‘ At least maybe you’ ll realize what you deserve.’
‘ Such as& ?’
‘ Sure as hell more than a guy who’ d bolt the second you brought up the idea of a baby.’
‘ Yeah, Susan said pretty much the same thing.’
‘ She’ s right. You deserve better& somebody who gets you for who you are-whether you have a kid or not. Or a dozen kids, for that matter. Believe me, some men would find it very sexy all that you’ ve been taking on.’
‘ Aw, garsh, Martucci,’ I said. Laughing, I grabbed him in a hug. As his arms closed around me, I glanced over his shoulder, and-knock me over with a feather-who should be standing in the opening of my cubicle but Troy.
‘ Hey, June,’ he said, holding up his hand hesitantly in a wave. He was dressed in a racing jacket over a shirt and tie.
I pulled away from Martucci, flummoxed. What was Troy doing here?
‘ I-I thought you couldn’ t make it,’ I sputtered.
‘ You didn’ t get my message?’
He and Martucci shook hands hello while I tried to dredge up the memory of Troy’ s phone call. I’ d been listening to it when my brother showed up at the door. It had seemed so obvious that Troy was canceling, I’ d never bothered to play the whole thing.
‘ It got cut off,’ I said, aiming as close to the truth as I dared to get. ‘ So& what did it say?’
‘ That I’ d be here today unless you called to let me know you didn’ t want me to come. And also’ -he glanced self-consciously at Martucci-’ I tried to explain why I left Vegas so fast.’
‘ Oh.’
Did Troy just say there was an explanation for his hasty retreat-or was that the sound of the two sides of my brain opening and clapping shut?
Martucci, hands in his pockets, ambled away toward the hallway, pausing by my cubicle opening. ‘ Well, Parker, guess you’ re back to plan A. Good luck.’
I glanced at my watch. Fifteen minutes to go until my meeting. The race would certainly be flashy-especially with Troy looking every bit the pro-but Martucci’ s words rang in my mind. What was I going for? Did I want to sell Bigwood on the idea of a race& or did I have the guts to pitch myself?
Turning to Troy, I said, ‘ I feel bad making you come all this way, but I’ ve decided on a different plan.’
‘ No race, then?’
I shook my head.
‘ Oh& okay. Not a problem. But‘ Again I saw his eyes shift toward Martucci. ‘ If you’ ve got a second, I’ d like to talk about& a few things& .’
I wanted to hear what he had to say, but not with minutes to go before my presentation. I needed to find Brie and burn the files of my interviews onto a disc. I needed to eat something bready if I was going to be drinking bourbon. After that, without anyone watching, I could scurry home and play the message to find out what Troy’ s reason was for letting me down. Maybe it was a valid one-and if it was, well, then who knew?
‘ I wish I could,’ I said, ‘ but right now I’ ve got to run.’
‘ I’ ll let you go, then,’ Troy said, and it seemed he wasn’ t surprised by my reaction. Even though he was standing there in his race regalia, he looked as though he’ d expected it. He added worriedly, ‘ You still coming to the party on Tuesday?’
‘ Wouldn’ t miss it,’ I assured him. ‘ Martucci’ s coming, too& and Brie& and a few other friends who’ ve been helping me with the list. Your mom said for me to invite as many people as I wanted, so I invited.’
He laughed then and said, ‘ Sounds good. She keeps calling it a little get-together, but it gets bigger every time I turn around. Pretty soon we’ re going to have to rent the Convention Center.’
After Troy left, I handed Martucci his box of cars back. ‘ Okay, I’ m facing Bigwood on my own,’ I said. ‘ You’ d better be right about this.’
‘ When are you going to accept the fact that I’ m always right?’
TWO HOURS AND three bourbons later, I tottered back into the office. Most everyone had left for the weekend. I stopped by Susan’ s office, getting there as she was about to switch off her lights and leave. ‘ I was worried I was going to miss you!’ she exclaimed. ‘ Sooooooo? How’ d it go?’
‘ Let’ s just say that I astounded even myself.’
I must have slurred, because she smiled. ‘ He talked you into the third drink, huh?’
‘ Yes, not that it matters. I already had him eating out of my hand by that point.’
‘ I’ ll bet you did. Is the job yours?’
‘ He says he’ s restructuring, so the job as it was doesn’ t exist anymore, but he’ s definitely promoting me. He loved the race idea& although’ -I reminded myself to give Martucci a piece of my mind later-’ it took him a while to get what I was talking about. He said he wished he had a visual.’ Fifth-grade science project indeed.
‘ Well, congratulations! I’ d offer to take you out for a celebratory drink, but I’ ve got to pick the kids up-I’ m already running late. You rode the bus in today, didn’ t you? You want a ride home?’
‘ No, thanks.’
‘ You sure? We could do dinner at my house if you don’ t mind Burger King-I promised the boys.’
‘ I’ m sure. All I want to do is go home and veg out. This past week has been insane, and Bob and Charlotte are going to be at my place at nine o’ clock tomorrow to go over a few last-minute things before we see Deedee.’
‘ That’ s right. Oh, June, it’ s so incredible that things are working out this way.’
‘ It’ s not a done deal yet,’ I reminded her. ‘ Deedee still has to say yes.’
‘ She will.’
After promising Susan that I’ d call if I needed anything, I went straight to Martucci’ s office. I was barely in the
