“Okay, who found baby vinyl clothes?” Martika said, holding up a miniature vinyl dress and laughing.
“We did!” Taylor and Arthur raised their hands.
Judith, who was sitting on Martika’s left side and jotting down who had given what in a baby-shower type notebook, stared at the outfit bewildered. “What do I say that is?”
“Baby Goth outfit,” Martika said, putting it aside with a leonine laugh.
Sarah smiled, then decided to go to the kitchen and get a refill on her soda.
Kit was leaning against the counter.
They hadn’t really talked since Las Vegas, even though he’d helped with the move to the town house. She wasn’t sure what to say to him, actually.
“So…looks like you’re settled in.”
“Yeah. The drive’s not so bad, either.”
He tucked his hands into the pockets of his blue jeans. “Understand you took that job as a permanent.”
She shrugged. “For now. They seem like a pretty good company. I think I might go back to school, though.”
“For what?”
She smiled. “Haven’t decided.”
He smiled back, and took a step closer to her. She stared at him, studying his shy smile.
“I’m glad you stayed, Sarah.”
She felt her heart race a little, and tried to slow it down. “I’m glad I stayed, too.”
“I was wondering…”
She held up a hand. “Let’s get one thing straight. I just got over a guy. I don’t need to walk into another mess just like it. I’ve finally got a job, a roommate situation that doesn’t look like it’s going to completely explode on me…”
“At least not until the baby comes,” he added.
“Well, yes, and I’m finally getting my head together. And I have some really, really great friends.”
“I’m all for friends.”
“So….” She looked at him expectantly.
“So, what?”
She blinked. “Weren’t you going to ask me out?”
“Hell, no.”
She felt the tinges of embarrassment heat up her cheeks. “Oh. Sorry. So what were you wondering?”
He smirked, then leaned down and kissed her. Thoroughly.
“I was wondering whether you’d figured all of that out,” he said, and laughed at her bemused expression.
“Well.” She smirked back, then leaned in and planted one of her own kisses on him. “Glad we got that straight,” she said wryly.
He put an arm around her shoulder, and they walked back into the crowded living room.
L.A. WOMAN
A Worldwide Library/Red Dress Ink novel
ISBN: 978-1-4592-4854-0
© 2002 by Cathy Yardley.
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