When We Met
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“Our mayor Marsha?”
Taryn nodded. “Shocking, right? That’s what I thought, too. Doesn’t she have a reputation for meddling? Which means I don’t know how to help. Like I said, I can’t really go up to her and hand her a suit. It’s weird and she might be insulted.”
Isabel picked up her soda. “So let’s have an exchange party.”
“A what?”
“A clothing exchange. We can hold it here. We invite a bunch of women to bring in clothes they no longer want and we exchange them with each other. We can ask for a small donation for a local charity if you want to make it seem like there’s a cause involved. So your friend doesn’t get suspicious.”
“It’s Bailey Voss. Do you know her?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“She’s great. If we wore the same size, I would give her one of my suits.”
Isabel eyed her. “Is anyone your size? Aside from supermodels?”
“Very funny. I like your idea of an exchange party. I could buy a couple of suits and pretend they’re part of the exchange. How do I find out her size?”
“I’ll take care of that,” Isabel said, writing down the name. “After working in this place, I can judge a size at fifty yards.” She looked back at Taryn. “Don’t buy anything too fancy. She won’t be comfortable in it.”
Taryn nodded. “Should I let you take care of the suit purchasing?”
“No offense, but yes. I’ll also have one of my tailors at the party to do instant alterations.”
“I’ll cover that cost,” Taryn told her. She remembered Bailey’s scuffed flats. “Let’s do shoes and handbags. Why don’t we say everyone has to put five dollars in the pot for every item they take? Can you judge shoe sizes?”
“Not as well,” Isabel admitted. “How tall is she?”
“About five-seven.”
“So nothing below a seven, most likely.” Isabel grinned. “You have big feet. Bring some of your old shoes.”
Taryn glared at her. “I do not have big feet. I’m tall. My feet are appropriately sized.”
“You’re a nine or a nine and a half. That’s not petite.”
“I’m ignoring you,” Taryn told her. “Okay, we’ll have an exchange party. Let’s get the word out. Oh, wait. I know. I’ll hire Dellina to organize the whole thing. We can have food and music.” She thought about her ongoing tussle with Sam. “It’s not like she’s working on the company party.”
“The what?”
“Nothing,” Taryn said with a sigh. “Score business. Anyway, yes, let’s do this. We’ll have fun.”
* * *
“OKAY, THIS IS a stretch, even for Fool’s Gold,” Taryn said as she and Angel walked through the center of town. “I’ll accept celebrating the major holidays and summer and fall and harvest, but Rosie the Riveter Days? Seriously?”
“Haven’t you been reading the posters?” Angel asked with a grin. “She might have come from around here.”
“I don’t think so.”
“But you can’t be sure. Besides, we’re celebrating the contribution of women. You should support that.”
“I’ll support it more when there isn’t any pay inequity left.” She glanced at the tourists clogging the streets. “Not that I don’t love a good festival.”
“You don’t,” he teased.
She smiled at him. “I’m getting used to them.”
It was a sunny Saturday morning. Angel had called the previous night and suggested they spend the day together. They were going to cruise the festival through lunch, then maybe catch a movie. He would grill steaks for them that night and tomorrow they would work on her garden.
Implied in the invitation was him spending the night—a plan she could totally support. Lately she’d found herself sleeping better when Angel was in her bed. Of course that could be about the things they did before they fell asleep, but she was open to that, as well.
Now, as he took her hand, she laced her fingers with his and felt the swell of contentment in her body. Being around Angel made her feel good.
They moved slowly with the flow of the crowds. There were booths lining the streets. A schedule of events promised live music later.
“Angel, Taryn!”
Allison, a little blonde girl with glasses, ran up to them. She wore a pink T-shirt and white shorts. As she reached them, she pushed up her glasses.
“Hi. I saw you and wanted to introduce my uncle Ryder.” She was dragging a good-looking guy behind her. He looked to be around thirty, with tanned skin and a crooked smile. He was tall, maybe six-three, so he towered over the little girl. “He’s a really famous photographer.” She paused to beam at them. “He’s my favorite uncle.”
Ryder shook hands with both of them. “Hi,” he said. “Allison gets a little carried away. I’m not that famous.”
Taryn liked how Ryder put his hands on Allison’s shoulders in a gesture of love and support, rather than getting annoyed with her.
“You’re her favorite uncle,” Taryn said.
“I’m her only uncle.”
Allison shook her head. “You’d be my favorite, no matter what. Angel is my Grove Keeper.”
Ryder’s mouth twitched. “That’s right. You’re an Acorn.” He turned his attention to Angel. “How are you enjoying the FWM?”
“You know about it?” Angel asked.
“I lived in Fool’s Gold until I was about ten. Then we moved to Denver.” He glanced around. “Great place. I was sorry to go.”
“He’s visiting for the weekend,” Allison said, leaning against Ryder. “I showed him my beads.”
They spoke a few more minutes, and then Allison dragged her uncle away to buy her an elephant ear. Taryn watched them go.
“You’re good with the girls,” she said. “They adore you.”
“I’m their only Grove Keeper. They don’t know any better.”
“Which makes them easier to fool? I don’t think so, big guy. They’re crazy about you.” She nudged his arm. “Besides, you can French-braid now. You’re invaluable.”
“I’d been looking for a skill to round out my résumé.”
She was still laughing when they stopped in front of a display of hats. The hats themselves were cloth, with a brim that could be rolled up or left down. But what made them different were the silk flowers. Some of the arrangements were small, with only a few buds, while others were full-on bouquets.
Taryn tugged on Angel’s hand, but he wasn’t budging.
“No way,” he told her. “I heard that this year it’s all about accessories, so I’m buying you a hat.”
A hat she would never wear, she thought as he selected, then rejected several options. Then he picked up a soft black hat with dark red roses and plenty of green leaves and put it on her head. He adjusted the brim until it was how he wanted it, then turned her toward the mirror.
“What do you think?” he asked.
The hat wasn’t anything she would ever wear, but that wasn’t the point. She could see herself and part of him. He kept fussing with the way the hat sat on her head. As his fingers lightly stroked her cheek, she felt a tightness in her chest. A tightness unlike anything she’d experienced before.
Her breath caught and the world spun a little before settling. And then she knew. She was in love with Angel.
She who had vowed to never risk her heart, no matter what. She who defined her world by how much she controlled it. She who had always prided herself on her toughness, had fallen deeply and profoundly in love.
“Taryn?” Angel’s voice was sharp. “What’s wrong?” He turned her to face him. “You went pale.” He touched her forehead, then reached for her wrist and felt for her pulse. “Your heart is racing. Are you sick?”
She was, she thought frantically. Sick with love. Oh God. How had this happened? Why hadn’t she been paying attention?
But after the panic came certainty. This was right, she thought. Whatever happened, however this ended, she had fallen in love. And by giving her heart, she’d broken free of the last bond her father had on her. She’d overcome the fear.
She drew in a breath and smiled at him. “I’m okay. Just a little light-headed. I didn’t eat this morning.”
He tossed the hat lady the money for the hat, then put his arm around Taryn’s waist and led her toward the food booths. “We’ll get something into you right now.”
His touch was sure, she thought. She knew he would take care of her. It wasn’t love—he’d already given his heart and couldn’t do it again. She understood that. Later, she would deal with that pain, but for now it was enough to know that she wasn’t as freakish as she’d feared. She was almost like everyone else.
Angel got her a wrap and a soda for each of them, then made sure she ate all of hers. They were still discussing what to do that afternoon when Consuelo walked up and handed them each a piece of paper. There was an address on it.
“Five o’clock this afternoon,” she said, glaring at them. “It’s Kent’s mother’s house. There’ll be food. Don’t be late and don’t tell me you can’t make it. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Angel said.
Taryn smiled. “I’m not frightened by you, and yes, I’ll be there, too. What’s going on?”
“Nothing I want to talk about,” Consuelo grumbled, and walked away.
* * *
TARYN HADN’T BEEN sure what to wear to Consuelo’s undefined event. She figured it was something like a barbecue so chose a simple summer dress with a sweater to ward off any chill. As walking on grass might be required, she chose a platform sandal.
Angel picked her up at a quarter to five and they drove the few blocks to Denise’s house. There were already a few cars parked in front and several people walking up the front walk.
“Big party,” he said, then went around to the passenger side of his SUV and helped her out. As she slid to the ground, he leaned close. “Let’s not stay too late.”
The combination of his breath and his voice made her shiver. She looked into his eyes. “An early night sounds nice.”
He brushed his lips against her cheek before they headed toward the front door.
Nevada Hendrix Janack, one of the Hendrix triplet sisters, met them in the foyer. “Everyone’s out back,” she said. “Just go through the house. There’s plenty of seating.” She paused. “Angel, right?”
He nodded.
“My brother needs to speak to you.” She pointed to a hallway. “Down there. Taryn, can you find your own way to the backyard?”
Ford appeared and grabbed Angel’s arm. “You made it. Good. Hey, Taryn.” With that, both of them were gone.
Taryn wondered what on earth was happening. She followed the directions to the rear of the house and entered a large kitchen. From there she could see out big windows. A huge tent had been set up outside. The sides were rolled up so she could see the twinkle lights decorating the poles. Chairs had been set up in rows, with a center aisle. There was a beautiful cake on a small table at the far end of the garden, a dance floor to the left and flowers everywhere. If she didn’t know better, she would swear they’d been invited to a wedding.
Dellina came in from the backyard, saw Taryn and grinned. “Can’t talk. Way too busy. Who plans a wedding with twenty-four hours’ notice? It’s not possible, but here we are.”
Taryn didn’t have to ask the name of the bride. There was only one couple who would get married in Denise’s yard like this.
She walked outside. The guests were talking and obviously excited about what was happening. Servers circulated with glasses of champagne and trays of appetizers.
“My lady.”
She turned and saw Jack holding out a glass to her. She took it and smiled at him. “You’re here.”
“We were summoned,” he said, motioning to where Sam and Kenny were talking to some people she didn’t know.
“Larissa is going to be sorry to miss the wedding,” Taryn said. Larissa had gone back to L.A. to visit one of her sisters for the weekend.
“I’ll save her a piece of cake. Where’s your date?”
“I don’t know. He was whisked away. He might be part of the wedding party.” Angel had known Consuelo a long time. She would guess the other woman wanted him involved.
“They pulled this together fast,” Jack said. Despite the afternoon sun, he looked comfortable in his suit and tie. Of course Jack was comfortable everywhere.
“You have no idea.” Taryn told him about her recent lunch with friends and Consuelo’s meltdown. “Maybe this is how she could get it done.”
Jack put his arm around her. “Marriage wasn’t so bad.”
“All six weeks of it?” she asked lightly.
He smiled at her.
Mayor Marsha moved to the front of the tent and asked everyone to find a seat. Taryn and Jack sat together. She saved a seat for Angel in case he joined them later. Music started. Kent, Reese and Ford appeared up by the mayor.
Felicia started up the aisle. The maid of honor, Taryn would guess. The wedding march began and the guests rose. She turned to see Consuelo in a full-on wedding gown, complete with veil, being escorted by Angel and Justice. She looked beautiful and fierce. Taryn had a feeling she was fighting serious nerves.
Taryn nodded. “Shocking, right? That’s what I thought, too. Doesn’t she have a reputation for meddling? Which means I don’t know how to help. Like I said, I can’t really go up to her and hand her a suit. It’s weird and she might be insulted.”
Isabel picked up her soda. “So let’s have an exchange party.”
“A what?”
“A clothing exchange. We can hold it here. We invite a bunch of women to bring in clothes they no longer want and we exchange them with each other. We can ask for a small donation for a local charity if you want to make it seem like there’s a cause involved. So your friend doesn’t get suspicious.”
“It’s Bailey Voss. Do you know her?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“She’s great. If we wore the same size, I would give her one of my suits.”
Isabel eyed her. “Is anyone your size? Aside from supermodels?”
“Very funny. I like your idea of an exchange party. I could buy a couple of suits and pretend they’re part of the exchange. How do I find out her size?”
“I’ll take care of that,” Isabel said, writing down the name. “After working in this place, I can judge a size at fifty yards.” She looked back at Taryn. “Don’t buy anything too fancy. She won’t be comfortable in it.”
Taryn nodded. “Should I let you take care of the suit purchasing?”
“No offense, but yes. I’ll also have one of my tailors at the party to do instant alterations.”
“I’ll cover that cost,” Taryn told her. She remembered Bailey’s scuffed flats. “Let’s do shoes and handbags. Why don’t we say everyone has to put five dollars in the pot for every item they take? Can you judge shoe sizes?”
“Not as well,” Isabel admitted. “How tall is she?”
“About five-seven.”
“So nothing below a seven, most likely.” Isabel grinned. “You have big feet. Bring some of your old shoes.”
Taryn glared at her. “I do not have big feet. I’m tall. My feet are appropriately sized.”
“You’re a nine or a nine and a half. That’s not petite.”
“I’m ignoring you,” Taryn told her. “Okay, we’ll have an exchange party. Let’s get the word out. Oh, wait. I know. I’ll hire Dellina to organize the whole thing. We can have food and music.” She thought about her ongoing tussle with Sam. “It’s not like she’s working on the company party.”
“The what?”
“Nothing,” Taryn said with a sigh. “Score business. Anyway, yes, let’s do this. We’ll have fun.”
* * *
“OKAY, THIS IS a stretch, even for Fool’s Gold,” Taryn said as she and Angel walked through the center of town. “I’ll accept celebrating the major holidays and summer and fall and harvest, but Rosie the Riveter Days? Seriously?”
“Haven’t you been reading the posters?” Angel asked with a grin. “She might have come from around here.”
“I don’t think so.”
“But you can’t be sure. Besides, we’re celebrating the contribution of women. You should support that.”
“I’ll support it more when there isn’t any pay inequity left.” She glanced at the tourists clogging the streets. “Not that I don’t love a good festival.”
“You don’t,” he teased.
She smiled at him. “I’m getting used to them.”
It was a sunny Saturday morning. Angel had called the previous night and suggested they spend the day together. They were going to cruise the festival through lunch, then maybe catch a movie. He would grill steaks for them that night and tomorrow they would work on her garden.
Implied in the invitation was him spending the night—a plan she could totally support. Lately she’d found herself sleeping better when Angel was in her bed. Of course that could be about the things they did before they fell asleep, but she was open to that, as well.
Now, as he took her hand, she laced her fingers with his and felt the swell of contentment in her body. Being around Angel made her feel good.
They moved slowly with the flow of the crowds. There were booths lining the streets. A schedule of events promised live music later.
“Angel, Taryn!”
Allison, a little blonde girl with glasses, ran up to them. She wore a pink T-shirt and white shorts. As she reached them, she pushed up her glasses.
“Hi. I saw you and wanted to introduce my uncle Ryder.” She was dragging a good-looking guy behind her. He looked to be around thirty, with tanned skin and a crooked smile. He was tall, maybe six-three, so he towered over the little girl. “He’s a really famous photographer.” She paused to beam at them. “He’s my favorite uncle.”
Ryder shook hands with both of them. “Hi,” he said. “Allison gets a little carried away. I’m not that famous.”
Taryn liked how Ryder put his hands on Allison’s shoulders in a gesture of love and support, rather than getting annoyed with her.
“You’re her favorite uncle,” Taryn said.
“I’m her only uncle.”
Allison shook her head. “You’d be my favorite, no matter what. Angel is my Grove Keeper.”
Ryder’s mouth twitched. “That’s right. You’re an Acorn.” He turned his attention to Angel. “How are you enjoying the FWM?”
“You know about it?” Angel asked.
“I lived in Fool’s Gold until I was about ten. Then we moved to Denver.” He glanced around. “Great place. I was sorry to go.”
“He’s visiting for the weekend,” Allison said, leaning against Ryder. “I showed him my beads.”
They spoke a few more minutes, and then Allison dragged her uncle away to buy her an elephant ear. Taryn watched them go.
“You’re good with the girls,” she said. “They adore you.”
“I’m their only Grove Keeper. They don’t know any better.”
“Which makes them easier to fool? I don’t think so, big guy. They’re crazy about you.” She nudged his arm. “Besides, you can French-braid now. You’re invaluable.”
“I’d been looking for a skill to round out my résumé.”
She was still laughing when they stopped in front of a display of hats. The hats themselves were cloth, with a brim that could be rolled up or left down. But what made them different were the silk flowers. Some of the arrangements were small, with only a few buds, while others were full-on bouquets.
Taryn tugged on Angel’s hand, but he wasn’t budging.
“No way,” he told her. “I heard that this year it’s all about accessories, so I’m buying you a hat.”
A hat she would never wear, she thought as he selected, then rejected several options. Then he picked up a soft black hat with dark red roses and plenty of green leaves and put it on her head. He adjusted the brim until it was how he wanted it, then turned her toward the mirror.
“What do you think?” he asked.
The hat wasn’t anything she would ever wear, but that wasn’t the point. She could see herself and part of him. He kept fussing with the way the hat sat on her head. As his fingers lightly stroked her cheek, she felt a tightness in her chest. A tightness unlike anything she’d experienced before.
Her breath caught and the world spun a little before settling. And then she knew. She was in love with Angel.
She who had vowed to never risk her heart, no matter what. She who defined her world by how much she controlled it. She who had always prided herself on her toughness, had fallen deeply and profoundly in love.
“Taryn?” Angel’s voice was sharp. “What’s wrong?” He turned her to face him. “You went pale.” He touched her forehead, then reached for her wrist and felt for her pulse. “Your heart is racing. Are you sick?”
She was, she thought frantically. Sick with love. Oh God. How had this happened? Why hadn’t she been paying attention?
But after the panic came certainty. This was right, she thought. Whatever happened, however this ended, she had fallen in love. And by giving her heart, she’d broken free of the last bond her father had on her. She’d overcome the fear.
She drew in a breath and smiled at him. “I’m okay. Just a little light-headed. I didn’t eat this morning.”
He tossed the hat lady the money for the hat, then put his arm around Taryn’s waist and led her toward the food booths. “We’ll get something into you right now.”
His touch was sure, she thought. She knew he would take care of her. It wasn’t love—he’d already given his heart and couldn’t do it again. She understood that. Later, she would deal with that pain, but for now it was enough to know that she wasn’t as freakish as she’d feared. She was almost like everyone else.
Angel got her a wrap and a soda for each of them, then made sure she ate all of hers. They were still discussing what to do that afternoon when Consuelo walked up and handed them each a piece of paper. There was an address on it.
“Five o’clock this afternoon,” she said, glaring at them. “It’s Kent’s mother’s house. There’ll be food. Don’t be late and don’t tell me you can’t make it. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Angel said.
Taryn smiled. “I’m not frightened by you, and yes, I’ll be there, too. What’s going on?”
“Nothing I want to talk about,” Consuelo grumbled, and walked away.
* * *
TARYN HADN’T BEEN sure what to wear to Consuelo’s undefined event. She figured it was something like a barbecue so chose a simple summer dress with a sweater to ward off any chill. As walking on grass might be required, she chose a platform sandal.
Angel picked her up at a quarter to five and they drove the few blocks to Denise’s house. There were already a few cars parked in front and several people walking up the front walk.
“Big party,” he said, then went around to the passenger side of his SUV and helped her out. As she slid to the ground, he leaned close. “Let’s not stay too late.”
The combination of his breath and his voice made her shiver. She looked into his eyes. “An early night sounds nice.”
He brushed his lips against her cheek before they headed toward the front door.
Nevada Hendrix Janack, one of the Hendrix triplet sisters, met them in the foyer. “Everyone’s out back,” she said. “Just go through the house. There’s plenty of seating.” She paused. “Angel, right?”
He nodded.
“My brother needs to speak to you.” She pointed to a hallway. “Down there. Taryn, can you find your own way to the backyard?”
Ford appeared and grabbed Angel’s arm. “You made it. Good. Hey, Taryn.” With that, both of them were gone.
Taryn wondered what on earth was happening. She followed the directions to the rear of the house and entered a large kitchen. From there she could see out big windows. A huge tent had been set up outside. The sides were rolled up so she could see the twinkle lights decorating the poles. Chairs had been set up in rows, with a center aisle. There was a beautiful cake on a small table at the far end of the garden, a dance floor to the left and flowers everywhere. If she didn’t know better, she would swear they’d been invited to a wedding.
Dellina came in from the backyard, saw Taryn and grinned. “Can’t talk. Way too busy. Who plans a wedding with twenty-four hours’ notice? It’s not possible, but here we are.”
Taryn didn’t have to ask the name of the bride. There was only one couple who would get married in Denise’s yard like this.
She walked outside. The guests were talking and obviously excited about what was happening. Servers circulated with glasses of champagne and trays of appetizers.
“My lady.”
She turned and saw Jack holding out a glass to her. She took it and smiled at him. “You’re here.”
“We were summoned,” he said, motioning to where Sam and Kenny were talking to some people she didn’t know.
“Larissa is going to be sorry to miss the wedding,” Taryn said. Larissa had gone back to L.A. to visit one of her sisters for the weekend.
“I’ll save her a piece of cake. Where’s your date?”
“I don’t know. He was whisked away. He might be part of the wedding party.” Angel had known Consuelo a long time. She would guess the other woman wanted him involved.
“They pulled this together fast,” Jack said. Despite the afternoon sun, he looked comfortable in his suit and tie. Of course Jack was comfortable everywhere.
“You have no idea.” Taryn told him about her recent lunch with friends and Consuelo’s meltdown. “Maybe this is how she could get it done.”
Jack put his arm around her. “Marriage wasn’t so bad.”
“All six weeks of it?” she asked lightly.
He smiled at her.
Mayor Marsha moved to the front of the tent and asked everyone to find a seat. Taryn and Jack sat together. She saved a seat for Angel in case he joined them later. Music started. Kent, Reese and Ford appeared up by the mayor.
Felicia started up the aisle. The maid of honor, Taryn would guess. The wedding march began and the guests rose. She turned to see Consuelo in a full-on wedding gown, complete with veil, being escorted by Angel and Justice. She looked beautiful and fierce. Taryn had a feeling she was fighting serious nerves.
