A real man tells jokes not lies. I had a real man once. What’s yours like? #singlelife
Certain her followers would respond with a list of qualities they’d found in men, Tabatha posted the tweet and then reached across her desk for one of the numerous files awaiting her attention. No amount of thinking about Danny would distract her from her clients. She wouldn’t allow it.
Tulle and Tulips Designer Weddings, with its unique setup, had been a great new beginning. Every lead coordinator—flowers, venues, bling, catering, music and so on—was an owner of her own business under the Tulle and Tulips umbrella. Clients could hire coordinators individually or contract the entire company, in which case Lori Mullins, the head coordinator and founder of Tulle and Tulips, would pay the coordinators based on their agreed-upon fees.
Tabatha had found a home in venues and contract negotiations with a major upside being a group of amazing women who’d become great friends. The newfound purpose of her life revolved around her career, her clients and knowing the people in her life were dependable enough to be where they said they would be. She no longer lived life moment to moment, sometimes the center of her husband’s universe and sometimes forgotten.
She’d found stability and reclaimed happiness.
Or so she’d thought until Danny walked into Sam’s bar three days ago. With a touch and a few words, he’d riled her arousal and temper in equal parts. He’d revived every disappointment she’d worked to put behind her and reminded her just how powerful those moments when she’d been the center of his world were. He’d made her want to go back, to experience again just one moment in his arms when his attention was completely focused on her.
She’d never been more miserable.
“Tabatha.” Jenny’s perky voice on her intercom interrupted her thoughts.
Tabatha pressed the button to respond. Tulle and Tulips was Jenny’s first job, but she’d proven herself to be everything they could dream of in a receptionist. “Yeah?”
“Maria Gregger called to reschedule today’s appointment. She missed a step and broke her ankle.”
“Oh no.”
“They’re at the hospital to get it taken care of. She says she’ll be fine as long as she’s out of the cast by the wedding.”
“Is she drugged? That doesn’t sound like her.” Maria was a new client. With her wedding only a few months away and no venue yet, the woman epitomized the definition of bridezilla. She changed her mind more often than Tabatha bought new lip gloss, which was often because she was always losing them. A broken ankle was going to agitate the already stressed bride.
“I think she was.” Jenny chuckled. “She sounded quite mellow. Sheree’s going to get her rescheduled.”
Fresh out of college with a marketing and business degree that was coming in handy, Tabatha’s new personal assistant, Sheree, was turning out to be a constant amazement.
“By the way,” Jenny said, “you have a delivery at the security desk.”
“Thanks.” Wondering why the delivery hadn’t been taken down the hall to Jenny, and resigned to the fact she wouldn’t be focusing on contracts while thoughts of Danny and the past were in her head, Tabatha left her office.
The lobby of Tulle and Tulips was buzzing with brides and grooms and families and friends. A bride stood on the runway near the back of the store, studying her possible dress in the mirror while Lori and her lead sales consultant stood by. A raucous tune came from Aleshia’s office as she clearly worked with a couple to either choose their first dance song, hopefully not the rap currently shaking her window, or their reception playlist.
Pulling her phone from her pocket as she exited the double doors of Tulle and Tulips and entered the hall that led to the building’s main entrance, she pulled up Twitter and typed a new tweet.
Brides and bling, grooms and tuxedos, and rap music. One of these things is not like the others. #weddingplannerlife
Before reading the responses to her previous tweet, and there seemed to be several, she rounded the corner of the hall. The smile she had for Brad, the head security guard on duty, slipped as she noticed the man sitting in the waiting area across the lobby.
Danny.
Her stomach fluttered with excitement even as her shoulders dropped. She filed for divorce and he ignored her. She moved across the country and he followed her. She walked out of a date and he tracked her down. What would it take to be rid of him?
“Tabatha.” Brad stood with his wide smile. “You look lovely as always.”
“Thanks.” She nodded toward Danny, who watched her from where he still sat. “Please tell me he’s not the delivery.”
Brad leaned on the tall counter that served as his desk and sent her the flirtatious wink he always greeted her with. “Will you smile again if I do?”
“Maybe.” Unable to resist his charm and the way he always eased her stress with a few quick words, she did smile. “Especially if you can make him disappear.”
“That’s one I can do.” Brad shifted his demeanor from flirty friend to serious security guard. “Just say the word.”
She glanced Danny’s way, met his gaze, and for a moment actually considered taking Brad up on the offer. If she thought it would actually work she’d do it. “I’ll deal with it.”
“If you change your mind let me know.”
“Thanks.” Tabatha attempted to formulate a plan for dealing with her husband. Unfortunately, she had nothing when she reached him, which gave him the opening he no doubt had been looking for.
Danny stood, took her left hand in his right one and kissed her before she could react.
It wasn’t a kiss on the hand or cheek that could be easily brushed off. No. He leaned in, locked his gaze with hers and kissed her full on the mouth, teasing her closed lips with the tip of his tongue. The moment she gasped, opening her mouth, he eased back and grinned.
“Hello, beautiful.”
She tugged at her hand he still held, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“Why are you here?” She didn’t ask how he knew where to find her. She hadn’t offered the information to him, but it wasn’t exactly a secret. Still, no matter how public her Twitter profile was, she didn’t want him around her work place or her friends. Her meddlesome friends.
“I needed to apologize.”
“For coming here, pulling me from work and kissing me?”
“So many things. Not those.” He shook his head and sighed deeply. “But too many others to mention in this lobby.”
Regret or remorse or whatever he was expressing struck her as uncharacteristic. He’d never been a bad guy, but his self-centeredness had kept him from ever saying he was sorry and meaning it. The sincerity in his tone made it tough for her to refuse him.
Tough, not impossible.
She hardened herself and ignored the rapid beat of her pulse that had kicked into high gear when he kissed her. “You shouldn’t have come here, Danny.”
“To Miami or this building?”
“Pick one.” The man infuriated her when he pretended not to know what she was talking about. There’d been a time he could make her laugh with the pretense, because he’d always turned it into a game that led to bed.
They’d been really great in bed.
“I had to come. You needed this.” Still holding her hand, he lifted his left one and uncurled his fingers. In his palm sat a tube of lip gloss. Not any lip gloss. The same brand and flavor he’d given her on their first date.
Looking at the offering was all it took to sweep her back in time when a whirlwind of gestures had carried her into a bliss she hadn’t wanted to see fade. Her heart fluttered, suggesting yet again that her feelings hadn’t faded as much as she’d like.
“I noticed how shiny your lips always are,” he’d said with a grin as he handed her the gloss. “You’re going to need a touchup after I kiss you senseless.”
She remembered those kisses. For a third of a second she’d thought he’d take the greeting kiss that far. That he hadn’t, that she’d been able to keep her reaction hidden, gave her the strength to hold back a laugh and sound of shock. “That’s presumptuous.”
“I lose track of time a lot, so I don’t believe in wasting it. Waiting until the second date to find out if you still taste the same would be a waste.”
“That’s just pompous.”
He’d grinned again and damn if the look didn’t further weaken her inner resolve. “Don’t deny it. You know you enjoy kissing me.”
She didn’t hold the second laugh back. And she did enjoy kissing him. So much so, in fact, that they’d spent the first date on the couch making out.
She’d avoided that brand and flavor of gloss since moving from California, but now, seeing it in Danny’s palm, she was helpless. Tabatha reached out and took the gloss. The instant her skin brushed his she knew she’d messed up. She’d given him an inch. With his next words he turned it into a square foot.
“I want to taste that the next time I kiss you.”
“You’re still presumptuous.”
“I just value time more than before. And you know you’ll kiss me again.”
She was laughing when she stepped away, pulling free the hand he still held. “You should stay out of the sun, Danny. You’re frying brain cells.”
He only shrugged. “I’m coming back, Tabatha and I’m going to prove I’ve changed.”
Any remaining laughter died away. “This is one rematch you won’t score the way you want.”
“I’m not going to argue, but neither am I going to give up.” With a smile and final kiss to her cheek he moved away. “Have a great day.”
Danny had never been the one to walk away and, despite his promise to be back, his departure stung. He’d never ended a conversation on a declaration, because he’d never been determined enough to fight for anything. He’d certainly never had a knack for follow-through.
Somehow she thought that might have changed.
Tabatha chewed on her bottom lip while Danny crossed the courtyard toward the curb. Untwisting the lid on the lip gloss he’d given her, she smoothed it over her now-dry lips. The first glide reminded her of Danny’s finger along the edge of her lip and had her quickly capping the gloss.
Pressing her lips together she tasted him more than the lip gloss. The memory wouldn’t be so easily capped.
Her blood sped and her skin heated. Some things remained the same when it came to Danny, yet he seemed to have definitely changed. The certainty had her wondering, for the first time since meeting him, what he might be capable of.
Could he really change and would he really fight to win her back? Or was he putting on an elaborate charade that would again end in disappointment?
Should she give him another chance or would he just break her heart again with his absent disregard?
A taxi pulled to the curb and Danny climbed into the backseat. Before closing the door, he glanced toward the building. As if he could see her through the mirrored windows, though she knew he couldn’t, his gaze locked on hers and his wide smile showed off his perfect teeth. What disturbed her most was the look in his eyes. Part fear, part determination and part passion, the gaze was a silent plea for hope and forgiveness.
Her hand tightened on the lip gloss tube, much like desire gripped her throat.
“Guess you know him pretty well,” Brad said from his chair, pulling her back to the present.
“Maybe not as well as I’d have thought,” she answered without looking away, instead watching Danny until he closed the door and the cab pulled away.
Her heart beat a little faster and her skin buzzed. Her mouth twitched with the need to smile and her soul wanted to laugh.
She’d been happy in Miami, with her friends and work. It occurred to her that her happy had been missing something. Fun. Freedom.
Danny gave her spirit the lightness it needed to play. He lived life to the fullest and invited her to come along. She’d thought she was still having fun and living life to the fullest, only she was doing it with a healthy balance of responsibility, but doubt moved in.
Doubt wasn’t enough to erase the past.
She missed Danny, but she wasn’t ready to go through old disappointments. His return renewed the decisions that had motivated her to sign up for the dating website. She was okay being alone, but the time had come to move past okay and alone. Every spark of brightness she’d found with Danny could be found in someone who understood the importance of also being a responsible adult.
A man existed who could arouse her passion, make her laugh and show up for a date on time. She deserved a man who wanted to be with her enough that he remembered, on his own, plans they’d made. A man who didn’t forget everything that wasn’t entirely fun.
Gripping the lip gloss, appreciating the reminder it provided, she headed back to her office. She had work to do, but more interestingly, she had date requests to consider. Maybe Danny had changed, and she believed he would be back. Living to avoid him wasn’t the way to go. The time had come for her to finish what she’d started and the best way to get Danny’s signature on the divorce papers was to convince him she’d moved on.
You’ll have to convince yourself first.
Telling the voice in her head to shut up, Tabatha opened the double doors of Tulle and Tulips and stepped into a world focused on everything she was looking for.
“Tabatha.” Jenny waved her over to the reception desk. “The Omi Hotel called about the James contract and Kayla asked for you. She needs to go over the lighting for the Weaver wedding to make sure she has the right equipment.”
“Thanks.” Eager for a distraction, Tabatha turned toward Kayla’s office.
A brilliant photographer, Kayla had a gift for seeing life from a different angle. It was like she spent so much time looking through a viewfinder that when she looked up none of the excess distractions of life registered. It made her uncomfortably perceptive, but Tabatha was equally skilled at protecting her privacy. After all, she’d known the Tulle and Tulips women over a year and only Lori knew about her marital status, and that was only because she had to know for tax purposes and the background check she ran on everyone joining the team.
If word got out about her delivery, and she wouldn’t be surprised if it did, she’d put it off to the bad date they already knew about tracking her down. She’d just as quickly say she’d dealt with him and was lining up another date. Denial was her best chance at keeping her friends off the scent of man-related gossip.
Maybe, if her luck was remotely decent, her friends would let the matter drop. If she was really lucky, Danny would let things drop and she could move on without internal conflicts.