Falling for Rachel
Page 43
“Your family.”
She gave him a quick shake. “And yours. Don’t try to con me with that bull about not being real brothers. You care just as much about him as he does about you. I know how much it meant to you to walk in there and see that piano. Mama had the same look on her face on Mother’s Day, but it was easier for her to show what she was feeling. You just need a little practice.”
Closing his eyes, he laid his brow against hers. “I don’t know what to say to him. How to act. Nobody’s ever… I’ve never had anybody. When I was a kid, I just wanted to hang around him. Then he took off.”
“I know. Try to remember he wasn’t much more than a kid himself when he did. He’s not going anywhere now.” Rachel kissed both his cheeks, as her mother might have done. “Why don’t you go back inside, Nick, and do what you do best?”
“What’s that?”
She smiled at him. “Play it by ear. Go on. He’s dying for you to try it out.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He took a step back. “You coming?”
“No, I’ve got some things to do.” Some things to think about, she thought, correcting herself. “Tell Zack I’ll see him later.”
But she waited after he’d gone in. Standing on the sidewalk, she watched the window. And after a while, very faintly, she heard the sound of music.
CHAPTER TEN
“Yo, Rachel.” Pete straightened on his stool and sucked in some of his comfortable stomach when he spotted Rachel swinging through the front door of the bar. “How ’bout I buy you a drink?”
“I might just let you do that.” But her smile was for Zack as she hung her coat on one of the hooks by the door. As she crossed the room, she shot a meaningful glance at the blonde who was seductively wrapped around a bar stool, purring an order for another drink while she walked her fingers up Zack’s arm. “Busy night?”
Lola juggled a tray as she passed. “That one’s on her third stinger,” she said to Rachel under her breath. “And those big blue eyes of hers have been crawling all over the boss for two hours.”
“That’s all she’ll do—unless she wants those eyes black-and-blue.”
Lola gave a snap of appreciative laughter. “Atta girl. Hey, hold on a minute.” With a skill Rachel admired, Lola served a full tray of drinks, emptied ashtrays and replaced an empty basket of chips. “See the brunette by the juke?”
With her lips pursed, Rachel studied the slim jean-clad hips and the waterfall of honey-brown hair. “Don’t tell me I have to worry about her, too?”
“No, I do. That’s my oldest.”
“Your daughter? She’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah. That’s why I have to worry. Anyway, Zack’s been hinting around about how he’d like Nick to meet some people closer to his own age, so I talked her into coming in, having one of Rio’s burgers.”
“And?”
“Nick looked. Actually, he was pretty enthusiastic about busing tables tonight. But he didn’t make a move in her direction.”
“Looking’s good,” Rachel mused. “It wouldn’t bother you if he was interested enough to ask her out?”
“Nick’s okay. Besides, my Terri can take care of herself.” Lola winked. “Takes after her mom. Keep your pants on,” she shouted to the table of four that was signaling to her. “Catch you later.”
“Well, now…” Rachel eased onto the stool between Harry and Pete. A glass of white wine was already waiting for her. “What’s the latest?”
“Seven-letter word for rapture,” Harry told her. “Ending in ‘y’.”
Rachel smiled into her wine. “Ecstasy,” she said, watching Zack.
“Okay!” Pleased with that, he skimmed over the blank spaces in his puzzle. “Here’s another seven. Characterized by a lack of substance.”
“Perfect,” she murmured, shifting her gaze to the blonde, who was leaning her cle**age over the bar. “Try vacuous.”
“Damn, you’re good.”
“Harry,” she gave him a smile that had him going beet red, “I’m terrific. Keep an eye on things for me. I want to talk to Nick.”
Pete watched her go, sighed. “If I was twenty years younger, thirty pounds lighter, didn’t have a wife who’d slit my wrists and still had all my hair…”
“Yeah. Keep dreaming.” Harry signaled for another round.
The minute she passed into the kitchen, Rachel took a deep breath. It always smelled like heaven. “Okay, Rio, what’s good tonight?”
“Everything’s always good.” He grinned, wiping his big hands on his apron. “But tonight my fried chicken’s number one.”
“There must be a drumstick with my name on it. Hey, Nick.” Now as at home here as she was in her mama’s kitchen, she eased against the counter where he was stacking the dishes. “How’s it going?”
“By last count, I’ve washed six thousand and eighty-two plates.” But he smiled when he said it. “Zack mentioned you might be coming by tonight. I’ve been looking for you.”
Rio handed her a plate heaped with fried chicken, creamed potatoes and coleslaw. “If I came by any more often, they’d have to roll me in and out the door.”
“You eat.” Rio gestured with his spatula before he flipped burgers. “I like to see a woman with hips.”
“You’re about to.” Her willpower was nonexistent when she was faced with Rio’s extra-spicy chicken. Rachel began to eat where she stood. “Definitely number one,” she said with her mouth full. Rio grinned. “So, did you want to see me about anything in particular?” she asked Nick.
“No.” He brushed a hand down her hair. “I just wanted to see you.”
Whoops. “Nick, I really think—”
“We’ve only got a couple of weeks to go.”
“I know.” She shifted slightly, putting the plate between them. “In fact, I was able to speak to the DA, tell him about your progress. He doesn’t plan on making an objection to the suspended sentence and probation we expect from Judge Beckett.”
“I knew I could count on you, but I wasn’t just thinking about that.”
She gave him a quick shake. “And yours. Don’t try to con me with that bull about not being real brothers. You care just as much about him as he does about you. I know how much it meant to you to walk in there and see that piano. Mama had the same look on her face on Mother’s Day, but it was easier for her to show what she was feeling. You just need a little practice.”
Closing his eyes, he laid his brow against hers. “I don’t know what to say to him. How to act. Nobody’s ever… I’ve never had anybody. When I was a kid, I just wanted to hang around him. Then he took off.”
“I know. Try to remember he wasn’t much more than a kid himself when he did. He’s not going anywhere now.” Rachel kissed both his cheeks, as her mother might have done. “Why don’t you go back inside, Nick, and do what you do best?”
“What’s that?”
She smiled at him. “Play it by ear. Go on. He’s dying for you to try it out.”
“Yeah. Okay.” He took a step back. “You coming?”
“No, I’ve got some things to do.” Some things to think about, she thought, correcting herself. “Tell Zack I’ll see him later.”
But she waited after he’d gone in. Standing on the sidewalk, she watched the window. And after a while, very faintly, she heard the sound of music.
CHAPTER TEN
“Yo, Rachel.” Pete straightened on his stool and sucked in some of his comfortable stomach when he spotted Rachel swinging through the front door of the bar. “How ’bout I buy you a drink?”
“I might just let you do that.” But her smile was for Zack as she hung her coat on one of the hooks by the door. As she crossed the room, she shot a meaningful glance at the blonde who was seductively wrapped around a bar stool, purring an order for another drink while she walked her fingers up Zack’s arm. “Busy night?”
Lola juggled a tray as she passed. “That one’s on her third stinger,” she said to Rachel under her breath. “And those big blue eyes of hers have been crawling all over the boss for two hours.”
“That’s all she’ll do—unless she wants those eyes black-and-blue.”
Lola gave a snap of appreciative laughter. “Atta girl. Hey, hold on a minute.” With a skill Rachel admired, Lola served a full tray of drinks, emptied ashtrays and replaced an empty basket of chips. “See the brunette by the juke?”
With her lips pursed, Rachel studied the slim jean-clad hips and the waterfall of honey-brown hair. “Don’t tell me I have to worry about her, too?”
“No, I do. That’s my oldest.”
“Your daughter? She’s gorgeous.”
“Yeah. That’s why I have to worry. Anyway, Zack’s been hinting around about how he’d like Nick to meet some people closer to his own age, so I talked her into coming in, having one of Rio’s burgers.”
“And?”
“Nick looked. Actually, he was pretty enthusiastic about busing tables tonight. But he didn’t make a move in her direction.”
“Looking’s good,” Rachel mused. “It wouldn’t bother you if he was interested enough to ask her out?”
“Nick’s okay. Besides, my Terri can take care of herself.” Lola winked. “Takes after her mom. Keep your pants on,” she shouted to the table of four that was signaling to her. “Catch you later.”
“Well, now…” Rachel eased onto the stool between Harry and Pete. A glass of white wine was already waiting for her. “What’s the latest?”
“Seven-letter word for rapture,” Harry told her. “Ending in ‘y’.”
Rachel smiled into her wine. “Ecstasy,” she said, watching Zack.
“Okay!” Pleased with that, he skimmed over the blank spaces in his puzzle. “Here’s another seven. Characterized by a lack of substance.”
“Perfect,” she murmured, shifting her gaze to the blonde, who was leaning her cle**age over the bar. “Try vacuous.”
“Damn, you’re good.”
“Harry,” she gave him a smile that had him going beet red, “I’m terrific. Keep an eye on things for me. I want to talk to Nick.”
Pete watched her go, sighed. “If I was twenty years younger, thirty pounds lighter, didn’t have a wife who’d slit my wrists and still had all my hair…”
“Yeah. Keep dreaming.” Harry signaled for another round.
The minute she passed into the kitchen, Rachel took a deep breath. It always smelled like heaven. “Okay, Rio, what’s good tonight?”
“Everything’s always good.” He grinned, wiping his big hands on his apron. “But tonight my fried chicken’s number one.”
“There must be a drumstick with my name on it. Hey, Nick.” Now as at home here as she was in her mama’s kitchen, she eased against the counter where he was stacking the dishes. “How’s it going?”
“By last count, I’ve washed six thousand and eighty-two plates.” But he smiled when he said it. “Zack mentioned you might be coming by tonight. I’ve been looking for you.”
Rio handed her a plate heaped with fried chicken, creamed potatoes and coleslaw. “If I came by any more often, they’d have to roll me in and out the door.”
“You eat.” Rio gestured with his spatula before he flipped burgers. “I like to see a woman with hips.”
“You’re about to.” Her willpower was nonexistent when she was faced with Rio’s extra-spicy chicken. Rachel began to eat where she stood. “Definitely number one,” she said with her mouth full. Rio grinned. “So, did you want to see me about anything in particular?” she asked Nick.
“No.” He brushed a hand down her hair. “I just wanted to see you.”
Whoops. “Nick, I really think—”
“We’ve only got a couple of weeks to go.”
“I know.” She shifted slightly, putting the plate between them. “In fact, I was able to speak to the DA, tell him about your progress. He doesn’t plan on making an objection to the suspended sentence and probation we expect from Judge Beckett.”
“I knew I could count on you, but I wasn’t just thinking about that.”
