“Are you asking me if I was interested in anyone romantically?”
“Was that what it sounded like?” She’d been trying to find out whether there had been any lessening in his feelings for Diana. It wasn’t because she was jealous, she reminded herself.
“That’s what it sounded like,” Nick said, grinning. He poured beer into his glass, then studied her over the rim as he took a deep swallow.
“So were you?” Joy impatiently met the mirthful look in his eyes.
Maxie barked just as the front door opened.
Joy took a big frustrated breath and blew it out fast, releasing her disappointment that there wasn’t time now to press him for a response.
Nick’s gaze locked with hers. “No, I didn’t meet any woman I wanted to spend more than one night with or even a single night with.”
“Oh,” Joy managed to say, before her mother appeared in the kitchen, followed by Diana and Kevin. All three looked as surprised to see Nick as Joy had been.
“Nick…” Emily Mackey gushed. She was an attractively unfussy woman on the cusp of turning fifty. Short brown hair framed her lively round face. “It’s wonderful to see you again. We couldn’t imagine whose car was in the driveway.”
“It’s wonderful to see you,” Nick said, returning the smile. He was on his feet, enthusiastically ready to receive a hug, bending to accommodate Emily, who was inches shorter than both her daughters.
Kevin approached to shake his hand, then thump him on the back, getting a thump in return from Nick as males will do in place of an embrace.
“Son of a gun,” Kevin said with a grin almost identical to the grin he was getting from Nick. “I thought you still had pictures to take.”
“I couldn’t think of any picture I wanted to take more than one of you getting hog-tied.” Nick raised his eyebrows, relieved to see that Kevin appeared really happy he’d arrived.
Then it was Nick and Diana facing each other as Kevin drew Diana to his side.
“Hi, Nick,” Diana said slowly.
“Diana,” Nick replied without a grin. He hoped she was truly in love with Kevin. She was going to have him to answer to if his brother got hurt.
Joy caught the lingering look between Nick and Diana and glanced quickly at Kevin to check for his take on the situation. Kevin’s brown eyes gazed affectionately—and naively—at Diana. Joy resisted an impulse to punch Kevin in the head.
“Joy, did you put on coffee?” Emily Mackey asked, taking off her coat, adding it to the leather jacket and navy pea coat already on hooks.
“No, but I will,” she replied. Joy watched Diana and Nick break their regard of each other, and she walked over to the counter where the coffee maker was.
Filling the pot with water, Joy observed as Kevin assisted Diana with her coat. Joy already knew what Diana was wearing underneath her coat. A short, straight black skirt, a white cashmere sweater, black tights and sexy black high-heeled boots.
Joy craned her neck to see if Nick was appraising her sister. When she saw that Diana did indeed have his attention—Joy let the water spill out over the top of the glass coffeepot. Embarrassed she quickly turned off the faucet.
Kevin said to his brother, “I know you gave up your lease. You’ll stay with me.”
“Thanks, Kev,” Nick replied. “But I figured on finding a place here in Greenport.”
Water sluiced over the sides of the coffee maker as Joy poured from the pot. Of course he wanted to stay in Greenport! All the better to see Diana.
“There’s no need for you to look for someplace to stay. There’s certainly plenty of room here,” Emily Mackey announced. “The downstairs is a mess with all the painting going on, but the bedrooms are all fine.”
“That would be great, but are you sure I won’t be in the way?”
Joy gnawed her bottom lip as she mopped up water from the counter with a sponge. Didn’t anyone else realize what was going on here? Was she the only one that wasn’t naive?
“Not another word about it,” Emily Mackey insisted. “Joy, I’ll finish making the coffee. Would you two girls go up and get a room ready? Nick, please finish your sandwich. I’ve got cherry pie for you. I baked just this morning.”
Joy and Diana left the kitchen. Kevin walked out behind them to hang his coat and Diana’s in the front hall closet. The three maneuvered around furniture that had been covered with heavy drop cloths and pushed into the middle of the living room. The front entryway was the only completed section on the first floor.
“Hurry up you two,” Kevin said as Diana and Joy started up the stairs to the landing. “I can’t stay too late. I’ve got briefs to go over tonight.”
“You’d better not be thinking of bringing any briefs on our honeymoon,” Diana replied over her shoulder.
“I’m not figuring on bringing any briefs at all,” Kevin called back up to Diana.
Diana smiled to Joy showing her amusement with Kevin’s retort.
She wasn’t in a smiling mood, but Joy gave it her all to smile back as they reached the second floor. “Did you ever think of not waiting any longer and just eloping?”
“Don’t be silly,” Diana answered with indignation. “I want a church wedding with all the trimmings. And I want my reception here, where no one else has had their reception. It’s going to be just perfect having it here once everything’s all together. Don’t you think so?”
Joy wistfully nodded her head as she opened the door to the linen closet in the hallway. If she were getting married she’d want it to be just the way Diana had it planned.
“Which bedroom do you think we should put Nick in?” Diana asked her.
“How about the attic bedroom?” Joy suggested, gathering together a set of sheets.
“I think Mom would rather have us all on the same floor. Let’s put him in the bedroom between yours and mine.”
Joy scowled.
“What?” Diana asked.
“Nothing.”
Diana wouldn’t let it go. “Was it obvious to you, too?”
“Was what obvious?” Joy asked innocently.
“Nick. He’s still in love with me. Did you see the look in his eyes when we said hello to each other?”
“I saw it.”
“Poor Nick.” Diana released a deep breath. “I really feel badly about it.”
Joy didn’t think Diana felt half as bad as she did—not that Joy imagined Nick could ever be interested in her, even if Diana was out of the picture.
Nick couldn’t sleep. He turned the lamp on next to his bed and reached for his watch. Seeing that it was nearing midnight, he realized he’d been tossing around for close to an hour. Could it have something to do with the pizza he’d shared with Joy at ten o’clock? They’d been the only two interested in food, so Nick had gone out and brought a pizza back. However, Nick decided his inability to sleep had less to do with the food he’d eaten and more to do with the company he’d shared it with.
Nick grinned and thought about Joy fast asleep and curled up in her bed. He wondered if she slept on her stomach. Or flat on her back the way she’d.been