Marc smiled in her direction and continued his recitation. “I have a nice Sauvignon Blanc to go with the fish. A lovely unpretentious wine named after a flower. I discovered it on my last trip to France.”
Lynne caught her eye and mouthed the words, None for you.
That might be best considering she needed to drive home. She didn’t want to be obvious about forgoing the wine. “It sounds wonderful, Marc, but none for me I am boycotting all things French.”
His eyebrows shot up at her comment. “What?” Before Marc could ask why, his wife shook her head stopping the conversation.
Lynne covered the conversational lull. “What’s for dessert?”
Marc worked his way around the table delicately centering a serving of salmon on each plate. “It is your favorite sweet. I brought home Henri’s renown Baked Alaska.”
“Oh Marc, how wonderful.” Her friend gushed more than Tonya thought necessary for a rather retro dessert.
Will’s eyes shifted between the two similar to watching a tennis match. Taking another sip of her drink, she wondered if she were the ball. Taking advantage of Will’s concentration on his hosts, she ogled him thoroughly.
Definitely, no gargoyle, no extra ears or fingers, and he was even charming, somewhat.The man had a high paying job judging by his car. It made her wonder why his fiancée left him. “So why did your fiancée dump you to get her own penis?”
A collective indrawn gasp filled the room. Tonya was sure she inhaled too. Wait, she was the one who made the remark. Using one finger, she pushed the martini glass away from her. Get away from me Milky Way Martini Devil.
Lynne erupted into a babble of excuses. “Can’t hold her liquor. Ignore her.”
Will sighed. He rubbed one long fingered hand over his face. “There’s been speculation and very little truth.”
Her hands went up in an effort to prevent any soul baring confessions. “Oh no, don’t explain. I ask stupid questions. It seems like you have so much going for you that any woman would be crazy to be hooked up with you and…” Her face reddened as she realized she wasn’t making it any better.
Marc covered for her slightly by announcing, “I’m off to get the vegetables.” Not a great announcement, but it saved her saving her from saying anything worse.
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