At least, she didn’t think she did. She didn’t mean to. Her face burned when she remembered being on the couch with Wyatt the day before. He’d thought she was making a pass at him? And he’d been trying to say…he’d welcome that? Surely not. “You’re frowning again,” Lainie said, standing in the doorway with a batch of message slips with Jane’s calls on them. “What in the world happened to you yesterday?” Jane, if puzzling over anyone’s behavior except Wyatt’s, would have normally turned to Gram and Gladdy for advice on men. Between the two of them, she doubted there was any situation Jane might find herself in that they hadn’t already been in themselves. But she couldn’t talk to them about Wyatt. Not when she was trying to keep his uncle away from both of them. She figured Lainie was her best shot for help here. “Can I ask you something about men?” Jane blurted out before she lost her nerve. Lainie giggled. “Why is that so funny?” Jane asked, finding Lainie’s reaction slightly offensive, maybe more than slightly.
