Part 13 (1/2)

She didn't even blink. ”Just Emma,” she said. ”I have no t.i.tle, merely an honorific, as everyone here very well knows.”

Torie gave her a tolerant look. ”Let's put it this way. If my daddy was the fifth Earl of Woodbourne like yours was, I'd sure as h.e.l.l call myself Lady.”

”As you've made abundantly clear.” She turned her attention back to Meg. ”I understand Mr. Skipjack has taken an interest in you. May I ask if you intend to use that against us?”

”Oh, so tempting,” Meg said.

Ted stepped out on the patio along with Spence and Sunny. He wore a boring pair of tan shorts and an equally boring white T-s.h.i.+rt with a Chamber of Commerce logo over the breast. Predictably, a shaft of sunlight chose that moment to cut through the trees and spill all over him so it looked as though he'd stepped into a string of twinkle lights. He should be embarra.s.sed.

Haley took her job as his personal a.s.sistant seriously. She abandoned the elderly man reaching for one of the buffalo wings on her tray and rushed to Ted's side to serve him.

”Oh, dear,” Emma said. ”Ted's here. I'd better go out to the pool and check on the children.”

”Shelby's got three lifeguards on duty,” Torie said. ”You don't want to face him.”

Emma sniffed. ”The contest to spend a weekend with Ted was entirely Shelby's idea, but you know he'll blame me.”

”You are president of the Friends of the Library.”

”And I planned to talk to him first. Believe me, I had no idea they'd get the flyers out so quickly.”

”I hear the bidding's already up to three thousand dollars,” Torie said.

”Three thousand four hundred,” Emma replied, a little dazed. ”More than we could make in a dozen bake sales. And Kayla had trouble with the Web site last night or the bidding might have gone higher.”

Torie wrinkled her nose. ”Probably best not to mention the Web site to Ted. It's a sore spot.”

Emma pulled a very full bottom lip between her teeth, then released it. ”We all take such advantage of him.”

”He doesn't mind.”

”He does mind,” Meg said. ”I don't know why he puts up with all of you.”

Torie waved her off. ”You're an outsider. You have to live around here to understand.” She gazed across the patio toward Sunny Skipjack, cool and s.e.xy in white slacks and a powder blue tunic with a keyhole neckline that displayed an enticing amount of cleavage. ”She sure is giving Ted the works. Look at that. She's rubbing her b.o.o.b against his arm.”

”He seems to be enjoying it,” Emma said.

Was he? With Ted, who could tell? Only thirty-two years old, and he was carrying not only the weight of Sunny Skipjack's breast on his arm but also the burden of the entire town.

He surveyed the crowd and almost immediately found Meg. She felt her own internal twinkle lights begin to flash.

Torie lifted her long hair off her neck. ”You got yourself a bit of a dilemma, Meg. Spence is champing at the bit to get his hands on you. At the same time, his daughter has your love object in her high beams. Tough situation.” And then, in case Emma had missed the point, ”Meg told Spence she's in love with Teddy.”

”Who isn't?” Emma's smooth brow furrowed. ”I'd better go talk to him.”

But Ted had already turned the Skipjacks over to Shelby Traveler so he could make a beeline for Kenny's wife. First, however, he took in Meg with a slow shake of his head.

”What?” she said.

He regarded Torie and Emma. ”Is anybody going to tell her?”

Torie flipped her hair. ”Not me.”

”Nor I,” Emma said.

Ted shrugged and before Meg could ask what he was talking about, he'd pinned her with his tiger eyes. ”Spence wants to see you, and you'd better cooperate. Smile at him and ask him questions about his plumbing empire. He's real big on his new Cleaner You toilet.” As Meg arched an eyebrow at him, he spun on Emma. ”As for you ...”

”I know. I'm dreadfully sorry. Really. I fully intended to talk to you first about the contest.”

Torie jabbed him in the shoulder with one manicured fingernail. ”Don't you dare complain. The bidding's already up to thirty-four hundred dollars. Not having children yourself, you can't imagine how much the library means to the sweet little babies in our town who are crying themselves to sleep every night because they don't have any new books.”

He wasn't biting. ”Your expenses will eat up every penny of that thirty-four hundred. Did anybody factor that in?”

”Oh, we have the expenses all worked out,” Emma said. ”One of Kenny's friends has volunteered his private jet, which takes care of airfare to San Francisco. And your mother's connections will get us great hotel and restaurant discounts. Once we tell her we need them, of course.”

”I wouldn't bet on her help.”

”On the contrary. She'll like the idea very much ... after I point out how brilliantly this contest has taken your mind off your recent ...”

As Emma searched for the right word, Meg jumped in to help her out. ”National humiliation? Public debas.e.m.e.nt? Looking like a weenie?”

”That's uncalled for,” Torie protested. ”Considering you were responsible.”

”I'm not the one who dumped his sorry a.s.s,” Meg said. ”Why can't you people get that through your thick heads?”

She waited for the inevitable retort. That everything had been fine until she'd come along. That she'd taken cruel advantage of Lucy's bridal nerves. That she'd been jealous and wanted Ted for herself. Instead, he waved her off and focused on Emma. ”You should have known better than to go along with this harebrained contest.”

”Stop looking at me like that. You know how wretched it makes me feel when you frown. Blame Shelby.” Emma glanced around the patio for her mother-in-law. ”Who seems to have disappeared. Coward.”

Torie poked him in the ribs. ”Uh-oh ... Your newest conquest is headed this way. With her father.”

Meg could swear she saw Ted frown, except all she actually saw him do was curl his mouth into one of his boringly predictable smiles. But before the Skipjacks could get to him, a shriek cut through the party noise.

”Oh my G.o.d!”

Everyone stopped talking and turned to locate the source of the noise. Kayla was staring at the small screen of her metallic red smartphone while Zoey stood on tiptoe to peer over her shoulder. A tendril of hair tumbled from her casually arranged updo as she lifted her head. ”Somebody just raised the last bid by a thousand dollars!”

Sunny Skipjack's crimson lips curved in a satisfied smile, and Meg saw her slip her own phone into the pocket of her tunic.

”Dang,” Torie grumbled. ”Topping that is going to put a serious dent in my discretionary income.”

”Daddy!” With a cry of distress, Kayla left Zoey behind as she dashed through the crowd to her father. Just that morning, Meg had served Bruce Garvin an orange soda and received zero tip in exchange. Kayla grabbed his arm and engaged him in a furious conversation.

Ted's lazy smile wobbled.

”Look on the bright side,” Meg whispered. ”The dear little babies of Wynette are that much closer to curling up with the new John Grisham.”