s Monica. And she’s already told them that as much as she loves me, I’m just not man enough for her.”

  “Maybe you should have told them I’m more Kayleigh’s date than yours.”

  Juliet threw back her head and laughed joyously. “That would so mess with their minds!” Juliet’s eyes were alight with amusement. Trent though she had never looked lovelier. “There’s a part of me tempted to do just that, but I’ll spare them. I’m sure Kayleigh will do her own mind blowing with them as she gets older.” Juliet got into the car still chuckling. “They’re your usual parents. They just want me to settle down with a nice young woman.”

  “I’m not that nice.”

  “That’s good, because I don’t do nice either.” Juliet winked in Trent’s direction and pulled away from the curb.

  *

  Kayleigh’s excitement was palpable when Trent followed Juliet through the front door of her parents’ home.

  “Trent! Did you come for my birthday?” Kayleigh skidded to a halt in front of her. “Wow! You have Space Invaders all over your tie!”

  Juliet gave Trent an “I told you so” look and directed Trent forward to meet her parents. “Mom, Dad, this is Trent Williams.”

  Trent shook their hands politely, silently amused as their eyes widened at her height towering over them both. “Thank you for inviting me.”

  Trent was spared any small talk when Kayleigh piped up. “Can I have the rest of my presents now? I’ve been patiently waiting all day, you know.”