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Dovetail(63)

Author:Karen McQuestion

She grinned. “Then I’m buying dinner.”

“You are one suspicious person, Kathleen Dinsmore. Just because I paid for the tickets does not mean it’s a date.”

“Just making sure that there’s no misunderstanding.”

Joe handed the tickets to the man at the door, who ripped them in two and handed half back. The theater was a third full, but they found two seats on the left-hand side. Kathleen went in first, and Joe took the seat on the aisle.

Once they were situated, Joe glanced upward, his eyebrows lifting. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen an elegant chandelier in a movie theater. It’s enormous.”

“That’s a leftover from when this used to be the Victory Ballroom, a million years ago. Pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” he said, his attention still focused on the ceiling. “What do you call that fancy disc on the ceiling, the big round thing that the chandelier is mounted on?”

“That,” Kathleen said, her head tilted upward, “is a decorative ceiling medallion.”

“Lots of places have them? Would you say they’re pretty common?”

“This particular one isn’t common at all; in fact, it’s one of a kind. See the pattern? Gilded. Done in gold leaf. The owner hired an artist from Chicago to create it just for the ballroom.”

Joe didn’t say anything for an uncomfortably long time, just peered upward, his forehead creased. His mouth twisted, as if he was puzzling through something difficult.

“Joe? Is something wrong?”

“No.” He shook his head with a bit of a shudder. “I was just thinking.” He turned to her and smiled. “It’s very impressive.”

The lights went down then, and Joe finally pulled his gaze away from the ceiling to look at the screen. Kathleen had been concerned that if Joe was going to break their friends-only rule, the movie theater might be the place. Sitting next to each other in the dark was the perfect setup for deliberate, casual touching—the press of one arm against another, the brush of fingertips, the bump of a knee. A whispered comment during a movie could be done in a flirtatious way, his lips brushing against her ear. She knew from experience that guys knew how to start something casual, then delve further while still making it look innocent enough. And if she allowed that to happen, it might lure her in, and she’d find herself responding, leaving the door open for more.

Kathleen knew she could weaken and find herself receptive to overtures of love. She wasn’t immune to romance, even if her marriage had been a disaster. It was safer, though, to leave things as they were. She wasn’t looking forward to having to rebuff any overtures from Joe. She only had the one friend, after all.

But she needn’t have worried. Joe didn’t do any of that. She might not have been there for all the attention he paid to her. He fidgeted, one knee jiggling, seemingly preoccupied during the previews and only relaxing a bit once the movie had started.

Kathleen was engrossed in the movie, delighted to see Jamie Lee Curtis come on the screen, when Joe abruptly got to his feet and walked down the aisle toward the front of the theater. She craned her neck to see what he was doing. There was no exit door in that direction.

Joe reached the end of the aisle, close to the screen, and stopped, just standing there, looking at nothing at all. His back was to the crowd, and since he wasn’t blocking the screen, no one objected. She could barely make out his form in the dim light, but he appeared to look up at the ceiling and back down at a spot on the floor. Then he took a few steps back and did the same thing again. What in the world was he doing?

She got up and went to join him, touching his shoulder. “Joe?” she whispered. Startled, he turned around, a stricken look on his face. “Is something wrong?” she asked softly.

“No, I just . . .” He shook his head, like he couldn’t figure it out.

“The lobby is that way.”

“No, that’s not it. I just remembered something.”

Someone in the audience yelled out, “Hey, quiet down in front! Take it outside.”

Kathleen took Joe by the arm and led him back up the aisle. Instead of stopping at their row, Joe kept going, so she grabbed his cap off the seat and joined him as he went through the swinging doors.

Out in the lobby, she presented him with his cap, which he took from her and held loosely at his side. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I think I have to cut the evening short.”

“You don’t look so good,” she said kindly. “Why don’t we get some air?”

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