“Saturday night,” he answered, wondering what she was pulling him into with this pretense and how much explaining he would have to do with some of his close female friends.
“Saturday it is.”
“How are you going to tell Justin about going out with me Saturday night?”
“I won’t have to yet because he’s going out of town this weekend on business. He’ll be back Wednesday and by that time, he’ll know we went out. Even one date with you will make him call off a public proposal.”
She turned to leave, but spun back around. “I almost forgot. Saturday night, do you want me to be at my house in Downly or my house in Dallas?”
“You have two houses?” he asked.
“It works out better with my landscape business. You probably don’t even know I’m not living at home with my folks anymore, do you? My maternal grandparents do that.”
“Which place is more convenient for you on Saturday?”
“Downly.”
“Then I’ll pick you up at your house in Downly. I need an address.”
“I’ll text you,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed as she looked at him with an expression he couldn’t read. “Do you think it’s going to be weird to ‘date’?”
“No. We’ve always had fun together and Saturday night won’t be any different.” He leaned into her, bumping her shoulder with his.
“I suppose you’re right.” She grinned at him, then came back with another suggestion. “Later, after a few dates, maybe I can stay at your ranch so it will look as if we’re serious, and sometimes at your house in Dallas, so I can go to work from there. It won’t be for long and I’ll stay out of your way.”
That might not be the best idea, but he couldn’t say no at this point. And actually part of him looked forward to seeing her more because she was always good company. “That’s fine if you want to,” he finally said. “I have big houses with plenty of room.”
Her grin turned into a full-fledged smile. “In case I forget to tell you this a thousand times over the rest of my life, thank you, Gabe. You always promised I could come to you for help and now you’re going to help me,” Meg gushed, her eyes getting a sparkle that made him feel a degree better.
“I don’t want a loveless marriage and I don’t want to marry Justin. None of them can understand it. When I marry, I want the love and closeness my grandparents and my parents have had.”
He knew she did. That was the kind of woman Meg was.
“Then I hope this ploy works, Meg. For your sake.”
“Oh, it will. You’ll see. We’ll convince my family and Justin’s, and they’re the ones who count. And then you can go on your way knowing you have been the knight to the rescue.” She patted his hand. “My wonderful, handsome knight.”
It might not be a role he was accustomed to, but he had to admit he was going to like it. But before he got knighted, they had a lot of work to do. He only hoped they’d pull off the charade as easily as Meg seemed to think they would.
While Meg had always been a good friend, there had never been anything romantic between them. Nor would there ever be. As great as she was, she wasn’t his type and he wasn’t hers. They were just too opposite. She was too staid and fearful of the daring things he liked to do. And then there was the feud between the older generations of their families. No, Meg wasn’t the woman for him and he wasn’t the man for her. But now they had to convince the world they were. He hoped this charade did not have to last long. He liked his other women friends and partying too much to be tied up in Meg’s pretense.
She still held his gaze as she said, “You are an absolute angel coming to my rescue.”
He laughed. “I’ve been called a lot of things, but ‘angel’ has never been one of them.”
She smiled sweetly at him and patted his cheek. “You’re definitely my angel.” She ran her hand lightly over the stubble on his jaw. “You’ve stopped shaving close. It gives you a rugged, devil-may-care look even more than before,” she said, tilting her head to study him. “I like it. You know, I wish Hank could know what a huge favor you’re doing for me.”
“If your brother knew, he would roll on the floor with laughter. But your family... They’re going to hate me when they learn the truth.”
“They don’t like you now because you’re a Callahan. This will get them to stop talking to me about Justin and start talking to me about breaking up with you. And Hank wouldn’t roll on the floor and laugh at us. He’d thank you and tell me to go for it because he wouldn’t approve of them trying to push me into a loveless marriage.”
She turned to leave again.
“I better run, Gabe,” she said. “Oh, I almost forgot. You keep this ring, and soon you can give it back to me to wear.” She thrust the small box into his hand.
“Sure, Meg,” he said, thinking he had to after all their years of friendship. She’d always been there for him when he was young and hurt by his dad. When his dad wasn’t around for graduation or games or awards or holidays, she had supported him and cheered him up. “I owe you this because you stood by me when I was ignored by my dad. He never gave me or any of my brothers his love, his time or his attention. It was worse for our stepbrother, Blake, because our father didn’t even acknowledge Blake as his son. At least I had your friendship when I was so hurt.”
She smiled at him as she walked out to her pickup. “That’s what friends are for, and you’re the best I’ve ever had.”
“I think you used that same line with me when you were nine years old,” he remarked drily and she laughed. She had a contagious smile, and under ordinary circumstances it would have been good to see her again, he admitted.
“I probably talked you out of some of those fancy marbles you used to have. I thought they were the most beautiful marbles ever. I still have them.”
“You always were easy to please so I guess I don’t have to rack my brain over where to take you to eat on Saturday.”
“This first time let’s go somewhere we’ll be seen and where people will talk about us.”
He grinned. “Whatever you want to get this show on the road. I’ll see you at seven Saturday night,” he said, opening the door to her pickup.
With a quick pat on his hand, she climbed in and he closed the door. “You know, there is a way you can cut the dating time in half and end your folks pushing you to marry.”
“What’s that?”
He placed his arm on the door and leaned in closer. “Move in with me.”
“That’s actually a wonderful idea, Gabe.”
He laughed. “I think we have different views of living together.”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “I’m just thinking of staying under one roof.”
He leaned down. “Shucks, Meg, I’m thinking about staying in the same bed. We didn’t discuss that. We should have some fun with this deal.”
“Will you cool it? We’re not going to bed together,” she said while her cheeks turned pink and he laughed.
“I’ve sure had worse ideas.” He grinned and she shook her head, but she smiled at him.
“Stop teasing me. You haven’t changed any. See you later.”
Laughing, he watched her drive away and wondered how much Meg was going to complicate his life. She said this would only be a month and then it would be over. But the month was going to be interesting—Meg living in the same house with him. He was sure she was old-fashioned. And he would try to curb