A Sticky Situation
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“…Ted?”
What? Was Fawn asking him something? Ted tore his attention away from the tiny redhead sitting across from him. “Huh?”
There was that fleeting hard look in his friend’s eyes again. “My shirt, do you like it?” The blonde pulled at the tan fabric.
Personally, Ted thought it was a little too tight, especially around the chest area, but he gave the safe answer. “Very nice.”
That seemed to satisfy her and she smiled. Nancy, for some reason, was glaring at him. Again. Ted tugged at his collar. The evening wasn’t going well.
That silent hulkster with his shoulder rubbing up against Nancy’s wasn’t helping. “How are the ribs, Patrick?”
Ted got a grunt in return. The extent of the big man’s conversation skills tonight. Leaving him virtually alone with the two women.
The two crazy women.
Fawn, Fawn was acting funny. Even more touchy feely than usual. Like she was flirting with him. A ridiculous thought as they had been friends forever.
Ridiculous or not, Ted knew how it looked to Nancy. Not that his friend seemed to care.
“The fabric’s soft. Feel it.” Fawn slid over to his side of the booth, until their thighs touched, holding out her arm.
Darn it, Ted wanted to move away but there was nowhere to go. He was already squished up against the wall. Nancy’s blue eyes had narrowed. Ted tugged at his collar again.
“Patrick, feel the shirt.” Ted ground out.
Fawn’s date held up BBQ covered fingers. Useless.
How was he getting out of this one? If he didn’t feel Fawn’s sleeve, his friend would be insulted. If he did, Nancy would be ticked at him. Of the two… surely Fawn would understand?
“Fancy Nancy.” A squeal dang near burst Ted’s eardrums. The most beautiful sound he had ever heard.
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Read more about a much older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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