“What are you doing?”
“What do you mean?” Pulling into a parking spot in front of the first building, he gave her a wary look. “Are you okay?”
No, she wasn’t okay. He was freaking her out. “This is a joke, right?”
Derek pointed to the corner apartment of the building directly in front of them. “‘E.T. go home,’” he recited, using a forlorn voice.
No. “You’re serious? You live there—since—?”
“Since I arrived in Colorado. It’ll be a year in March.” He pointed to the black SUV parked in the spot next to him. “That’s mine. Why?”
Her heart sinking, Eve reached over to shut off the ignition and pulled out her keys. She used them to point to the building diagonally across from his, specifically the bottom corner apartment. “That’s me,” she said.
Derek glanced from her to the point of her direction and back again. Then his chest started to shake on a soft laugh. “Well. Hello, neighbor … again.”
Derek meant to bring a little levity into the moment, considering that this was playing out to be a classic case of fate having the last laugh. But one look at Eve Easton’s adorable, but horrified face, and his smile waned. Damn, but the cutie was hard on his ego. The situation wasn’t as awful as all that … was it?
“Okay,” he began slowly, “you don’t think this is even the slightest bit amusing?”
“More like a bad dream.”
“Thanks a lot.”
Eve had the grace to wince. “Excuse me. I didn’t mean—”
“That you were appalled at the idea of living next door to me? And here I thought that lovely little interlude we shared in the sunroom would be—”
“This would be a good time to start forgetting that.”
“Why on earth would I want to? Tonight was the best time I’ve had since moving here. Come to think of it, it’s the best New Year’s Eve I’ve had in … long enough,” he said, realizing he was already giving away too much. She’d already managed to deflate him; there was no point in proving that not only did his love life suck, his determination to make high marks with his superiors had turned him into a workaholic. “The point is I’d hoped we’d gotten past that your-ex-dumped-you-for-my-ex hurdle.”
“I did, too … back when I assured myself that it wasn’t as if I would be seeing you every day.”
“I don’t remember the word blunt being used in reference to you.”
“I’m not being insensitive, I’m being real-time honest. Jeez, I wish I had that wine right now.”
Chuckling, Derek replied, “Evie, come on, the way we’re going I’d better wish you a happy Valentine’s, Halloween and Christmas, because it’ll be next New Year’s before we’re apt to run into each other again!”
She moaned with dismay. “Don’t call me that.”
“What? Evie?” Now he was at a loss for words. He’d meant it as an endearment. For this bizarrely intriguing conversation they were having, Eve seemed too formal, and Evie spoke to his wish that they could still be back in that sunroom with her gently murmuring lyrics that he found himself yearning in that moment to be true.
“It’s what my family calls me, especially when they’re about to patronize me for something I did or advice I wouldn’t take. Another gift that comes with being the youngest. Remember I mentioned my older brother is Nicholas? No one has called him Nick in years. He’s a cardiac surgeon. My older sister Sela is a corporate attorney. Her look will give you a freezer burn if you call her anything else.”
“I’m not patronizing you, and I understand now how pulling in here the way I did must have panicked you, but—” he gestured to their respective residences “—this is what it is.”
She shook her head as if still fighting reality with herself. After a few more seconds, though, she said, “You’re taking it awfully well.”
“Maybe because I’m honestly glad to see you again.” Leaning over a few inches he said, “This is where you could say something like, ‘You know what, Derek? I’m happy to have had a chance to see you again, too.’”
With a sheepish smile, she said, “Consider it said.”
Continuing to gauge the proximity of their buildings, Derek added, “It is odd that we haven’t crossed paths sooner.”
“The truth is that I rarely see anyone in this place except for service people and the groundskeepers. So many of the residents are professionals who tend to head to their workplaces from five-thirty to seven-thirty every morning. Rae and I usually don’t get into our office until nine because we’re often on the job later into the evening.”
“That would explain it,” Derek said, having come to the same conclusion himself. “I’m usually heading in by seven. Although that doesn’t explain weekends. What do you do on weekends, play Sleeping Beauty?” That would account for her whipped-cream complexion. His fingers itched to touch her again—in places that would probably leave her with a permanent blush.
“Hardly. That’s when I am likely to be gone before daylight, possibly not to return until dark again. We have a number of clients who, out of necessity, schedule their events for the weekend.”
“Makes sense.”
Derek hoped she would continue, to share what some of those events were like. Despite her reserve, tonight felt a little too close to kismet or destiny to see it end yet. Instead, she opened her door.
As she exited the SUV, he did, too, hurrying to help her, which proved a necessary thing when he saw that she had more ice and snow on her side than he’d previously realized—another indication that the woman had gotten to him in more ways than one. He literally lifted her by her waist as though she were a doll and placed her safety on the clear and dry walkway. “Sorry for not seeing that.”
“It’s okay,” she said a little breathless. “Derek … I hope you know that I do wish you only happiness?”
She was truly adorable with her big blue eyes refreshingly absent of guile and her mermaid-sleek body half hidden from him by a jacket, whose color perfectly matched her lip gloss. Those lips stirred hunger anew in him. Derek suspected that she didn’t have a clue as to how delectable she was because Wes the Weasel had taken her for granted, if not outright neglected her. The betrayal and divorce were the final blows to her crippled self-esteem. He hoped one day Eve would heal enough to believe that she was a delight and would be very easy to fall in love with.
“I wish you the same,” he replied with quiet earnestness. They began walking up the sidewalk that bisected their front lawns. “If things were different …”
He waited to see if she would take the bait. Women were supposed to be the curious sex and ask, “What if they were?” But she didn’t. She was proving to be an anomaly in more ways than one.
“If things were different,” he said again, determined that she hear this anyway. “I would ask you out sometime.”
At the crossroads to their respective buildings, she stopped. “That’s one of the nicest bad ideas anyone has said to me,” she said.
Unsure whether to laugh or curse, Derek had to ask the obvious. “Bad idea why?”
“Because there’s baggage, and then there’s our kind.”
“‘Our kind?’”
“Joint baggage.”
She