Hot and Bothered - Erika Wilde Page 0,41
a few dresses and see if you find something you like?”
Natalie liked Melodie’s way of thinking, which lightened her mood considerably. “I think I will.” She plucked the sleek, sexy dress from the rack, certain the wine color would complement her dark hair and skin tone.
The next few hours passed quickly, with Natalie enjoying a female camaraderie with Melodie and learning that they had a lot of common interests. While trying on outfits together, they indulged in girl talk, and Melodie had amused her with the story of how she’d snagged Cole for her very own. And when Melodie finally tried on her wedding gown and asked Natalie’s opinion, she’d replied honestly that she’d never seen a more beautiful bride.
A melancholy look entered Melodie’s eyes as she explained how she’d grown up without a mother, and while her father was very dear to her, it was times like this that made being without a feminine influence in her life difficult. Natalie understood Melodie’s feelings, because she still felt the loss of both of her parents, and suspected she always would.
By the time they left the boutique midafternoon, their arms were laden with shopping bags filled with bridal accessories and new outfits for both of them. The dress Natalie had chosen had fit perfectly, and she’d splurged on matching shoes, tasteful earrings, and even new lingerie to replace her practical cotton underwear. She’d paid for all her purchases with the credit card in her purse, because she wasn’t sure how much money she had in her bank account to use her debit card.
“Wow, I’m famished,” Melodie said after they dropped all their bags into the trunk of her car. “How about you?”
“I could use a bite to eat.” Natalie’s stomach chose that moment to growl, and her eyes widened in chagrin. “I guess all that power-shopping made me work up an appetite.”
Melodie laughed. “Glad to hear it. There’s a café on the corner. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.”
They walked along the sidewalk to the restaurant and requested a table on the patio since it was such a warm, beautiful day. Melodie ordered a club sandwich and iced tea, and Natalie opted for a chef’s salad and diet soda. The waitress headed back to the kitchen, and Natalie absently glanced beyond Melodie as the hostess seated a nice-looking blond-haired man a few tables away from them, who was by himself. He looked her way, met her gaze, and an arrogant smile curved the corner of his mouth.
A sense of familiarity tugged at her subconscious, startling her. Frowning, she tried to bring the vague thought filtering through her memory into better focus, but her mind refused to cooperate. Her chest grew tight, her skin prickled, and she felt ensnared by the other man’s penetrating stare.
Shaken by the overwhelming sense of apprehension taking up residence within her, she broke eye contact and returned her attention back to her friend, keeping her gaze on Melodie’s animated features as she talked.
While they waited for their lunch to be delivered, Natalie listened as Cole’s fiancée filled her in on all the wedding preparations she’d planned in the past six months. Their conversation and the glimpses she caught of the gorgeous diamond solitaire ring on Melodie’s left hand reminded Natalie that she knew nothing about her own engagement or wedding plans.
Unable to help herself, she glanced down at her own bare finger, then back up at Melodie. “Have Noah and I set a wedding date yet?”
The other woman’s eyes rounded in surprise at her question, but she quickly recovered her startled composure. “Well, uh, no, not that I’m aware of.” She shifted in her chair as if the subject made her uncomfortable.
Natalie didn’t let Melodie’s odd behavior stop her from learning more. “Have we been engaged long?”
Melodie took a long drink of her iced tea before answering. “Actually, it was all very sudden…” She fiddled with her napkin, opening the folded cloth and spreading it on her lap and making a big production of doing so. “And with your recent accident I’m sure making wedding plans isn’t a priority for either one of you at the moment, at least not until you’re feeling better.”
Boy, now there was a statement that was all too familiar. “You sound just like Noah.”
“Noah’s a smart guy,” Melodie replied with a cheeky grin.
The waitress arrived with their meals, giving Natalie a handful of seconds to analyze Melodie’s answers. All her explanations had been logical, but like everything else in her life at the moment,