Lucky had never noticed her. No man would when Beth was the epitome of femininity, with males always eyeing her appreciatively. With Willa, unless they needed her skills as a baker, she was avoided. She would never forget when she was in the grocery store and had passed a man she had made several cakes for. She had smiled at him and had been about to greet him when he had turned around in the aisle and pushed his buggy away as fast as possible.
“I’ll get changed. I’ll be right back.” Willa excused herself, actually glad to get away from him long enough to gather her thoughts.
As she changed, she worded her thoughts carefully. She had the tendency to lose track when he gave her attention, and she hoped her mental practice would make her seem more composed.
She turned white when she saw herself in her mirror. Lucky must have been horrified when she had opened the door. Her brown hair was in a tangled ponytail, her blue blouse had splashes of spaghetti sauce that she had fixed for lunch, and she also noticed the faint odor of garlic clinging to her.
No one in their right mind would believe the sophisticated man sitting downstairs was engaged to her. She showered as fast as she could, nearly slipping when she stepped out of the shower and then almost electrocuting herself when she blow-dried her hair at the same time as brushing her teeth.
She brushed on some mascara before pulling on the blue dress Lucky had mentioned, sliding on the matching shoes before bracing herself to face the mirror again. She sat down on the edge of the bed, nearly in tears. Just once, she wanted to see herself in the mirror and like what she saw.
She would have to change; the dress was even tighter than she remembered. It was her own damn fault. Had she really needed spaghetti for lunch? She had intended to stick to her salad, but the mouthwatering aromas had broken her determination. She had the determination of a rabbit needing to use birth control.
As she reached to take the dress off, she heard the doorbell, heralding that she was out of time. Putting on an unconcerned look, she left her bedroom.
Lucky had let Flora in, and they were sitting next to each other on the couch. He was handing her a thick envelope.
“This should provide you with enough adequate references,” Lucky was stating.
Flora, who usually had a perpetually sour expression when dealing with her, was giving Lucky a gracious smile and fluttering her mascara-caked eyelashes at him.
Willa walked by the couch, intending to take the lone armchair, but Lucky reached out, tugging her down beside him. She jumped when he placed his hand familiarly on her thigh, his fingers tightening in silent warning.
“How long have you been seeing each other?”
Willa stared at Lucky out of the corner of her eye, not knowing how to answer Flora’s question.
“We’ve been seeing each other off and on again.” Technically, he didn’t lie.
It went against everything she believed in to deceive the woman, but the mental picture of the girls being taken by the Wests soothed her guilty conscience.
“I see.” Flora tore open the envelope, pulling out a sheath of papers. “You must be very understanding, Willa. I’ve seen you”—she pointed to Lucky—“around town with several women.”
Willa had known deep down that there was no way anyone would believe there was a relationship between her and Lucky.
“I don’t deny it wasn’t love at first sight. I’m afraid I have a lot of work ahead of me to convince Willa that I’m going to make her a good husband. She’s a special woman, that I will have to prove to both Willa and God that I am worthy of being her partner.”
Willa kept a smile pasted to her lips despite the astonishment she was feeling at Lucky placing himself as the one who wasn’t good enough for her.
Flora read through the papers, her face paling before she refolded them and placed them back in the envelope. “I’ll give these to my supervisor, but I don’t anticipate any problem with the outstanding personal references you’ve given. I apologize if I offended you, Willa. Congratulations on your engagement. I hope I’ll be invited to the wedding?”
This time, Willa wasn’t able to keep her jaw from dropping at Flora’s about-face.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead—” Willa began.
“It’s going to be a private ceremony, but we’d be very happy if you attended the reception we’ll be having at the church,” Lucky cut her off. Standing up, he gave Flora one of his handsome smiles that had Flora blushing as she gained her feet. “I’ll make sure you receive an invitation.”
“Now I have two things to look forward to: you returning to the church and a wedding.”
Willa went to the door, practically wanting to beg the woman to stay. She didn’t want to be left alone with Lucky. She knew they needed to discuss how to get out of this mess, but she could offer to meet him at the diner or King’s where other people were around to buffer his affect on her.
Willa stood, staring at the closed door, listening to Lucky walk back into the living room.
“I believe she’s gone.”
Lucky’s amused voice gave Willa the courage to turn around.
“How are we going to get out of this? We’re both going to go to jail for fraud.”
“We’re not going to jail,” Lucky reassured her.
“People go to jail for committing fraud.”