Matt laughed. “I’ll see you a little after eight.”
Thanks to the files on her desk, Maggie missed the dance class. It was eight-fifteen before she pulled into the health club parking lot.
And there he was. Her jungle man. Hanging out right by the door, leaning against the wall. Dressed in jeans and that white T-shirt, just like in her fantasy.
Only this was real.
He was just standing there, as if he were waiting for her. And she was going to have to rush right past him, because she’d already kept Matt waiting.
Boy, she hated being late.
But as she moved toward him, the jungle man pushed himself up and off the wall. His hair was down around his shoulders, shiny and clean. His shoulders and chest were unbelievably broad, and the muscles in his arms actually strained against the sleeves of his T-shirt.
His face was twice as handsome as she’d imagined—although the twilight still made it hard to see him clearly.
He smiled as she drew closer, and she realized that his cheekbones were indeed a work of art. And his chin and his smile with those gracefully shaped lips, and those golden brown eyes that were—oh my God!—Matthew’s eyes…
Maggie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been completely speechless. But she sure as hell was speechless now.
Matthew.
Her fantasy jungle man was actually her old buddy Matthew.
He’d put on some weight, all right, but it was all solid muscle.
“Hey, Mags,” he said—Matt’s voice coming out of this stranger’s mouth. He was laughing at her. He knew damn well that she’d noticed him in the club but hadn’t recognized him.
Come on, Maggie. You’re an actor. Act.
“Hey, Matt,” she said, her voice coming out perfectly matter of fact. “I’m sorry I’m running late.”
“That’s all right,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re here. You look great, by the way.”
“I still look fourteen,” she told him. “You look great. God, Matt, I’ve seen you around here for days, but I didn’t know it was you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve changed a lot,” he said, his eyes suddenly serious.
Maggie had to look away, suddenly uncomfortable with this new man-sized Matthew Stone. Somehow, she’d been expecting the kid she’d known in high school. This man was not only taller and broader, but he’d also lost the nervous energy that had ruled the teen. Young Matt had never sat still for longer than a few minutes, hopping from chair to chair around the room, smoking one cigarette after another.
This man exuded a quiet strength, a steadfast calmness. And that was really why she hadn’t recognized him—never mind the long hair and muscular body.
Matt smiled at her, not one of his old devil-may-care grins, but a gentle smile of genuine pleasure.
“I really missed you,” he said.
“I missed you, too,” she told him. “But right now I have to visit the ladies’ room. It’s a long drive from New Haven at this time of night.”
“No problem. I’ll go up to the café. Want me to order you something?”’
“Yeah, thanks,” she said as he held the door open for her. That was a new one, too. Matt—holding a door? “Will you get me a salad?”
“Italian dressing on the side,” they both said at the same time.
Matt grinned. “Some things never change.”
Three
When Maggie walked into the café, Matthew was standing at the juice bar, talking to three healthy, young college girls. What was it that he’d said? Some things never change.
He turned, as if he’d felt her eyes on him and quickly excused himself. Coming toward her, a smile lit his handsome face. “Hey.”
Their food had already come out, and he pulled her by the hand to a table. And held her chair for her.
She looked up at him as she sat, half expecting him to pull it out from underneath her, so he could laugh as she hit the floor.
But he just smiled at her, and sat down. Behind a huge salad and a plate of steamed vegetables. The hamburger kid was eating vegetables.
“Before we get down to talking about twenty-five-million-dollar favors,” Maggie said, “I’m dying to hear what you’ve been up to this past decade.”
And where was the beer? Even at seventeen, Matthew Stone never sat down to eat dinner without a cigarette and a bottle of beer.
“It would take a full ten years to tell you the whole story,” he said with a smile, digging into his salad.
Maggie looked around the open, airy café. The ceiling was high, the colors were muted grays and maroons. A sign on the wall proclaimed that there was absolutely No Smoking.
“Do you still smoke?” she asked.
“Nope. I quit three years ago,” he told her. “I also stopped drinking and started eating vegan. See, I, um… Well, I got sick, and I needed to take some kind of action—feel like I was doing something to help myself get better. I don’t know if it really helped, but it certainly helped my head, you know?”
“How long were you sick?”
He shook his head. “A long time. Do you mind if we don’t talk about that? It’s not… I have these superstitions about… Well, I’d rather not—”
“I’m sorry,” she said. “Of course, you don’t have to… I had an address for you in California.”
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah. I was, uh, all over the southwest for a while. Right after dear old dad gave me the boot. He kicked me out—did you know about that?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Yeah, there was trouble at one of the colleges and he wouldn’t even hear my side of it. I mean, sure, it was the fourth college I was…” he cleared his throat. “Politely asked to leave, but… That time it really wasn’t my fault. Still, I got the ‘never darken my door again’ speech.”
“That’s terrible,” she said.
“It was good actually. I finally learned to take care of myself. I kind of floated for a while. I actually did some acting—and got paid for it. My most legit job was at this dinner theater in Phoenix. I did two shows with them—Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, and Guys and Dolls.”
“That’s great—getting paid for acting?” Maggie smiled at him, and he smiled back.
“I guess. It was… It really wasn’t that great. They didn’t pay very much. I had to wash dishes, and…” He shrugged. “Their leading lady had nothing on you.”
Yeah, right. “Thanks.”
When he looked at her, something sparked. Maggie felt it deep in the pit of her stomach, and she had to look away. She’d trained herself for so long to feel nothing more than friendship for Matt that this kind of physical attraction seemed odd and unnatural.
His eyes gleamed with humor. “Oh, here’s a story you’ll really like. When I was in L. A., I managed to get this agent. What a sleazeball. He told me he could get me some work in the movies. Nothing big, you know—bit parts. But still, it was the movies…. Anyway, he sent me on an audition, right?”
Maggie nodded, watching Matt’s face as he talked, the corners of his mouth quivering with restrained laughter.