Something with lots of frills and lace. And maybe a big lollipop. The bitchy thought popped into Sams head before she could prevent it.
Oh, that reminds me, Heather said, laying down her fork. I promised to call my agent about a possible part playing a housewife in a commercial. He thinks
I would be perfect for it. Her eyelashes fluttered in response to Brads warm look. Ill be back in a minute, darling.
She rose and glided gracefully away.
Sam watched her go, wondering how on earth the girl got her hips to sway like that.
She peeked at Brad to see his reaction. To her surprise, he was looking straight at her, paying no attention to Heathers hips. A crooked smile quirked the corner of his mouth.
So, what do you think? His gaze was strangely intent as he asked the question.
Shes Sam paused, several unkind remarks hovering on her tongue. She took a deep breath. Shes perfect, she admitted. Im sure youll be very happy, Brad.
Brad leaned back against his seat, his face expressionless for a long moment. Then he smiled. Shes amazing, isnt she? I couldnt believe my luck when she said yes to my proposal. He stirred some cream into his coffee. What about you, Sam? Are you seeing anyone?
No, not right now. Ive been too busy at the shop.
Oh, yes, the shop. Are you planning on working there permanently?
No, she said. Not really. Ill probably look for some other job soon.
Still havent made up your mind what you want to do with your life?
Samantha pushed her rice around on her plate. Not yet. I never could figure out what I wanted. Unlike you. You always knew, didnt you, Brad?
Yes, I did. I still do.
Shed never paid much attention before, but he really had the most determined chin shed ever seena square jaw ending in a resolute knob. There was no softness beneath, no cleft to compromise it. Youve done very well for yourself. Youve accomplished a lot.
He shrugged. A case of being in the right place at the right time.
Youre too modest.
So Heather tells me. He grinned. Shes an extraordinary woman. I really am the luckiest man alive.
I think Heathers the lucky one.
He leaned forward in his seat, his gaze intent. Do you, Sam?
Of course. Youre my friend.
He leaned back. He wiped his mouth with his napkin, then held out his hand. Best friends, right?
Nodding, she put her hand in his. They sat there for a moment, smiling at each other. His hand was much larger than hers, warm and strong.
Suddenly, for no reason she could think of, Sam felt like crying.
Sam? His fingers tightened on hers. Are you okay?
Sam blinked hard. Im fine. But she had to force herself to smile.
Brads gaze went to her mouth, then flickered back up. Uh, SamI hope you dont mind me mentioning it, but youve got a green chili stuck in your teeth.
Sam stopped smiling immediately. Licking her teeth with her tongue, she wondered uneasily how long the chili had been there.
Please dont let Heather have seen it, she prayed silently. Is it gone? she asked, parting her lips again.
He shook his head. Looks like its wedged in there pretty good.
She stood up and put her napkin on her chair. Please excuse me, she muttered.
Weaving in between the tables toward the rear of the restaurant, she continued to try to find the chili with her tongue.
She entered the rest room, bared her teeth into the mirror, but saw no sign of any chilies. She must have gotten it out on the way, she thought.
She washed her hands, glad for the small respite to try to make sense of her fluctuating emotions. Ever since shed heard of Brads plans to marry, shed felt a bit off balance, a little shaky inside. Perhaps because in some odd way, shed always thought of Brad as hers. Her rock. Her anchor. Her friend. Shed thought that nothing would ever change that. But she knew, without a doubt, that once he married Heather, everything would change. Everything would be completely different.
She washed her hands again, trying to banish the tears prickling at the back of her eyes. Really, she was being incredibly foolish and selfish. She and Brad could still be friends. She was happy for him. She was.
Feeling more in control, she held her palms under the dryer, muttering to herself, I am happy for them. I am happy for them.
Her nose twitched a little as she smelled cigarette smoke. It seemed as if someone was always lighting up in the bathroom, trying to circumvent the no-smoking laws. I am happy for them.
A toilet flushed, and the door to one of the stalls opened to reveal Heather.
Oh, its you, the younger woman said. I thought I was about to be busted. Opening her tiny evening bag, she pulled out another cigarette and lit it. You want one?
No, thank you, Sam said automatically, hiding her surprise. With a cigarette in her hand, Heather didnt appear nearly as young and sweet as she had in the restaurant.
Brad must have changed more than I thoughthe used to hate smoking.
Are you kidding? Heather snorted, smoke blowing from her nostrils. Hes such a health freak, hed probably break our engagement if he found out.
He doesnt know?