realized we were heading in opposite directions. We have different goalsâ¦â
Marriage? After three months? Was the man crazy?
ââ¦so we went our separate ways.â
I ran screaming because he wouldnât play by the rules.
A lifetime of dealing with the high-profile baggage she brought to a relationship had taught her the hard way to be careful. Sheâd learned to walk the straight and narrow. And to force her creative brain into remembering the rules,sheâd devised a method of making lists just to keep them straight in her head.
Her latest rule for survival: No dating impulsive men.
Lennon frowned as though she wasnât quite buying this explanation. âWhat do you mean âopposite goalsâ?â
âHe wanted to get married.â
Lennon dissolved before her very eyes into one of those melting oh-how-romantic expressions Ellen was very familiar with after eight years of working with romance authors.
âAnd you turned him down?â
âOf course I turned him down, Lennon. Honestly.â
âBut why? You were crazy about him.â
That was before sheâd found out he was crazy. âListen, Lennon, heâs past history and Iâm looking to the future.â Plastering her smile back on, Ellen tried to look reassuring. Her cheeks stretched. Her jaw creaked. âIâm waiting to meet the one, and when I do, youâll be the first to know.â
âThe one?â
âThe man whoâll love me for who I am, with no questions. The man whoâll respect my situation enough to play by my rules.â
Lennon looked thoughtful. âUnconditional love. Are you sure you believe that exists?â
âOf course. I couldnât edit romances if I didnât. But Iâm not going to sit around waiting for it to happen. Iâve got things to accomplish and goals to reach. Worrying about whether or not a man fits into the equation is simply not something Iâll do. If I meet the one, so be it. If not, well, so be it.â
âYouâre sure Christopher isnât the one? â
âCompletely.â
âWhat convinced you?â Lennon insisted. âA man that intense and that gorgeous has to be amazing in bed.â
âI am not sharing the details of my sex life, so donât bother badgering me. You and Miss Q might discuss how much and how good over dinner, but I prefer to keep my sex life private, thank you. Thatâs the second rule of the Talbot family code of conductâno discussing sex at the dinner table.â
âNote to selfââ Lennon grimaced ââhave a handy excuse to decline the next Talbot family dinner invitation. Just out of curiosity, whatâs the first rule?â
Ellen patted her purse. âAlways be accessible, which means the cell phone stays on.â
Talbot family code of conduct rule number four: Donât pry. Ellen could almost hear her mother explaining, Prying shows a decided lack of manners, and unless youâre interested in answering similarly private questionsâ¦
She wasnât.
Unfortunately, Lennon wasnât versed on Talbot family code of conduct rule number four. She sighed so heavily that Ellen knew she was in for a lecture about making time to have fun. Another conversation theyâd had before.
She switched gears, fast. âI will tell you itâll be a frosty Friday before I involve myself with another impulsive man.â
Lennon set her mug down on the table with a thunk, leaned back in her chair and smiled. And kept smiling.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âFinally.â She made a visible effort to curb her amusement, though not much of one, judging by her smothered laughter. âYou are the most stubborn person I know.â
âIâm not stubborn. I just like stability and constants. Heâs an adrenaline junkie who lives life to test fate. The press would have a field day, and that wouldnât be