To Catch a Camden. Victoria Pade

be, either....

      “Thank you for playing go-between,” he said then.

      “I’m just looking out for Larry and Marion,” she countered.

      “They’re lucky to have you.”

      “I’m the lucky one—I don’t have any family and they’ve become that for me.”

      He nodded as if he understood something about that, although she had no idea what and he didn’t offer an explanation.

      Instead he said, “I guess I’ll see you Saturday, then.”

      “I’ll supply the gloves,” she added as they said goodbye and she left him to deal with the bill for their desserts and his office cake.

      Then she returned to her car, studying him through the plate-glass windows again as she did and counting how many days would have to pass before Saturday came.

      So many...

      Oh, no—I don’t have any reason to think that! she silently shouted at herself when she realized that was what had actually gone through her mind.

      And to punish herself, she spent the short drive home recalling what it had been like to be married to a man who could well be Derek Camden’s counterpart.