strong enough to pull her back on the branch and they both would have ended up hurt.
“I never could resist a damsel in distress.”
Kyle’s grin disappeared when her blazing eyes bore through him. She held her glare until she was certain he knew why he was getting it. If he was half as smart as he thought he was the memories of their last day together should be rushing through his mind about now. He swallowed and looked away and Lacy finally blinked.
Lacy stalked to the house with Emmylou on her heels . She resisted the urge to slam the door behind them, but only because she knew the glass would shatter and she couldn’t afford to replace it. She hadn’t received the money from the… whoever she was supposed to get the money from. Maybe that was Lauren. Crap, she better be figuring it out. She had only heard the number when they contacted her about using her house in the movie; she had neglected to get the details.
“What the hell was that all about, Lacy?” Emmylou demanded as soon as they reached the counter.
Lacy threw herself in the desk chair and crossed her arms. “What? He was acting like a jackass.”
“He saved your ass from breaking every bone in your body. We both know I couldn’t have helped you no matter how fast I got up there.” She smirked and lifted her brow. “Stop avoiding the question. You’ve been on the warpath since he strolled in here.”
Lacy spun slowly in her chair , not able to answer the question her friend’s face was asking.
Emmylou stepped to the chair and stopped it with both hands, staring hard at Lacy.
“Lacy Marie Weston -“
“Campbell.”
“Whatever,” Emmylou countered. “What aren’t you telling me?”
“Nothing.” She tried to hold her friend’s inquisitive gaze. “I just don’t like him. He’s a stuck-up movie star.”
“Mm-hmm.” Emmylou’s lips puckered. “He seems the same to me. Nicer, actually.” She pushed away from the chair and leaned against the counter.
“Don’t you have to get back to the store?” Lacy asked, desperate for the inquisition to end.
Emmylou snorted. “No. Lindy’s covering for me.”
“Oh.” Lacy thought that was strange. Emmylou never left the store unless it was an emergency, which was nothing less than death. She was unsure if it was because Lacy had asked her to help or something else. She had been acting strange all day. Even Scarlett had said so.
“Well, did you have any lunch?” Lacy’s stomach growled in answer and they both laughed.
“No. We better feed you after that ordeal.” Emmylou’s pulled Lacy out of the chair and put her arm around her shoulders, steering walking her towards the kitchen. “And you can tell me why you hate Kyle McClintock so much. Or why you still have a thing for him.”
“I do not have a thing for him! I may have had a momentary lapse in good judgment eight years ago.”
“Momentary?” Emmylou tipped her forehead down to Lacy’s.
“Hey, I have great judgment.” The words were out before Lacy remembered her current divorce to a man who ran off, and their rocky marriage before that, plus all the stunts she had pulled in her youth that should’ve landed her in jail, not to mention the line of impetuous women from which she descended.
“Okay, well , it’s better than my mother’s.” Lacy opened the fridge and pulled out trays while Emmylou sat on the stool.
“You’re probably right.” Emmylou bit off a piece of sandwich and wiped the mayo from the corner of her mouth with her finger then licked it off. “Where is your mother, anyway? Shouldn’t she be here for all of this?”
Lacy pulled the plastic wrap from the vegetable plate, thankful she had avoided the subject of Kyle. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep her secret from her best friends. Especially since the subject was going to be living with her for a while.
“She’s in Arizona last I heard. She doesn’t call much and her emails only come when the combination of Wi-Fi