Jessica Hart - Here Comes The Bride

Reese stopped talking because it had just dawned on her she’d been babbling on enthusiastically for the last couple of minutes. Alex couldn’t have gotten a word in if he’d wanted to. A smile lurked around his lips. She felt like an idiot.

“Sorry, Alex. I got carried away. When you asked for my opinion, you didn’t know you were going to be treated to a full-blown lecture.”

His hand reached across the table to cover hers. He squeezed gently before letting it go again, but the warmth of his touch remained.

“After playing opposite the timid Carly, who was always fearful of letting herself go, it’s refreshing to be with Reese Bringhurst, whose zest for life is contagious. Your instinctive response was exactly what I needed to hear. I happen to agree with you about everything you said.”

“I’m glad. What you’re going to achieve here will automatically guarantee you success.”

His white smile turned her heart over. “A majority of two. That’s all I’ve been waiting for to go full speed ahead with the rest of my plans. Come on.” He got up from the table and came around to help her. “Let’s make use of the rest of this day and find me a landscape artist.”

He took the looseleaf binder from the table and tucked it under his free arm. “After we’re through with our business, I’ll take you to dinner as my way of saying thank you for your input.

“I know a place near the Santa Monica Pier that fixes the best mahimahi you ever tasted. I remember how much you and Lilian liked it when the cast ate at that seafood restaurant in Laguna.”

Alex kept astonishing her with what he knew and remembered about her and her aunt. For him to go to this much trouble to help her get through this difficult day, he truly must have felt indebted to Lilian.

But since Alex was in love with someone else, Reese decided that their going out to dinner together was the wrong thing to do for everyone concerned.

“If you really want to pay me back, I can think of a better way to do it.”

She felt his body tauten. “Name it.”

“Why don’t you bring your girlfriend to my condo this evening and cook us a real Greek meal? Not only do I want to test out your chef skills, I’d like to meet the woman who captured the heart of the man behind Fabio Andretti’s persona.”

There-now he would know Reese wasn’t living in some fantasy world where he was attainable.

His eyes seemed to glitter for a moment. “You’d really like to meet her?”

“Of course. More important, I would imagine she would like to meet me. At least I would if I were in her shoes.”

“She’s never said.”

“Maybe not, but it couldn’t have been easy to watch you kissing me all these months.”

“She doesn’t watch soaps.”

“I wouldn’t either if the man I loved were acting in one. I could forgive it because it was the career he’d chosen. But I couldn’t forgive him for going out to dinner alone with his romantic costar. Not even if he felt obliged to be nice to her because of Lilian Jaynes’s kindness to him.”

His chest heaved. “You’re an exceptional woman, Reese. Are you acquainted with authentic Greek cuisine?”

“No. Only fast food gyros. What about your girlfriend?”

“Her experience has been the same as yours.”

Reese was stunned. “You haven’t cooked for her yet?”

“I’ve been waiting for her to ask me.”

“But you’re a chef!”

“There’s an expression in English. A prophet is without nobility in his own country.”

“You mean ‘honor.’”

“Thank you. That’s the word. I still make a lot of mistakes.”

“Your English is remarkable. Did you study it in school?”

“Twelve years. My grandparents insisted.”

She bit her lip before looking at him. “Has it hurt your feelings that your girlfriend hasn’t shown an interest in your cooking?”

He hunched his broad shoulders. “We’ve had more important things on our minds than food.”

“But it’s what you do! It’s part of who you are!” she cried as he helped her across the courtyard into the truck.

“I’m touched that you care.” He placed the looseleaf binder between them.

“Of course I care! We’ve put in full days together at the studio on a weekly basis for the past year. I’ve spent more time with you than any boyfriends who’ve come and gone from my life.”

“Have there been many?”

“A few, but naturally you’re important to me in a completely different way. I can’t wait to taste your grandmother’s cooking.”

Her comments seemed to make him happy. “In that case, I can promise the three of us a real treat.”

The three of us.

You’ve done it now, Reese.

But meeting the woman he loved was the only way to cure her illness. In war time you cauterized a wound to prevent death and infection on the battlefield.

That was what she had to do. Walk through the fire tonight so she’d be able to survive the rest of her life.

TWO hours later they left the office of an established landscape artist in Malibu who promised to have some renditions of Alex’s ideas completed in a few days.

Unfortunately Reese would never see the drawings. In order to put Alex in the past where he belonged, she couldn’t afford to do anything that reminded her of him. Under no circumstances would she drive by his restaurant months from now to see the finished product. It would hurt too much.

“Hungry?” he asked as they passed a drive-in.

“I’m starving. I’m sure you are, too. But this is like Thanksgiving for me. I want to be ready to enjoy my first real Greek meal to the fullest, so I’m not going to do anything to take the edge off my appetite.”

His dark eyes gleamed. “Then we’ll hurry and buy our groceries. On the way to your condo we’ll pick up a rental car for you.”

“That’s right! I forgot all about it. Thank you for reminding me.”

“You’re welcome.”

In relatively little time they pulled into the parking lot of a Greek market in Burbank. By now it was five o’clock. Once again he came around and helped her down. It seemed automatic for him to cup her elbow as he guided her into the neighborhood grocery store.

An auburn-haired woman at the cheese counter called out greetings to them. Alex answered in Greek and a short conversation in his native language ensued. The clerk nodded several times.

“She’s going to wrap up some lamb chops and feta cheese I need while we pick out items for our salad and dessert.”

Reese watched in fascination as he chose his produce with infinite care, explaining as he went that only the best kos and romaine lettuce would do. Kalamata black olives were a must, and fresh dill.

In the fruit section he picked out the finest figs. From there they walked over to the dairy products. He reached for cream. In another area of the store he put several scoops of fresh walnuts and peanuts in a sack.

They left the checkout counter with their arms full of groceries. He put the sacks in the built-in toolbox behind the cab of his truck and they took off for the closest car rental place.

“I’ll follow you back to your condo.”

She paused before getting out of the truck. “What about your girlfriend? Aren’t you going to pick her up first?”

“It’s more important to get our meal started. At some point she’ll join us.”

“All right,” she said in a quiet voice. “I’ll hurry.”

It was a good thing Reese had been so upset last night. In the hope of working off enough excess energy to fall asleep, she’d given the condo a thorough cleaning. Little had she realized she would be entertaining Alex and his intended tonight.

Never had she missed her aunt’s presence more. Lilian would have helped Reese get through the coming evening’s agonizing experience with grace.

If she had one thing to be grateful for, her aunt’s kitchen was well equipped. They’d both enjoyed cooking, so Alex shouldn’t have too much trouble finding the things he needed to prepare their dinner.

Since it was near closing time, the rental place didn’t have a lot of cars for her to choose from. She ended up with a compact, but she couldn’t complain at the reasonable price.

By the time she’d parked in the garage and let herself in the condo, Alex was buzzing her from the foyer to let him come up.

“Hi,” he said when Reese greeted him at the front door. His low, attractive voice permeated her entire being.

“Come on in.” She took one of the sacks from him. He followed her through the traditionally decorated condo to the kitchen where they set everything down on the countertop.

“Since you’ve been here many times before, you know your way around. Please feel free to freshen up while I empty the sacks.”

“Thank you.”

How different their situation at this point in time. Her aunt was gone, and his girlfriend would be joining them at any minute. The sooner she got here, the better.

Being alone with Alex was not a good idea at all…

As she was removing the last of the items from the sack he entered the kitchen and came to stand next to her. His nearness had the effect of changing the rhythm of her breathing.

“What can I do to help?” she blurted.

He plucked the olive oil from the rest of the items. “For Frikassee of Lamb, I’ll need a deep skillet and a whisk.”

In a jerky movement, she opened one of the bottom cupboards and rummaged around for the kind of pan he wanted. The whisk was in the second drawer.

“Here you go. What else can I do?”

“Slice those onions for me.”

While she found the chopping board and a knife, he poured some oil in the pan and set it on the burner. Then he reached for a mixing bowl and started cracking eggs.

He worked fast. It was fascinating to watch him use the whisk so expertly while he added lemon juice. She felt his total concentration on what he was doing.