The Supermodel's Best Friend (A Romantic Comedy) by Gretchen Galway Page B

Philip Glass—”
    “ Koyaanisqatsi, ” she said. “Where? In
the lodge?”
    He looked pleased with her again. “No,
they’ve got a separate building with a stage and seating for that
sort of thing. Live music on Thursday night, I hear.”
    “Oh, you know, I’m much more into music than
a movie. Let’s plan on dinner tonight though, after the tree
thing.”
    “Great. Now get inside—I can see you’re
freezing.” He hesitated. Then, still smiling, leaned over and gave
her a quick kiss on the cheek. His lips were cool and light,
nothing sloppy.
    She smiled and slipped through the door,
grateful he was already turning to walk away.
    Damn .
    He was just fine.
    She’d have to try harder.
    “Hey, welcome back!” Fawn stood on the bed
wearing a gray knit dress that skimmed her knees, staring at the
open armoire. “The only mirror in the entire cabin is in there.
Totally annoying. Too small and too high.” She bounced down to the
floor and pulled the dress over her head.
    Lucy kicked off her boots, peeled off her
jacket, and walked past her to the bathroom. “It’s beautiful here,
Fawn, but I admit I’m having longing thoughts for a tropical
paradise.” She slipped out of her jeans and folded them over a
chair, noticing they were soaked up to the knees.
    Fawn frowned. “What happened to you? You’ve
got mud on your face, and not the expensive kind.”
    “I was a little too shrimpy to make it over
that river without getting wet.”
    “What happened?”
    “The stepping stones are for long-legged folk
such as yourself. I fell in. Got wet, it was cold, we had to come
back.”
    She put her hands on her naked hips, eyebrows
wiggling. “We?”
    “Me and Alex.”
    Fawn put her hand over her mouth as though
trying to hide her tell-all grin of triumph. “How was it?”
    “Fine, but freezing. I’m going to use that
hot tub now.” Peeking out the rear door window at the vinyl-covered
spa on the private wood deck, she unhooked her bra and slipped off
her underwear.
    “Would you mind putting on a bathing suit?
I’ve got Huntley coming over here in a few minutes to… talk.”
    Lucy slipped on a white terrycloth robe that
fell to her ankles. “Can’t you talk in his cabin?”
    “No, no, we really are just going to talk.
His father’s watching some game because Huntley’s the only one with
a TV in his cabin and Huntley Junior—oh crap, I’m going to have to
stop calling him that, but then what am I going to call him? Mr.
Sterling is so formal. Huntley is my Huntley, you know?” Fawn
grabbed fistfuls of her hair. “They just got here, his parents, a
whole day earlier than we thought. So I’m kind of freaking
out.”
    “That’s why you’re having a wardrobe
crisis?”
    “Exactly.” Fawn reached into the armoire and
pulled out a white blouse and black slacks. “What do you think? I
want to look serious, you know, not like some bimbo.”
    “That kind of says ‘catering.’”
    “Even with a bright scarf? Yeah, you’re
right.” She shoved them back on the bar, pulled out a red pantsuit.
“How about this?”
    Lucy bit her lip and peeked outside at the
spa. Getting her swimsuit out of a drawer, she said, “Look, Fawn,
I’m not really the one to ask, you know? I’m sure Krista would
love—”
    “I should call her, but I don’t have time.”
She pushed her blond hair out of her eyes. “Shit. I need to be put
together for this.”
    “You always look beautiful, Fawn. And that’s
the truth.”
    “No, I mean to talk to Huntley. I’m a wreck
and I need to be calm. I so wish the yoga vibe lasted longer.”
    Lucy put on her black one-piece Speedo,
gearing up her courage to ask Fawn if she feared Huntley might get
cold feet around his parents, when the door suddenly banged open
and the handsome groom stepped inside.
    “Honey, I’m home!” he cried, then saw Fawn
wasn’t alone. “Oh, hey there, Lucy. Miles was just asking about
you. Did you get your laptop?”
    She looked around the room, saw it