Bed of Roses (13 page)

“But . . .” Baffled, almost weak with it, Emma dropped her arms to her side. “But when he first started coming home with Del, for vacations and holidays during college, the two of you . . .”

“Flirted. Period. Start and stop. We never hit the sheets, or the floor, or the wall, or any other surface together in any way approaching nakedness. Clear?”

“I always thought . . .”

Mac quirked her eyebrows. “You could’ve asked.”

“No, because,
damn
it, I wanted to flirt with him, and you already were, so I couldn’t, and I thought what I thought. And then when it was obvious you were just friends again, the rule went into effect. I thought.”

“You’ve had a thing for Jack, all this time?”

“On and off. I channeled it into other areas, or restrained it, due to the rule. But recently it’s gotten more problematic, the channeling and the restraining. God.” Emma slapped her hands over her face. “I’m an idiot.”

“You slut.” Face stern, Mac folded her arms over her chest. “You almost had sex with a man I never had sex with. What kind of friend are you?”

Emma hung her head as her lips twitched. “I said I was sorry.”

“I may forgive you, but only after you tell me all—coherently and in minute detail.” Grabbing Emma’s arm, Mac jogged the rest of the way to the house. “Which means after coffee, which means after workout.”

“We could skip the workout and go straight to coffee.”

“No, I’m pumped to pump.” Mac led the way through the side door of the main house and toward the stairs. When they reached the third floor, Laurel and Parker came out of the gym. “Em kissed Jack and they almost had sex.”

“What?” Two voices spoke in unison.

“I can’t talk about it now. I haven’t had coffee. I can’t talk about it until I do, and unless there are pancakes.” Snarling with dislike, Emma stalked to the elliptical.

“Pancakes. I’ll tell Mrs. G.” Laurel dashed away.

“Jack? Jack Cooke?” Parker said.

Mac flexed her arms and headed to the Bowflex. “That’s what I said.”

 

 

 

W
HEN THEY SAT IN THE BREAKFAST NOOK, AND EMMA CLUTCHED her first cup of coffee, Mac raised a hand. “Let me tell the first part, because it’ll be faster and you’ll still have your normal complement of brain cells at the end. So, Emma had the hots for Jack, but thought Jack and I had a thing, including sex, in the way back, so sticking to the No-Ex Rule, she suffered in silence.”

“I didn’t suffer.”

“I’m telling this part. Then during the MBB’s reception, Jack did the ‘oh, you’re so stressed, let me rub your shoulders,’ then laid a big wet one on her. Then Parker beeped her.”

“That’s what was wrong with you. Thanks, Mrs. G.” Parker smiled at Mrs. Grady and took one of the pancakes from the platter the housekeeper set on the table.

“So last night, after waiting over a week, she went by his place to give him the what-for. One thing led to another, and they ended up rolling around on the floor naked.”

“Half. It wasn’t even half naked. It was maybe a quarter naked,” Emma calculated. “At the most.”

“This morning she apologized to me for nearly having sex with my imaginary ex.”

“As well she should,” Mrs. Grady put in. “No friend poaches another friend’s man, even if she’s kicked him to the curb.”

“It just sort of happened,” Emma began and hunched under Mrs. Grady’s cool stare. “I said I was sorry, and I stopped before we actually . . .”

“That’s because you’re a good girl with an honest heart. Eat some of that fruit now. It’s fresh. Sex is better when you’re eating healthy.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Emma stabbed a little chunk of pineapple.

“I don’t get why you ever thought Mac had been sleeping with Jack in the first place.” Laurel dumped syrup on her pancakes. “If she had, she’d have bragged about it and talked about it until we all wanted her dead.”

“No, I wouldn’t.”

“In the way back you would have.”

Mac considered. “Yes, that’s true. In the way back I would have. I’ve evolved.”

“How hot are the hots?” Parker wanted to know.

“Extremely. He hit high prior to the back stairs. After, he set a record.”

Nodding, Parker ate. “He’s an exceptional kisser.”

“He really is. He . . . How do you know?” When Parker just smiled, Emma’s jaw dropped. “
You?
You and Jack? When? How?”

“I think it’s disgusting,” Mac muttered. “Yet another best pal moving on my imaginary ex.”

“Two kisses, my first year at Yale, after we ran into each other at a party and he walked me back to the dorm. It was nice. Very nice. But as exceptional a kisser as he is, it was too much like kissing my brother. And as exceptional a kisser as I am, I believe he felt it was too much like kissing his sister. And that’s how we left it. I gather that wasn’t an issue for you and Jack.”

“We’re nowhere in the vicinity of brother- or sisterhood. Why didn’t you ever tell us you kissed Jack?”

“I didn’t realize we were supposed to report on every man we’ve ever kissed. But I could make a list.”

Emma laughed. “I bet you could. Laurel? Any Jack incidents to report?”

“I’m feeling very annoyed and deprived that I have none. Even imaginary. It seems like he could’ve hit on me at least once in all this time. The bastard. How about you, Mrs. G?”

“A very nice one under the mistletoe a few Christmases back. But being the love them and leave them type, I let him off easy so as not to break his heart.”

“I’d say Em plans to take him down, and take him down hard.” Mac arched her eyebrows. “And that he doesn’t have a prayer against the awesome power of Emmaline.”

“I don’t know. I need to think. It’s complicated. He’s a friend. Our friend. And he’s Del’s best friend. Del’s your brother,” she said to Parker, “and the next thing to a brother to the rest of us. And we’re all friends,
and
business partners. Del’s our lawyer, and Jack helps out when we need him. Plus he’s designing the remodeling. We have all these connections, and they’re all tangled up.”

“And nothing tangles up the tangles like sex,” Mac put in.

“Exactly. What if we end up having this thing, then the thing goes south. Then we’re awkward with each other, and that makes the rest of us awkward with the rest of us. We have a kind of balance, don’t we? Sex isn’t worth upsetting the balance.”

“You wouldn’t be doing it right then,” Mrs. Grady commented, and shook her head. “Youth thinks too damn much. I’m going to start the wash.”

Emma sulked over her pancakes. “She thinks I’m being an idiot, but I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Then set the ground rules going in. What you each expect from each other, and how you’ll handle any complications.”

“What kind of ground rules?”

Parker shrugged. “That’s for you to decide, Em.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

A
T HER WORKTABLE WITH A SOOTHING NEW AGE MIX IN THE background, Emma processed a delivery. For the midweek, off-site bridal shower, she’d opted for fun and female. The gerbera daisies were just the ticket.

Visualizing the finished arrangement, she cut the lower inch of the stems under water. Fresh and pretty, she thought as she transferred the daisies to her solution of water, flower food, and preservatives.

She carried the first batch to the cooler for rehydrating. As she started on the next batch, she heard Parker call out to her.

“Back here!”

Parker came in, took a look at the flowers, foliage, buckets, tools. “McNickey bridal shower?”

“Yes. Just look at the color of these gerberas. From soft to vibrant. They’re going to be perfect.”

“What are you doing with them?”

“For the centerpiece, a trio of topiaries in pots I’m covering with lemon leaf. I’ll work in some waxflower and acacia, add some sheer ribbon. The client wants a couple others, a more elaborate arrangement for her entry table, another with candles to put in her fireplace, and something delicate, fragrant, and pretty for the powder room. I need to get them all processed before my eleven o’clock consult. It’s moving along.”

“Festive and female.” Parker scanned the work space. “I know you’ve got a pretty full slate. Can you squeeze another off-site event in?”

“When?”

“Next Thursday. I know,” she said as Emma slid over a cool stare. “The potential client called the main number, and since I knew you were elbow deep in a delivery I didn’t transfer it. She was at the Folk-Harrigan wedding. Tells me she just couldn’t get over the flowers—which is another score for us over MBB.”

“You’re using that to seduce me.”

“Yes, I am. She’d planned to just go buy some cut flowers and do some vases, but now that she’s seen your work, she’s obsessed. She can’t get over how beautiful they were.”

“Stop it.”

“How gorgeous and creative and perfect.”

“Damn you, Parker.”

“She can’t sleep or eat or function in any normal fashion now that she’s seen what can be done with flowers.”

“I hate you. What kind of event, and how much is she after?”

Parker’s smile managed to be both smug and sympathetic. Emma considered it a major skill.

“A baby shower, and it sounds similar to what you’re doing here. Except for the fireplace arrangement. Very girly—the baby’s a girl—so she’s looking for a lot of pink. But told me she’d trust your judgment.”

“It’s cutting it close. I have to see what my wholesaler can do. And I’d have to take a look at next week.”

“I already did. Your Monday’s solid, but you have a block Tuesday afternoon. You start designing Wednesday for Friday’s event, Thursday for Saturday’s. You’ve got Tink coming in to help those two days, so is it realistic the two of you could add this in? It’s her daughter-in-law,” Parker added. “And her first grandchild.”

Emma sighed. “You knew that would do it.”

“Yes, I did.” She patted Emma’s shoulder, unrepentant. “If you need it, you can call in Tiffany or Beach.”

“Tink and I can handle it.” Emma carried the next batch to the cooler, then came back to finish. “I’ll call the client as soon as I’m done here, make sure we understand what she’s after. Then I’ll make sure I can get it.”

“I put her name and number on your desk.”

“Of course you did. It’s going to cost you.”

“What’s your price?”

“The garage called. My car’s finished, but I can’t get in to pick it up today. And tomorrow’s nearly as full.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“Knew you would.” Looking at what crowded her plate, Emma rubbed the back of her neck. “The hour you save me can go toward the expectant grandma.”

“I’ll get back to her, take her off her tenterhooks, and let her know you’ll be in touch. And speaking of touch, have you talked to Jack?”

“No. I’m in the mulling and musing stage. If I talked to him I’d start thinking how much I’d like to jump him or be jumped by him. Which, of course, since I brought it up, I’m thinking about right now.”

“Should I give you a moment of privacy?”

“Very funny. I told him we needed to stop and think, so I’m stopping and thinking.” Her brow creased and she made her voice prim. “Sex isn’t everything.”

“Since you have more of it—and offers for more of it—than I do, I’ll bow to your superior knowledge.”

“That’s because I’m not intimidating.” She flicked Parker a glance. “I didn’t mean that as an insult.”

“I don’t mind being intimidating. It saves time. Which,” she added with a look at her watch, “I have to consider now. I’m meeting a bride in town. Mac’s got a delivery to make. I’ll run and catch her before she goes, have her drop me off at the garage. I should be back by four. Don’t forget we have an evening consult tonight. Six thirty.”

“I’ve got it on my appointment book.”

“I’ll see you then. Thanks, Emma. Really,” Parker added as she hurried out again.

Alone, Emma cleaned off her work area before reaching for the Neosporin she used like other women used hand cream. With her latest nicks and scratches tended, she set up for her consult.

Satisfied with the selection of arrangements, photo albums, and magazines, she called the number Parker had left her—and made a grandmother-to-be very happy. As they spoke she took notes, made calculations on the number of baby roses, mini calla lilies. Pink for the roses, white for the callas. More calculations as she designed the larger arrangement in her head. Eggplant callas, Bianca roses, pink spray roses.

Sweet, female, but with elegant touches—if she read the client correctly. She added to her notes, jotted down the time and place for delivery, and promised the client an e-mail contract and itemization by midafternoon.

Gauging the time, she put in a hurried call to her wholesaler, then popped up to peel off her work clothes and suit up.

While she freshened her makeup, she wondered if Jack was musing and mulling.