Summer Days (Fool's Gold #7)

His expression turned serious. “No. I like her. This is different.”


She stared at his familiar face and wondered if she was strong enough to shake some sense into him. “There’s no way you’re going to get me to believe this would be more than a fling. All my life you’ve told me that love is only for the foolish and weak-minded. That if I felt myself falling in love, I should run in the other direction.”

“I know, I know.” He held up both hands. “You’ve got me dead to rights on that one. But I’m getting older, Heidi. Even I have to admit that. And growing old alone is starting to feel like an unnecessary mistake. What if there’s something to this ‘till death do you part’ thing—with the right woman.”

Heidi shook her head. “No. You don’t get to suddenly announce everything you believed in was wrong.”

“Why not? People once thought the world was flat. That’s not true. Like I said, maybe I was wrong. And May’s not like any other woman I’ve met. I can’t ignore that.”

Heidi covered her face in her hands. “Don’t do this to me.”

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You’re a good girl, Heidi. I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Glen. I love you, too.”

“Then have a little faith.”

* * *

“MARGARITA WITH AN EXTRA shot,” Heidi said.

Jo, the owner and main bartender at Jo’s Bar, raised both eyebrows. “You’re not an extra shot kind of girl.”

“I am tonight.”

“You driving?”

Some people would find the question annoying or presumptuous. Heidi loved it. The concern, the meddling, were all vintage Fool’s Gold and only one of many reasons she and her grandfather had wanted to settle here.

“Glen dropped me off,” Heidi said. “He’ll be picking me up when I call.”

“Okay, then. An extra shot it is.”

Jo left. A few minutes later, Annabelle and Charlie walked in together. They scanned the place, saw Heidi had already claimed a booth and hurried toward her.

“You won’t believe the rumors,” Annabelle said, sliding in first. “Did the judge really order you to sleep with Rafe Stryker?”

Heidi choked. “No. Of course not.”

“Too bad,” the petite, redheaded librarian said with a sigh. “I saw him yesterday. He’s delicious.”

“Is that really the rumor? The sleeping part,” Heidi added. “Not him being delicious.”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “No. Annabelle, I swear, you need a man. You’re getting desperate.”

“Tell me about it. I promised myself that I was done with relationships. The good guys never fall for me. I just didn’t think the sex thing through. Do you think the judge would order Rafe to have sex with me?” She brushed her long, wavy hair out of her face and turned to Charlie. “You know everyone in town. Could you ask her?”

Charlie groaned. “You probably shouldn’t have alcohol tonight. Lord knows what you’d do.”

“I’m a librarian,” Annabelle said with a sniff. “Haven’t you heard? We’re very prim.”

“I think that’s a story put out by the librarian council to distract people from the truth,” Charlie muttered. “You’re all a little wilder than you want people to know.”

Heidi chuckled. This was exactly what she needed. Time with her friends. People who cared about her and made her laugh. The perfect combination.

Nevada Janack joined them. “Am I late? Tucker’s in China, and we were talking and I lost track of time.”

“Spare me the annoyance of those who are in love,” Charlie said.

Heidi shifted to make room and Nevada slid in next to her.

“I won’t apologize for having the perfect husband,” she said, her eyes dancing with humor. “But I am sympathetic toward you for not having Tucker.”

“Too bad there’s only one of him,” Annabelle said with a sigh. “Or Rafe.”

Nevada turned to Heidi. “I’ve been hearing rumors.”

Jo returned to the table. “Margaritas all around? I’ll warn you, Heidi wants hers with an extra shot.”

Heidi held up both hands. “In a few minutes you’ll all know what’s been going on, and then you’ll be sympathetic.”

“Okay,” Charlie said. “I can’t wait for details. Margarita for me, no extra shot.”

The others agreed. They ordered their usual food—chips, salsa and guacamole, and a couple of plates of nachos. Not exactly nutritious, Heidi thought, her stomach growling, but still extra-right for the occasion.