glanced at her watch again.
âYou keep looking at that watch.â Cass studied Taylor closely. âDo you have somewhere else to be?â
âNoâ¦well, not really.â
âYou do.â Cass pounced on her. âYou little minx. Where and when did you hook up?â
âI didnât hook up with anyone. Iâm not looking for a fella â remember?â
âYeah, right!â Cass pulled on her arm. âWho is he? Come on, Tales, spit it out.â
Taylor pursed her lips. Why had she even contemplated the idea of meeting Edward at the pub? She should have just climbed into her PJs and had an early night like the others.
âIs it the guy from that last place we stopped at?â Rosieâs eyes widened. âWriggler Creek or whatever it was called. I saw you chatting to the guy behind the bar for a while.â
âThe gorgeous hunk!â Cass screamed.
âShhh!â Taylor and Rosie hissed in unison.
They all glanced at Mandy who turned over to her other side, let out a low groan and continued sleeping.
âI like your style,â Cass said in a softer voice.
âI vowed not to rush into anything.â
âMeeting a guy for a drink isnât rushing into anything.â Cassâs hands were on her hips. âUnless youâre planning to jump into bed with him, and then itâs just good fortune. Anyway, since when did you make that decision?â
âSince Larry.â
âLarry the Loser!â Cass snorted and Rosie gave a giggle.
Taylor glared at one then the other of her so-called friends.
âWhat?â Cass opened her eyes wide trying to give an impression of innocence. âHe was not your type. We all knew it wouldnât last.â
âFoster was rather nice,â Rosie said.
âThe one before Larry? Are you kidding me?â Cass gave up the pretence. âHe still lived with his mother and took her to the movies every Sunday night after sheâd cooked his roast dinner.â
âHe always gave me the idea he was working and I believed him.â Taylor had really liked Foster but his mother had been the third person in the relationship. Taylor had found it stifling.
âGullible.â Cass shook her head.
âWeâve all had our share of mistakes,â Rosie said. âThankfully those days are over for me but you should get back out there, Taylor.â
âSheâs right,â Cass said. âNo need to be man-shy just âcause youâve dated a few duds.â
âI vowed to have a break from men after Larry.â Taylor was feeling a bit miffed at her friends for ganging up on her but it was true sheâd had her share of âdudsâ as Cass called them. Her last relationship, with Larry, had ended in a mess when sheâd discovered he hadnât actually left his supposed ex-wife.
âThat was at least six months ago,â Cass said.
âGo and meet someone new,â Rosie said. âYouâre only here for a weekend. Country boys might be a whole lot different.â
âCome on, girlfriend. Letâs make the most of the babysitter.â Cass tugged at her arm. âPut some colour on those luscious lips and letâs check out the pub. Who knows, the hunk might have a brother.â
Taylor was about to say he did and thought better of it. What did she know about the other bloke in the picture on the wall beside Edward? He could live in the city, or another country for that matter. She hurried into the little bathroom and dragged a brush through her shoulder-length hair. No matter how often she did it, the fine blonde strands flew every which way. She tugged at the wisps that fell across her face from her part. Still, Edward had already seen her after a day of driving, anything she did now could only be an improvement. She chose a hot pink lipstick, painted her lips, did a final turn in front of the mirror and hurried out after Cass.
Edward smiled