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funny look on his face. “Why don’t you like her? Madison’s a class act.”

      When had he learned to read her mind, Abby wondered? It wasn’t that she disliked the other woman. Just that Madison left her feeling woefully inadequate. Madison was everything that Abby wasn’t. She bent over a pile of boxes to check model numbers, in order to pick out the disc player she’d chosen. “I didn’t say I disliked Madison.”

      “No, but your tone spoke volumes about your feelings. Would you care to put them into words?”

      “It’s not my place to say anything.”

      “Is it safe to say that you believe she’s not my type?”

      “Yes.”

      “Which means I’m not a class act?” He raised one black eyebrow, but humor sparkled in his gaze.

      “You’re putting words in my mouth.”

      “In the six months Madison and I have dated, she’s been nothing less than charming, beautiful, smart and successful. She would be an asset to any man.”

      She would certainly be his equal: beauty, brains, body, booty. But he was right. For some reason Abby couldn’t put her finger on, she did think Madison Wainright was wrong for him.

      Abby often wondered how a great guy like Nick Marchetti, who was good-looking enough to tempt a card-carrying spinster, had managed to stay single. Since he’d introduced the subject, she brought up a question she just couldn’t hold back.

      “So why haven’t you asked Madison to marry you?”

      “Is there a rule somewhere that says if a man admires positive attributes in a woman, he has to propose to her?”

      “Whoa. Just a little defensive, aren’t we?”

      “Nope. Not me.” He looked sheepish. “Maybe. But only because my mother and sister have been on my case.”

      “Ever since Rosie got married and had her baby, you’ve softened on the settling-down issue. I get the impression that you’re thinking about it.”

      “It’s crossed my mind.”

      “So when are you going to ask Madison?”

      He leaned a shoulder against the display rack and folded his arms across his chest. “When are you going to settle down?”

      “I’ve been settled down since I was eighteen. I’m heading toward footloose and fancy-free. In slightly less than two years, Sarah will graduate from high school and go to college. I see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

      “You’re still not dating, are you?”

      Abby wondered how he could know that, when she was so careful to keep her personal and business lives separate. If he hadn’t shown up at the restaurant and insisted, she wouldn’t be shopping with him now. How could he know she didn’t go out?

      Then it hit her. Sarah didn’t work for him and had no compunction about calling him up at the drop of a fingernail. She bent his ear with anything and everything that popped into her head. As far as Abby knew, he didn’t mind. She figured if he did, any man who stood at the helm of a growing corporation could certainly clear the decks of one teenage girl if he wanted to. And Sarah was a talker. If talking was an Olympic event, her sister would take the gold.

      “It’s not like I can wiggle my nose and a man appears in a puff of smoke,” Abby said. Now who was getting defensive, she thought, hearing that note in her voice.

      “You can’t tell me that men don’t show an interest in an attractive woman like you.”

      She tried not to glow at his compliment, but was only partially successful. “I haven’t noticed.”

      “Okay. I get the picture. You still shut them down cold. Let me give you a tip, pal. Guys need a little encouragement.”

      “Look, Nick,” Abby said. She took a deep breath, trying to tamp down her irritation. If he had been just her friend, she would have given him an earful. But he was her boss, and she was struggling for a politically correct response. “Between work and school and raising Sarah, I don’t have time right now. Once she’s in college, it will be my turn. I’ll have my degree in business. Right after I do footloose and fancy-free, next on my list is settling down.”

      Wait a minute. She had brought up the settling down subject—about him. Why was she suddenly defending herself? Oh, he was smooth. She’d hardly noticed him put her on the hot seat. Darn, he was good at shifting his backside out of the frying pan and putting hers in it.

      “All work and no play,” he said seriously.

      “Okay, so Abby’s a dull girl.” She was teetering on the edge of the line she’d drawn, uncomfortable discussing herself with him. Two could play at turning the tables. “Are you going to bring Madison to Sarah’s party?”

      “Is she invited? I’m not even sure you want me. I was an afterthought.”

      “Nick, I’ve already explained that I didn’t ask you to help me with the party because you’re too busy.”

      “Is that all?” He frowned slightly.

      “What else? Except that if I could afford the Green Bay Packers defensive line, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”

      “So I’m a poor substitute for your first choice?”

      “No. But you work cheap. What about Madison? Would you like to bring her?”

      “You almost sound sincere about wanting her there.”

      “It would be interesting to watch her play spin the bottle with a bunch of sixteen-year-old boys sporting sweaty palms and zits.”

      “Chaperones don’t have to play. They referee.” He looked at her, then raised one eyebrow. “You like her, don’t you?”

      “Yes,” Abby answered honestly. She wasn’t sure how he’d figured that out, but he was right. She admired and respected Madison very much. Which made the fact that she didn’t think Madison Wainright was the woman for him even more puzzling.

      “So Madison is invited?” he asked.

      “She doesn’t have to be invited. You’re allowed to bring a date.”

      “I will, if you will.” he said.

      “Don’t hold your breath,” she muttered.

      

      A few hours after their shopping trip, Nick stood in front of Abby’s door. He had finished up his work early and didn’t want to go home and kill time waiting for his date. He wasn’t due to pick Madison up for an hour so he’d decided to stop at Abby’s.

      He wasn’t sure why. Maybe because he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Partly because of work issues he hadn’t discussed with her. But mostly her remark about not bringing a date to her sister’s party. A pretty girl like Abby should have guys beating a path to her door, but he was the only one there. And the sidewalk didn’t look any the worse for wear.

      Her apartment was situated in a large complex with lots of shrubs and walkways. The entrance was tucked away between the stairway to the upper level and her storage unit.

      He remembered helping her find the place after he’d advised her to sell her parents’ home. It seemed best. She couldn’t swing a mortgage payment, and she wouldn’t take money from him. The proceeds went into trust for the two sisters. Abby had a lot of responsibility to shoulder and selling gave her freedom from the upkeep and burden of a house, as well as a bit of financial security.

      That was good. Because the one thing he’d learned to count on from Abby was pride. No handouts. She wanted to do things on her own, and she had.

      He pushed the button to ring the bell, and moments later Abby opened the door. Surprise at seeing him made her big blue

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