and your last name is suddenly Campbell again.â
âYup,â Daisy said, which seemed to cover everything.
âYou got a divorce?â
She couldnât answer that question quite so lightly. âYes. And Iâll tell you about it. And Violet. But right now Iâm rushedâjust please donât say anything to Mom and Dad until Iâve had the chance to tell you two completely whatâs going on first, all right?â
âNo, itâs not all right. First I want to knowââ
âCamille, I canât talk now, honestly. I swear Iâm not evading a conversation. Iâm just plain short on time. And I need more than two seconds to explain whatâs been happening.â
âOkay, butââ
Daisy hung up. It was already ten minutes after seven. Being a few minutes late wasnât criminal, but sheâd asked Teague to meet her outsideâwhich meant he was stuck out there on a frigid-cold night. She tugged on a jacket, locked the back door and charged down the stairs.
Sheâd carefully thought through everything she was wearing, from the St. Johnâs sweater and slacks to using the last of her hoarded Cle Peau makeup. Daisy couldnât imagine Teague remotely caring about designer labelsâand right now, he had no idea that all these silly, impractical clothes were all she owned. Sheâd played the pricey look up, rather than down, to help create a distance between them. She didnât want him to think of her as normal, as conceivably staying in White Hills, or that there was any potential between them.
That was the theory. But sheâd also hoped to have more time to plan how to handle this meeting, and instead felt rushed inside and out.
The bottom door opened into the vestibule of the Marble Bridge Caféâand then one more door led her out to the street, where a tall, dark-haired man in asheepskin jacket stomping his feet to keep warm stood. He spun around when he heard the door, then stopped dead when he saw her.
The streetlamp glowed on his ruddy cheeks and snow-dusted hair, but he looked at her with a fierce glow in his eyes. A blister-cold night suddenly warmed. A lonely heart was temptedâ¦or, Daisy corrected herself, a lonely heart would have been tempted by the promise in those wonderful, sexy, warm eyes if she didnât know better.
She wasnât going to repeat the same mistakes. She couldnât possibly have fallen in love at first sightâor first nightânot the kind of love that could conceivably work. It didnât matter what her heart told her. Her heart had been dead wrong before.
âYou came from inside the café? It looked all closed up and locked down to me. I never thought Harry kept it open past the afternoon hours,â he said in confusion.
âYouâre right, the caféâs closed. Iâm living in the apartment above it.â
He glanced up. âI didnât even realize there was an apartment up there.â He opened his mouth as if intending to question her further, but then he looked at her again. Really looked. She had the shivery feeling he would like to swallow her up, because his gaze seemed like a vacuum that sucked in every tiny detail and kept it. âYou look terrific.â
âWhy, thank you, kind sir.â
âOnly, you look too darn terrific for any restaurant this town can offer.â
âTrust me,â she said wryly, âyou can afford me.â
She recognized where he was drivingâMcCutcheonâs, the best restaurant in White Hillsâand diverted him to a fast-food burger place instead. He looked tired,her one-time lover. Fit and full of hell and more than capable of causing her a great deal of trouble, but still, tired.
âYour headâs okay? All recovered from that major bump?â she asked him a few minutes laterâwhile stealing another of his French fries. It was the first time sheâd seen him in