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“And you as well,” Erin responded. “Thanks for sharing your table.”
“This is Lindsey Carter,” Emily introduced her tall, attractive friend.
“Have we met?” Gable inquired.
“I thought you looked familiar too,” Erin said.
“I’m on TV,” Lindsey explained. “I’m a reporter with Channel 6
News in Traverse City.”
“Oh! Okay, right,” Gable said. “I’ve seen you. Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.”
The four women chatted amiably over lunch. Gable was a regular in the Meriwether library, and both she and Emily ate at the café at least three or four days a week, so they had chatted on occasion about their jobs, and gossip in town, and the latest novel that caught their interest.
Gable tried hard not to stare at Erin throughout the meal, but her eyes kept wandering over to her, lingering on her lips, drifting to her breasts. She caught Erin several times doing the same to her and wondered how obvious they were being to their lunch companions.
“So…how do you two know each other?” Gable asked Emily and Lindsey as they dug into dessert.
Each of them had ordered a different type of pie. Emily chose mile-high lemon meringue, Lindsey went with rosy red rhubarb, Erin selected Grandma’s chocolate pecan, and Gable opted for Montmorency cherry.
Both Lindsey and Emily froze at Gable’s question, their forks halfway to their mouths. The two women looked at each other; Emily smiled and Lindsey’s cheeks colored slightly.
“Well, Lindsey detoured into town last spring for pie,” Emily said.
“Remember the day we got that big rain and the bridge washed out?”
“I do!” Gable said. “I had to stay with June for a couple of days. I couldn’t get home.”
“Well, Lindsey got stranded here too. She stayed with me.” Emily turned toward Erin. “The library is that big white house down the street,” she explained. “I live upstairs.”
“We…uh…found we had a lot in common,” Lindsey stuttered, her blush deepening.
The light dawned, and for the F rst time, Gable began to think she just might have this gaydar thing after all. “A lot in common, you say?”
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she asked mischievously. “Erin and I have a lot in common too. I bet we all have something in common.”
The table was silent for a moment as her words sank in.
“Really?” Lindsey looked much more comfortable all of a sudden.
“You don’t say,” Emily said.
“We do?” Erin asked with a puzzled expression, clearly not understanding.
“Mmm-hmm.” Gable nodded, looking at Erin. “You just joined the club a few days ago.”
“Oh!” Erin’s hand f ew up to cover her mouth. Now she blushed.
She looked at Emily, then Lindsey, then back to Emily. “Well, whattaya know. Small world.”
The others all laughed, and as they F nished their pie, the four women made tentative plans to get together one night for poker or a movie or some other outing.
Gable and Erin had to hurry back to the pharmacy if Erin was to make it back to the F re hall in time.
“Well, that was sure an eye-opening lunch. You know, I’ve chatted on and off with Emily for months now, and I never had a clue,” Gable said. “And I’ve even seen her sitting with Lindsey a few times.”
“How did you F gure it out?” Erin asked.
“It was just something about the way they were looking at each other. Kind of like how you and I couldn’t keep our eyes off each other.”
“Do you know how much I want to reach out and take you, right here and right now?” Erin asked as they neared her pickup, parked at the curb in front of the drugstore.
“Hold that thought until tonight,” Gable answered. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“I miss you already,” Erin said, getting into her truck. She rolled down the window. “I’ve got it bad for you, Gable.”
Gable put her hand on the sill and Erin covered it with her own.
“I’m glad to hear that. Me too, Erin. See you later.”
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She thought about the evening the rest of the afternoon. And by the time she got to Erin’s place at 6:40, she could feel the moisture
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