Wade chuckled as he pulled up in front of Eleanor’s door late that afternoon. Eleanor glanced at the red Porsche, a sinking feeling in her stomach. “Oh, for heaven’s sake,” she grumbled. “And he wasn’t interested, I believe you said?” he teased. “Funny, I’d call this hot pursuit, myself.” “Care to come in and have coffee?” she asked hopefully. “I’d love to—” he sighed “—but my dad is flying in from Greece. I have to meet him at the airport at five, which it almost is now. I’m sorry he didn’t get to meet you. We hoped he’d make it home in time for the party.” “Some other time,” she replied, and grimaced. “I don’t want to go in there,” she moaned. “Chin up, girl,” he said. “Remember—he’s the victim this time, not you. Now get in there and tell him what a wonderful person I am, and how much you love my family, and how close I came to proposing! Lay it on thick. Spread it like butter.” She studied him. “Ever think of coaching a professional football team?”
