most recent visit, although she'd left out his inquiry about her relationship with Paul.
"He phoned the house." Bethanne shrugged. "I don't know what he said, but Annie was on and off the phone in about two minutes, so it couldn't have been much of a conversation."
"From what I understand, the insurance paid for the damage to Tiffany's engine," Paul told her.
"Did she contact you?" Bethanne asked. Paul rarely mentioned his ex-wife.
"No, but our agent told me about it. It's a good thing Tiff continued the coverage for vandalism."
Bethanne nodded. She wouldn't put it past Tiffany to have Annie arrested; even worse, she wasn't sure Grant would stand up for their daughter. Yes, Annie had been wrong and she needed to accept the consequences of her actions, but Bethanne couldn't bear the thought of her daughter being prosecuted. At the therapist's suggestion, Annie had written Tiffany a letter of apology and Bethanne hoped the matter would end there.
The waitress came by, and Bethanne ordered the fajita salad, while Paul chose the chicken enchilada plate. He waited until she'd left the table before resuming the conversation.
"How's Annie now?" he asked.
"She's dealing with a lot," Bethanne replied. "She's coming through it, though, and I think the worst is over, but it's been a difficult time for her."
"She needs a friend," Paul said. "Someone who really understands."
"I agree, but - " Bethanne stopped in midsentence. "Yes. She does."
Paul laughed softly. "You've got that look in your eye."
Bethanne sat back in her chair. "She already has one. Only, my daughter is a lot like her mother and isn't always aware of what's right in front of her."
"You seem to be full of good news tonight," he teased.
She giggled. "I'm full of something, all right." Suddenly she reached across the table and grabbed his hand. "Oh, my goodness," she cried, shocked into momentary silence.
"What?" Paul asked in concern.
"Paul, I just realized that I'm happy. I'm actually happy. I didn't think I'd ever feel this way again, but I do. I really do."
Paul nodded thoughtfully.
Bethanne leaned toward him. "Has it happened for you yet?"
He didn't meet her eyes.
"Be honest," she told him.
"Not yet," he admitted with a faint smile, "but I can feel it approaching."
"Good." She felt better knowing that he was hopeful enough to anticipate the return of joy.
"Seeing you makes me happy," he confessed.
"Thank you." Bethanne sipped her margarita and sighed. "That's sweet."
"I think about you a lot, Bethanne. About us both."
"Us." She choked a little as she swallowed her drink.
"What would you think of the two of us dating?"
She frowned. She'd never asked, but assumed she was older than Paul, possibly by as much as ten years. "I...I like you as a friend, Paul, but as for this dating idea - I don't know. I'm afraid it might change our whole relationship and I wouldn't want that. I want things to stay the way they are."
He shrugged with apparent nonchalance. "That's all right."
"Don't take offense, please. I couldn't bear it if you did. You're my friend and I treasure our times together, but..."
"Just think about us dating, all right?"
"Okay, but...Okay, okay, I'll think about it."
"Good." He appeared to relax then. "I'm glad, Bethanne. You're exactly the kind of woman I can imagine myself with."
She glanced around to make sure no one was listening in on their conversation. "This is because I asked you about sex, isn't it?"
"No," he said abruptly. "This has to do with the fact that I really enjoy being with you. Not you, the ex-wife of the man my ex-wife left me for, but you, the person I've come to know and trust."
"Oh." After two margaritas, she found it difficult to frame a response.
"That surprises you?"
"No." Bethanne answered from her heart. "The truth is, I find your interest a very big compliment. For now, I'm more comfortable just being friends, but I'm willing to see where things go."
"You're a beautiful woman, Bethanne," he said in a serious tone.
"That's the lack of sex talking," she teased.
"Hmm - that could easily be fixed," he joked back.
Bethanne giggled. "I think it's time we cut off the margaritas."
Paul smiled. "Let's not be hasty. The conversation's just getting good."
CHAPTER 24
COURTNEY PULANSKI
It'd been a pleasant surprise to hear from Annie, especially after the way their last meeting had ended, with Annie storming out of Courtney's bedroom. Courtney had wanted to ask Bethanne about her during knitting class. She hadn't, because she didn't want to put Annie's mother on the spot.
Courtney was afraid for the girl, afraid