Why Not Tonight (Happily Inc. #3)

“Duh. Yes. Red is my color.”

“I’m going with you. You can’t buy a car based solely on color. It needs to be reliable and safe, without too many miles and no accidents.”

She waved her hand. “I’m not worried. I’m going to find a beautiful red car that is perfect. You’ll see.”

“Yes, I will because I will be right there. I want you to promise not to go car shopping without me.”

“I’m perfectly capable of finding the right car.”

“Not with color as your only criteria.”

She mumbled something under her breath. He had a feeling it would sound very much like “Mr. Bossy Pants,” but he didn’t care. Natalie’s desire for a red car was the same as wearing a T-shirt with the slogan Hey, Rip Me Off! He wasn’t going to let that happen.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “You can go with me. But I won’t like it.”

“That’s my girl. Mature and open to the possibilities.”

“I don’t care what you say. I want a red car. And nothing is going to stop me from getting one. Not even you.”

“There’s an unexpected stubborn side to you, isn’t there?”

“I am one with the feminine universe.”

“And just a little bit crazy.”

She flashed him a smile that nearly brought him to his knees.

“You have no idea, Ronan.”

Maybe not, but he would very much like to find out.

*

NATALIE CAREFULLY CARRIED the plastic-wrapped tray of cupcakes. She’d been sucked in by a Facebook ad promising an easy way to make little flowers out of icing. When the tip had arrived, she’d had to try it out and had discovered that it worked really well. Lucky for her, the biweekly girlfriend lunch was the next day, so she’d packed up the cupcakes to bring with her. The alternative of eating them all herself was not a happy one. Not with the way her hips and thighs loved to pack on the pounds.

For the girlfriend lunches, hostess duties rotated. Whoever offered the location also provided the entrée. Everyone else brought another dish. Sometimes they ended up with three desserts and no salad, which was fine with Natalie—as long as the mix-up never went the other way, she was happy.

With the monsoon over, the California desert heat had returned. It was barely noon and already in the upper nineties. By four, it would be at least a hundred and five.

She crossed the street and made her way to her friend Silver’s new place. The storefront with a loft-style apartment above was owned by Violet Lund, now the duchess of Somerbrooke. Silver had been looking for a new place about the time Violet had been falling madly in love and considering moving to England. A long-term lease between the friends had solved two problems.

Violet had used the street-level business space for her button shop. She’d also done alterations and some custom work on wedding gowns and bridesmaid dresses. Last fall she’d made an adorable dress for a sassy beagle name Sophie, who had been in Ronan’s brother Del’s wedding. Now Silver used the retail space for her own business.

Natalie opened the glass door and walked into the bright space. Silver had done away with Violet’s displays of buttons and photographs of designer clothing featuring antique buttons. Her business—AlcoHaul—served local weddings. She owned a trailer that had been converted into a bar. As much of the town catered to theme weddings, Silver had decided to go all in. AlcoHaul could be transformed into a medieval tavern, a Wild West saloon or something from an alien landscape.

Her showroom displayed large pictures of the different themes. There were small vignettes set up, illustrating the idea with many kinds of glasses, bottles of liquor and custom drink menus. For today’s lunch, Silver had pulled a couple of small tables together to form one longer one. The place settings were a mix of plastic plates, glasses and flatware from various weddings she’d worked on.

“It’s me,” Natalie called as she set her cupcakes alongside a huge covered casserole dish. She couldn’t see what was under the foil, but even without visual clues, the smell was enough to make her mouth water.

Cheese, bacon and maybe a hint of jalape?o, she thought as her stomach rumbled.

“Hi.” Silver walked in from the back room and smiled. “Tell me you didn’t bring salad.”

“I didn’t bring salad.”

“Good. I’m in a sugar, carb, fat kind of mood.”

The two women hugged. Natalie had the brief thought that anyone looking through the front window would think of them as the most mismatched friends ever. Silver was tall and slim with just enough muscle definition to let the world know that, yes, she did work out. Her platinum-blond hair hung to the middle of her back. She wore tight-fitting black jeans and an equally snug black tank top. An open-work dark blue sweater slipped off one shoulder.

Silver was...exotic. Natalie shook her head. No, that wasn’t right. Silver was the sexy bad girl you knew was the most fun ever. The closest Natalie ever got to out of the ordinary was to be called “bohemian.” She was too short, too curvy and just too bubbly to ever be considered bad.

“How are things?” Silver asked, pouring a very purple drink into two ice-filled tumblers.

“Good. Busy. I’m working on a new art piece. I’m in a dragon mode right now and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.”

“Does it have to be assigned a value? It’s art—can’t it just be?”

“Good point, Mom,” Natalie teased. She took a sip of the drink. There was a fruit base and club soda for sure, along with something else she couldn’t identify.

“Is there liquor in this?”

“Would I do that at lunch? We all have to work later. I do make a version that would knock you on your butt in three minutes, but this is not that.”

They walked over to the table and took a seat. Natalie glanced around at the displays. “You’ve made a few changes. The big pictures on the wall are great.”

“Wynn did those for me.”

Wynn owned the local graphics and print company. She’d started taking photography classes so she could take pictures for her clients. She always joked she was nowhere near wedding-ready, so wouldn’t be putting any of their local photographers out of business, but sometimes a client needed corporate images or a head shot or, in Silver’s case, a wedding setup. That was where Wynn came in.

Silver sipped her drink. “I need your advice. I’ve found a couple of trailers for sale.”

Natalie leaned toward her. “Really? You’re going to expand? You said you were thinking about it. Wow—that’s exciting. Good for you.”

“I haven’t done it yet. I don’t know. It’s a lot. Not just the money, although that’s a consideration. I have savings, but if I buy the trailers, I’ll need to refurbish them so they work as bars and then I’ll have to hire people to staff them.” She looked at Natalie. “I can’t buy them for cash and remodel and pay staff.”

“I’m sure you can get a small-business loan.”

“Probably. Maybe. But I’ve never done anything like that. It’s scary to think about expanding. Right now it’s all on me. I have a crew I work with, but I make all the decisions. With another trailer, I’m sending it out into the world without me. I’m trusting someone else to handle an event.”

“Do you want to expand? What if you kept things exactly as they are?”

“I’ve thought about that, but it seems so cowardly.”

Because Silver was always larger than life. “What about taking on a business partner?”

“No and no. I don’t play well with others.”

Silver’s sweater slipped off her left shoulder, exposing the top of a tattoo on her upper arm. Natalie knew there was other ink on her friend’s body, yet more proof she and her friend were wildly different.

“Change is uncomfortable,” Natalie said. “Maybe if you look past that part to the end goal you want. You know, visualize your success.”

“Because you don’t see me failing?”

Natalie grinned. “Hardly. You’re smart and determined. You will get wherever you want to go—I know that for sure.”