In Your Dreams. Kristan Higgins

blonde gave her a sunny smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Hadley Holland. So nice to meet you.”

      So she hadn’t dropped the last name. Interesting. “We’ve met, actually.”

      “Have we? I’m so sorry. I see you’re a police officer?”

      “Yes,” Emmaline said.

      “I always admire women who can go into a male-dominated field. Me, I’d never last! I guess I’m just not tough enough. I can’t imagine having to run after a criminal and tackle him. My goodness! You must be so strong.”

      “Are you hitting on me?” Em asked.

      “Oh, bless your heart, no!” Hadley laughed merrily. “It’s just that I’m an interior decorator. No guns or tackling involved in that! More like painting and fabric choices, making a house into a home.”

      Em had to admire the skill with which Hadley had just drawn the line. Hadley—delicate and artistic. Emmaline—manly and brutish.

      “What can I do for you, Hadley?” Jack asked.

      “I was just...checking in, I guess,” Tinkerbell said now. “How’ve you been, Jack?” She gave his arm a squeeze. Nice manicure.

      “I’m great.” His face was completely neutral.

      “I’m so glad to hear that.” Hadley smiled (beautifully, tragically). A Yankee would’ve recognized Jack’s response as the cold shoulder, but Hadley was Southern, and Southerners could make conversation with a block of wood, it seemed. “Jack, I talked to Frankie today. You know how she just adores you. Even more now, after your big save. Why, she was bragging to all her friends that you’re her brother-in-law!”

      “Ex-brother-in-law,” Jack said.

      “Well, now, she doesn’t think of you as an ex anything,” Hadley said smoothly. “But shoot, I didn’t mean to interrupt y’all’s evening. Jack, I’ll call you about having dinner. Bye, Evelyn! So nice to meet you!”

      With that, Hadley fluttered her fingers and floated away. Jack sat back down and took a sip of beer. Emmaline noted he hadn’t turned down the dinner invitation.

      “So,” he said. “When do we leave?”

      “Right. That’s another thing. The wedding’s Saturday. It’s in Malibu, so of course I’ll pay for your plane fare and hotel and stuff.”

      “No, you won’t.”

      “Yes. I will.”

      “Not necessary.”

      “I’m paying for your flight, Jack, or you’re not going.”

      He shrugged. “Fine. So we’ll go, I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend—”

      “No, no,” Emmaline said. “No. Like I said, I just want a pal.” She sighed, then rubbed her eyes. “You really don’t have to come, Jack. Allison Whitaker would love nothing more than to leave her kids and come with me.”

      “But you want to go with a guy, or else you wouldn’t have been looking at mug shots with Carol.”

      “Well, yes. If I take Allison, my parents will never believe I’m straight.”

      “Are you?”

      “Yes! I was engaged to the groom, okay? I’m straight!” Must use inside voice. “It’s just...they think I’m not.”

      Jack wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was on Hadley, who was perched alone at the bar, trying to get Colleen’s attention. “Excuse me a second,” he said and got up from the table. He went over to Colleen, said something and then came back. Colleen sighed hugely, then pulled out a menu, went to Hadley and handed it to her.

      Based on her excellent powers of deduction, Emmaline would guess that Colleen was ignoring the former Mrs. Jack Holland, and Jack had just asked her to knock it off.

      So. The Princess of Beautiful Land was back in town and sprinkling her fairy dust on Jack. And while everyone knew Hadley had cheated on him, men were generally stupid about things like this. People who looked like Hadley (and Naomi Norman, for that matter) got away with some very stinky crap.

      “So when do we leave?” Jack asked, sliding back into his seat.

      “Thursday?”

      “Thursday’s great.”

      She paused. “Okay. Thank you, Jack.”

      “My pleasure. It’ll be nice to go somewhere warm.”

      “Malibu is beautiful. Every day of the year, more or less.”

      He finished his beer. “Send me the info on the flight and hotel so I can make a reservation, okay?”

      “I’ll make it for you. You’re not spending one thin dime on this trip.”

      He smiled at her so suddenly that it was like being wrapped in a warm, soft blanket. “And blah blah blah blah,” he said. Well, he probably said actual words, but Em couldn’t quite hear at the moment, as she was rendered close to death by the beauty of that smile, those crinkling, pure blue eyes, the tousled blond hair, the...the...the glory that was Jack Holland.

      Then he stood up, squeezed her shoulder and left, waving at the O’Rourke twins and nodding at his ex-wife, who positively beamed and fluttered, butterfly-like, back at him.

      Which took away some of the glow.

      Even so, it was a good five minutes before Emmaline trusted herself to stand up.

      Do not fall for this guy, she warned herself. Very sternly.

      But her shoulder still buzzed from the warmth of his hand.

      This was a disaster waiting to happen.