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It was the same argument Matt had used. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because mixing business with personal is never a good thing.”
Paige burst out laughing. “It’s not as if you’re having sex with him!” Laughter was replaced by curiosity. “Are you?”
“No!” But now Paige had mentioned it, Frankie’s brain was crowded with new images. Images of Matt naked, that strong, muscular body intimately entwined with hers. “Of course not. Why would you even ask that?”
“Possibly because your face is scarlet.”
“That’s because I hate talking about sex in public. I don’t think working with Matt is a good idea, that’s all. I should be focusing my attention on Urban Genie.”
“This isn’t like you. I thought you’d want to help.”
“I did help! I made some calls. I plan on making more later.”
“But why not do it yourself? You’re the sort of person who would do anything for your friends.” Paige hesitated. “If it weren’t for Matt, we’d all be living in a shoe box.”
“You’re playing the guilt card?” And it worked, because she knew that if it wasn’t for all these new, unfamiliar feelings she would have helped Matt in an instant. Not only because it was a way of avoiding all the bridal showers they had booked that summer, but because he was a friend and Paige was right. She would always, always help a friend.
“Is this about the whole glasses thing? Has my brother upset you? Is that why you don’t want to help?”
“No.” Heat spread around the back of her neck. “He’s a great guy. Strong, principled, decent—” and insanely hot.
And it was the insanely hot part that was stopping her volunteering to help.
Normally she didn’t have any problems around men. It was simple. She wasn’t interested. But with Matt it was different. With Matt it was—confusing.
Paige touched her arm. “Matt has always looked out for me. He’s always been there for me.”
“I know.” The Walker family loyalty was something she envied. Instead of trying to cause each other maximum stress and embarrassment, they pulled together. It was a family dynamic so far removed from her own experience she barely recognized it.
“It would be good to be able to return the favor for once.”
“Except I’d be the one returning the favor.”
“You’d do the work, but it would have an impact on all of us. We’re a team.” Paige paused. “You and Matt think alike and you have similar taste and style when it comes to all things outdoors. He thinks you’re so talented. After you did the planting for his roof terrace he wouldn’t shut up about how smart you are. And I know you admire his work, too. I would have thought you would jump at the chance to do something together.”
Do something together?
Images danced across her brain and heat spread across her neck. “I’ll think about it.”
Paige studied her. “Are you sure this isn’t about the whole glasses thing? Because—”
“It’s not about the glasses thing.”
It was about the door thing. And the compliment thing. And the chemistry thing.
Mostly, the chemistry thing.
“Has he told you that the client has built financial penalties into the contract so if the job falls behind it costs Matt directly?”
“No. He didn’t mention that.”
Guilt intensified.
Paige was right; she had her apartment and her independence because of Matt.
True, she paid him rent, but it was a friendly rent. And it was stupid to worry about the chemistry and her reaction to him. She needed to learn to handle it.
Brooding, she made her purchases and they walked on through the market.
Towering plants, specialty cut flowers, tropical flowers and dried botanicals crowded the sidewalk on both sides, creating a lush avenue with a sultry feel. Usually it calmed her, but not today.
Paige reached out to touch the leaves of a tropical palm tree. The thicket of greenery blocked out the sound of traffic and for a moment it was possible to forget they were in the middle of the city. “Talking of Urban Genie, we need to discuss the Smyth-Bennett engagement party in a couple of weeks.”
Frankie’s heart sank.
Another engagement party.
“What is there to discuss?”
“They want to change the brief.”
“Isn’t it a bit late for that?”
“They’re the clients.” Paige shrugged. “They want something more romantic. Or rather, the bride-to-be does and the groom-to-be is going along with it.”
“How have we ended up doing so many romantic events?” She stuck her face in a bunch of flowers. “Whatever happened to product launches and corporate functions?”
“We have those booked in, too, but it’s summer and love is in the air.”
“Francesca! Francesca! Is that really you?”
Recognizing her mother’s voice, Frankie shrank back into the nearest store. “Oh crap, no.”
Paige turned. “Stay calm.”
“Why? Can we hide? Is it too late? Why is she here? How did she find me?”
“I don’t think she was looking for you. I’m guessing it’s a chance encounter.”
Frankie moaned. “Party dress?”
Paige peeped around the flowers. “Purple. Sparkly. Short. It’s either a party dress or she’s cheerfully dressed for breakfast. She’s channeling the showgirl look.”
“Kill me now. This place is heaving with people. I know some of them. If she talks to me for more than five seconds I’ll have to move to Seattle.”
“Then we’ll make this quick because I can’t see myself in Seattle. I’d love the coffee, but the climate would kill me.” Paige stepped into the street and Frankie followed her, grabbing her arm.
“Is she on her own?”
“No.”
“Is he younger than us?”
“Hard to tell, but he’s certainly a long way from retirement.” Paige braced her shoulders, the way she did when she handled a difficult client. “Good morning, Mrs. Cole.”
“Paige!” Gina Cole teetered up to them, clutching the arm of a man Frankie guessed to be in his midtwenties. “How many times have I told you to call me Gina? Mrs. Cole makes me sound so old. You’re looking very pale, Paige. I hope you’re not sick again, honey.”
“I’m not sick.” Paige kept her tone civil. “It’s five thirty in the morning and—”
“You need a good foundation. I can recommend one, although personally I like to layer different products and I’m a total fan of strobing. Look at my skin. You wouldn’t guess I haven’t been to sleep yet, would you?” She tugged at the arm of the man next to her. “Have you met Dev? Dev, meet Paige and Frankie. Frankie is—” there was a brief moment of hesitation “—my daughter.”
“No way.” Dev responded with the appropriate amount of disbelief, and Frankie caught Paige’s eye.
Seeing her friend’s amusement made her feel better, until she saw her mother slide her hand over Dev’s butt and squeeze.
“Mom—”
“Have you girls been up all night partying, too?”
“No. We’re working.”
“Well, I guess that explains your appearance. These things matter, Frankie! You don’t want to let yourself go, honey. You are never going to attract a man looking as if you raided a charity store. I could transform you if you’d let me. Underneath that shaggy hair and those baggy clothes—” Gina waved a manicured hand and the bangles on her wrist jangled “—you have the same body shape as me. You could look like me if you tried harder.”
Horrified, Frankie backed away. She’d spent her life trying hard not to look, or be, anything like her mother. “I like the way I am.”
“You could be pretty. Don’t you think she could be pretty, Dev?”
To his credit, Dev had more sense than to answer that.
“It’s good to see you, Mrs. Cole,” Paige intervened, “but I hope you’ll excuse us now. We’re choosing flowers for an event and we’re on a deadline.”
“What event? I found out this week that Star Events laid off a bunch of staff. You lost your job over two months ago and you didn’t even tell me? I’m your mother. I was worried about you.”
Frankie was thrown. Her mother never worried about her. If anything, it was the other way around. “That’s why you’ve been calling so often?”
“Of course. I wanted to tell you you’re better off without them. The hours they made you work. Inhuman. Not getting enough rest is bad for your skin and no one is going to fall in love with you if you’re looking old and ugly. Don’t worry about the money. Dev could give you a loan. He’s in banking.” She snuggled closer to Dev and patted his arm. “Only twenty-nine and already on his way to the top, can you believe that? Right now I’m his favorite way of spending money. Fortunately, he’s nothing like your father. Lord, that man was miserly. I expected him to charge me rent just for sitting on my own sofa. That’s one of the advantages of dating much younger men. They know how to live in the moment. He lives very close to here, by the way.”
Frankie felt the color drain from her cheeks. “My father?”
“No! That man is so lily-livered he hasn’t been in touch since the day he walked out, you know that!” Her laugh was high-pitched. “I’m talking about Dev!”
“You should go, Mom. If you haven’t been to bed yet, you must be tired.”
“I didn’t say we hadn’t been to bed. I said we hadn’t been to sleep.” Gina gave Dev a playful nudge. “This man is an animal I tell you. He exhausts even me, and I have more stamina than most. That’s another reason I love younger men. You have no idea how many times he can—”
“Mom!” Frankie barked out the word, mortified. Heads around her turned in curiosity and she was transported back to her teenage years when it had felt as if everyone was staring at her. “We don’t need details.”
She’d grown up with details. They were scarred into her brain.
Would she have had fewer issues if her mother hadn’t been so free with the details?
“How I ever raised such a prude I will never know. You need to loosen up. People say it’s impossible to meet a man in Manhattan, but I say they’re looking in the wrong place.”
“Mom—”
“Use it or lose it. Who was it who said that? I can’t remember.” Gina Cole frowned, until she remembered that frowning was bad for her and quickly smoothed her forehead with her fingers. “If you need money or a place to stay—”
“I don’t. I make my own money and I have my own place.”
And she had her own issues, personal to her.
Thanks, Mom.
“Of course you do! Owned by Paige’s handsome brother.” Gina winked and stepped closer to Frankie. “Now that’s a man with brains, looks and money. Matt is that irresistible combination of smart and sexy. I read a feature on him the other day. He was wearing a tool belt and making a seat out of a log. Those abs. I swear I—”
“Please, Mom!”
“Please what? Oh, don’t worry about Dev. He’s not the jealous type.”
Shame spread over her like a rash, not least because she’d had the same thoughts herself and the idea of having anything in common with her mother was horrifying. And mingled in with the shame was anger that her mother could contaminate a relationship that was precious to her. What if she said something similar to Matt? Frankie would die. It had been the same growing up. The embarrassment and shame had clung to her like a cloak, visible to everyone who looked. Like mother, like daughter.
“We have to go. We’re working.”
“So you got another job?”
“That’s right. And I need to do it right now. Have a good day, Mom.” Frankie started to walk away, nausea churning in her stomach.
“Wait! When are you going to invite us around? We’re family, Frankie.”
Frankie paused, wishing the burning in her gut would ease and trying not to imagine the horror of her mother bumping into Matt. What if she said something embarrassing? Or worse. What if she flirted?
This was the reality of family and it wasn’t the cozy, comforting thing Eva fantasized about. It was like opening a bag expecting to find sugar, only to discover that someone had substituted salt.
“I have a lot going on right now.”
“It’s been ages. And how is dear, sweet Eva? Still missing her grandmother? We should go out together one night. All the girls together. It would be fun. Call me to arrange it and for goodness’ sake throw away those hideous glasses and get yourself contacts. No man is going to want to sleep with you in those. See you soon!” She walked away and Frankie sagged against the wall.
“What is wrong with her? She invented inappropriate. I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”
“What are you sorry for?”
“All of it. For her tactless remarks about your health, for spouting the lurid details of her sex life around the flower market and for saying those things about Matt. I want to die, but then she’d take charge of my body and do something unspeakable with it.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” Paige slid her arm through her friend’s. “You’re not responsible for your mother.”
