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    A shot of disappointment went through him, along with envy that Kevin had had the nerve to make an overture toward her. Russ would never have guessed that she would find Kevin attractive; that he would be her type. "So you're going to say yes?"
    She was quiet for a long moment. "I don't know. What would you do?"
    "If Kevin asked me out?"
    She laughed. "You know the guy. Is he a good person? Does he treat people well?"
    "I've no doubt he'll make an excellent husband. For the right woman," he qualified.
    "No telling whether that's me, though, is there? But I'm not looking for a husband at this point in my life,"
    she went on. "Is he looking for a wife?"
    "I'd have to let him answer that."
    "But your impression?"
    "My impression is yes, he's ready to settle down and start a family."
    He heard the breath of a sigh at the other end. "I'm twenty-six," she said. "How old is Kevin?"
    "Kevin's thirty-three."
    "And you?"
    "I'm a little older."
    "Thirty-four, thirty-five, forty?"
    He grimaced. "Thirty-six."
    She laughed. "Yeah, you're positively decrepit."
    "Maybe this isn't a good idea, your going out with Kevin," he said. Somehow it was easier to talk to her when he couldn't see her; when her lively eyes weren't upon him and he wasn't distracted by the silky locks of her ponytail hanging over her shoulder and down over the curve of her breast. Or by the way her low-cut jeans molded to her pert backside, as if inviting a man to put his hands on either side of her hips and pull her back against him.
    "No, let him call me," she said. "You never know, we might hit it off. Maybe something unexpectedly good will come from it."
    His heart sank. "Expecting the worst and hoping for the best?"
    "It seems a reasonable approach to life." She laughed. "But it usually turns out to be neither the best nor the worst, does it?"
    "How so?"
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    "It usually turns out to be Option C, the outcome you never considered. The one you never saw coming."
    His own laugh was tinged with sorrow. "That's more true than I'd like to admit."
    "Eh," she said, a shrug in her voice. "It keeps things interesting."
    When the call was over he stared out his windows for a long time, watching the boats and thinking about Emma Mayson and her blithe spirit.
    James would have liked her. She was a solstice bike rider, untouched as yet by the asphalt of life.
    He hoped she stayed that way forever.

Chapter Three
    Emma shut her cell phone off, glared at it, then turned it back on again, threw it on her bed, and blew out a breath of exasperation.
    Why, oh why, had she said that Russ's friend could call her?
    The prospect of turning Kevin down made her sweat each time the phone rang. Rejection was crushing on the receiving end, but it was little better for the one who rejected.
    Would she have been so quick to reject Kevin if she hadn't seen him standing next to Russell Carrick, looking like a poor shadow? Looking smaller, clumsier, less confident, like an adolescent instead of a fully grown man?
    Or maybe she would have thought Kevin a potential boyfriend if she hadn't spent five minutes talking to Russ on the phone, enjoying the sound of his deep voice. If she hadn't heard him be more expansive than on the stiff tour of his house. If he hadn't sounded a little sad, hadn't shown a hint of humor, hadn't so obviously been trying to protect both Kevin's and her feelings.
    Ah Foolishness, thy name is Woman. Witness her initial thought that Russ had called to ask her out.
    And foolish she still was, because what had she been doing all evening except looking up Russ Carrick on the Internet?
    She almost wished she hadn't. It wasn't as much fun to fantasize about a man who was the primary shareholder of a company listed on the NASDAQ at $150 a share. It put him at a far different stage in his life than she was; far different