Annie didn’t even look at him. She was too busy looking at the jerk, and smiling.
“That ‘jerk,’” she said, “is Milton Hoffman. He’s an English professor at the university.”
Chase watched as the professor rose to his feet and threaded through the tables toward the dais. The guy was tall, and thin; he was wearing a shiny blue serge suit and he had on a bow tie. He looked more like a cadaver than a professor.
He had a smile on his face, too, as he approached Annie, and it was the smile, more than anything, that suddenly put a red film over Chase’s eyes.
“Anne,” Hoffman said. “Anne, my dear.” Annie held out her hand. Hoffman clasped it in a pasty, marshmallow paw and raised it to his lips. “It was a beautiful ceremony.”
“Thank you, Milton.”
“The flowers were perfect.”
“Thank you, Milton.”
“The music, the decorations...all wonderful.”
“Thank you, Milton.”
“And you look exquisite.”
“Thank you, Milton,” Chase said.
Annie and the Prof both swung their heads toward him. Chase smiled, showing all his teeth.
“She does, doesn’t she?” he said. “Look great, I mean.”
Annie looked at him, her eyes flaming a warning, but Chase ignored it. He leaned toward her and hooked an arm around her shoulders.
“Love that low-cut neckline, especially, babe, but then, you know how it is.” He shot Hoffman a leering grin. “Some guys are leg men, right, Milty? But me, I was always a—”
“Chase!” Color flew into Annie’s face. Hoffman’s eyes, dark and liquid behind horn-rimmed glasses, blinked once.
“You must be Anne’s husband.”
“You’re quick, Milty, I’ve got to give you that.”
“He is not my husband,” Annie said firmly, twisting out of Chase’s embrace. “He’s my ex-husband. My former husband. My once-upon-a-time-but-not-anymore husband, and frankly, if I never see him again, it’ll be too soon.” She gave Hoffman a melting smile. “I hope you’ve got your dancing shoes on, Milton, because I intend to dance the afternoon away.”
Chase smiled. He could almost feel his canine teeth turning into fangs.
“You hear that, Milty?” he said pleasantly. He felt a rush of primal pleasure when he saw Hoffman’s face turn even paler than it already was.
“Chase,” Annie said, through her teeth; “stop it.”
Chase leaned forward over the table. “She’s a wonderful dancer, our Annie. But if she’s had too much bubbly, you got to watch out. Right, babe?”
Annie opened and shut her mouth as if she were a fish. “Chase,” she said, in a strangled whisper.
“What’s the matter? Milt’s an old pal of yours, right? We wouldn’t want to keep any secrets from him, would we, babe?”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Stop calling you what?”
“You know what,” Annie said furiously. “And stop lying. I’ve never been drunk in my life.”
Chase’s lips curved up in a slow, wicked smile. “Sweetheart, come on. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the night we met.”
“I’m warning you, Chase!”
“There I was, a college freshman, minding my own business and dancing with my girlfriend at her high school’s Valentine Day dance—”
“You were never innocent,” Annie snapped.
Chase grinned. “You should know, babe. Anyway, there I was, doing the Mashed Potato, when I spied our Annie, tottering out the door, clutching her middle and looking as if she’d just eaten a bushel of green apples.”
Annie swung toward Milton Hoffman. “It wasn’t like that at all. My date had spiked my punch. How was I to know—”
A drumroll and a clash of cymbals drowned out her voice.
“...and now,” an oily, amplified voice boomed, “Mr. and Mrs. Nicholas Babbitt will take their very first dance as husband and wife.”
People began to applaud as Nick took Dawn in his arms. They moved onto the dance floor, gazing soulfully into each other’s eyes.
Annie gave Milton a beseeching look.
“Milton,” she said, “listen—”
“It’s all right,” he said quickly. “Today’s a family day, Anne. I understand.” He started to reach for her hand, caught himself, and drew back. “I’ll call you tomorrow. It was...interesting to have met you, Mr. Cooper.”
Chase smiled politely. “Call me Chase, please. There’s no need to be so formal, considering all we have in common.”
Annie didn’t know which she wanted to do more, punch Chase for his insufferable behavior or punch Milton Hoffman for being so easily scared off. It took only a second to decide that Chase was the more deserving target She glared at him as Hoffman scuttled back to his seat.
“You are lower than a snake’s belly,” she said.
Chase sighed. “Annie, listen—”
“No. No, you listen.” She pointed a trembling finger at him. “I know what you’re trying to do.”
Did she? Chase shook his head. Then, she knew more than he did. There wasn’t a reason in the world he’d acted like such a jerk just now. So what if Annie was having a thing with some guy? So what if the guy looked as if he might faint at the sight of a mouse? So what if he’d had a sudden, blazing vision of Annie in bed with the son of a bitch?
She could do what she wanted, with whom she wanted. It sure as hell didn’t matter to him.
“Are you listening to me?” she said.
Chase looked at Annie. Her face was still shot with color. It arced across her cheekbones and over the bridge of her nose, where a scattering of tiny freckles lay like sprinkles of gold. He remembered how he used to kiss those warm, golden spots after they’d made love.
“I know what you’re up to, Chase. You’re trying to ruin Dawn’s wedding because I didn’t do it the way you wanted.”
Chase’s eyebrows leaped into his hairline. “Are you nuts?”
“Oh, come off it!” Annie’s voice quavered with anger. “You wanted a big wedding in a big church, so you could invite all your fancy friends.”
“You are nuts! I never—”
“Keep your voice down!”
“I am keeping it down. You’re the one who’s—”
“Let me tell you something, Chase Cooper. This wedding is exactly the kind Dawn wanted.”
“And a damn good thing, too. If it had been up to you, our daughter might have ended up getting married on a hillside in her bare feet—”
“Oh, and what that would have done to Mr. Chase Cooper’s image!”
“—while some idiot played a satyr in the background.”
“Sitar,” Annie hissed. “It’s called a sitar, Cooper, although you probably know a lot more about satyrs than you do about musical instruments.”
“Are we back to that again?” Chase snarled, and Annie’s color heightened
“No.