The Perfect Hope Part 60

"It's going great. I hear the buzz about what you're all doing in Boonsboro. I keep meaning to get down your way, see for myself. Hey, Owen, Beck. Who you got here?" She smiled at the boys.

"Beck's and Clare's," Ryder told her. "Harry, Liam, Murphy."

"Well, hi! I heard you and Clare got married. How's she doing?"

"She's good. It's nice to see you, Jen," Beckett said.

"My mom's got two more brothers in her tummy," Murphy announced.

"Two-seriously? Well, wow! Congratulations. And didn't I hear you and Avery got engaged, Owen?"

"Yeah, we did."

"I've really got to catch up with her, get into her place, grab some pizza. And I'm going to check out her new place when it's open. Lot of buzz there. Two out of three of the Montgomery boys off the market," she continued, as Harry s.h.i.+fted to see around her. "You're prime real estate now, Ry." She let out her quick, up-the-scale and down again laugh. "Hey, I'm just here with a couple of friends. Why don't you drive me home after the game, we can catch up?"

"I'm kind of ..." He spread his hands to encompa.s.s his group.

"Oh, sure. Well, call me! I'll get down to Boonsboro and you can buy me a pizza at Vesta. You tell Avery I'm coming down to see her, Owen."

"Will do."

"I'm going to get on back." She gave Ryder another squeeze, whispered, "Call me," in his ear.

As she walked away both his brothers slid their gazes in his direction.

"Cut it out," he muttered. After an uncomfortable internal debate, he pushed up. "Be right back."

"Get me a beer," Owen called out.

"Can I get nachos?" Murphy demanded. "Can I?"

Ryder just waved his hands and kept walking. He caught up with Jen as the second baseman fielded a line drive, and the side retired.

"I've got to hit concessions," he told her. "I'll buy you a beer."

"Sounds good. So much going on with you. I'm dying to see that inn of yours. I saw the article in the paper last winter, and it looks awesome. And Beckett having twins, Owen getting married-and to Avery!"

She chatted all the way. He'd never minded that about her because she was so d.a.m.n happy to babble, and never cared if he didn't respond. Or listen all that close.

They'd known each other since high school, had dated on and off-more off than on, since she'd gotten married at one point. Divorced at another. They'd stayed friends-friendly-with nothing more serious than occasional s.e.x when it worked out for both of them.

It was pretty d.a.m.n obvious it would've worked out for her now.

He bought her beer, Owen's, his own, nachos for the runt, then set them down at one of the high tables while he tried to work out how to handle it.

"I almost didn't come tonight. I've been swamped with work, too. I'm glad I let Cherie and Angie talk me into it. You remember Cherie."

"Yeah." Probably.

"She got divorced about a year ago. It was a rough time for her."

"Sorry to hear that."

"She's dating one of the players. The center fielder, so we came to keep her company for the game."

"Nice."

"Listen, what are you up to this weekend? I could come down. You could give me a tour of the inn." She offered her sparkly-eyed smile. "Maybe we could book a room."

"I'm seeing somebody." He didn't know the words were there until they fell out of his mouth.

"Well, that's not news, you're always ... Oh." Those sparkly eyes widened. "You mean seeing seeing. Wow. Did you and your brothers all drink from the same bottle?"

"I'm not-we're not-I'm just seeing somebody."

"Good for you, and her. So who is she? Tell me all. Do I know her?"

"No. I don't think so. She's the innkeeper."

"Really? Now I have to get down there and see the place."

"Come on, Jen."

"Come on, Ry," she tossed back at him. "How long have we known each other? I'd never mess you up."

"No." He let out a breath. "You wouldn't."

"And I'm happy for you. A little sorry for myself," she admitted, "but happy for you. I've been having s.h.i.+t-all luck with men lately."

"Then the men you're looking at are stupid."

"There's a lot of that going around. I'm still coming down, catching up with Avery, taking a look at what you've got going on."

"That'd be good."

"I'd better get back before my friends send out a search party. Thanks for the beer."

"Anytime."

"What's her name?"

"Hope."

"Nice. Is she pretty?"

"She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." And again, he hadn't known the words were there.

"Aw." Jen leaned forward, kissed his cheek. "Good luck, sweetie."