Waking Up in Charleston by Sherryl Woods Read Free Book Online Page B

fabulous abs again. It was all Amanda could do not to sigh.
    “I love pizza,” he declared. “And who wants to order a large pizza just for one person? You guys give me the perfect excuse.”
    Susie’s eyes glowed with excitement. “See, Mommy. Mr. Caleb likes pizza as much as I do. So can he stay?”
    Amanda gave Caleb a look of mock severity. “Did you put her up to this?”
    He winked at Susie. “Absolutely not,” he swore solemnly. “I just figure that a man who’s risked his back to haul furniture for you ought to get something out of the deal.”
    “And you want to be paid in pizza?” Amanda asked doubtfully.
    “Actually, I’m buying the pizza. Your company is enough payment.”
    Amanda regarded him warily. “You can’t keep doing this,” she said.
    “Doing what?” he asked, his expression all innocence.
    “Dreaming up excuses to feed us.” She set Susie down. “Go get your brothers and tell them to wash up for dinner.”
    As soon as her daughter was gone, she faced Caleb, determined to set some long-needed parameters. “You’ve done enough, Caleb. I won’t let you go on treating us like your pet charity. My budget’s not that tight. I can afford to pay for pizza once in a while. And now that we have this brand-new kitchen, I can even cook a meal for all of us.”
    “But why should you cook after working hard all day or pay for pizza when I can?” he asked reasonably.
    “Because getting back on my feet means being onequal footing with my friends. I need to do things for you once in a while. Otherwise, I’ll start feeling indebted to you. I don’t think that sort of thing is good for a friendship, do you?”
    He nodded slowly at that. “Point taken. You can buy the pizza tonight.”
    “And next time,” she said firmly, knowing there would be a next time, no matter what excuse he—or she—had to dream up to make it happen.
    “We’ll table that discussion till the next time,” he said just as firmly. “We men have our pride, too, you know.”
    Amanda had lived with two males who’d had it in spades. She gave Caleb a wry look. “Believe me, I know. It’s not something I’d brag about, if I were you.”
    He regarded her with understanding. “Lumping me in with Bobby or your father, Amanda? Do you really think there’s any comparison?”
    “Not yet,” she replied. “But you could be standing on the edge of a slippery slope. Now seems like the time to drag you back.”
    He laughed at that. “You go set the table. I’ll call for the pizza,” he said, then added, “Paper plates will do.”
    “Not in my house,” she called back. “Not for guests.”
    She was in the kitchen distributing plates and silverware when Caleb joined her, his expression oddly troubled.
    “Don’t tell me the pizza place is closed,” she joked lightly.
    “No, the pizza’s on the way. I got a salad, too.”
    “Then what’s with the somber look? Bad news?”
    “No, it was something you said.”
    She tried to recall what might have put that lookon his face. She couldn’t come up with anything. “What?”
    “You still think of me as a guest,” he said.
    Amanda didn’t see the problem. “Isn’t that what you are?”
    He shrugged. “I guess I was sort of hoping by now you’d start thinking of me as part of the family, or at least as the kind of friend who doesn’t require going to any trouble.”
    There was no mistaking the genuine dismay in his voice, so she guided him toward a chair. “Sit.”
    A grin tugged at his lips. “Bossy, aren’t you?”
    “You have no idea,” she said dryly. She might be out of practice, but she’d once excelled at getting things done to her satisfaction. It was a trait she’d learned at her daddy’s knee.
    “Now, you listen to me, Caleb Webb,” she lectured sternly. “You’ve been the best friend this family has ever had, which is exactly why I want to show you some respect when you come here. Maybe in your world that means eating off paper plates and