Saturday morning, I stopped by my favorite nail salon. The damage I'd done with the garbage disposal last night was beyond anything I could fix. My cuticles were a wreck, there were cuts on my fingers, and it would take a hell of a lot more than cutting and filing to get my manicure looking good again. I'd been coming here every week for years, and I considered my nail tech, Crystal, a friend. For nearly a decade, I'd sat in her chair for an hour once a week and talked to her like drunks do to bartenders. She knew everything there was to know about me, including my obsession with changing polish colors throughout the week, and my attempted rendezvouses with pundanda. She thought the whole thing had been rather humorous and enjoyed many chuckles at my expense. But the panties in the garbage disposal seemed to take the cake. "What were you thinking, Giselle? What would you have said to Collier if he'd come over?"It seemed obvious to me. "That I was doing laundry." I shrugged
I warred with conflicting emotions the remainder of the day, and Saturday was no better. Beck had come by to let me know she gave him the last bottle, but he hadn't opened it in front of her and had gotten mad when she insisted on it. I hadn't intended to put her at odds with Collier. Luckily, she wasn't holding his mood against me. I wanted to sit around and whine and worry all day, but it wasn't fair to her, so I let her escape unharmed. Each minute that ticked by seemed like an hour, and I started to believe the universe had slowed its spin just to drag this out a little longer. By the time six o'clock had finally found its way to the face of the clock on my wall, I'd worked myself up into a frenzy of uncertainty. I put on a pair of skinny jeans and a blouse with the shoulders cut out. My belt matched my heels, and I hitched my new purse into the crook of my arm. I wish I felt half as good as I looked, but insecurity had taken root in my gut, and I was a nanosecond away from tossi
He dipped his head next to my ear, and the sound of his voice washed over me like a cleansing rain. "I've missed you, too." Then his lips met my temple, and he pulled back to see my face. His eyes scanned my features before he finally asked if I was ready to be seated. Hand in hand, we followed the hostess to our table. The ease that normally surrounded us was off, and I knew we needed to address it, even though all I wanted to do was sweep it under the rug.Just as I opened my mouth to speak, he said, "Thank you for the little presents. I'm sorry I haven't been able to get in touch with you this week. Things haven't been good at work, and I've been living in my office putting out fires."I waved him off. "It's not a big deal. I figured you needed time to sort through things." "I did, but not a week. Unfortunately, I got sidetracked, and each time you reached out, I was in the middle of some horrific customer issue. I'm sorry I wasn't able to come help you with the garbage dispos
The Camaro idled in the circular drive behind his sports car. He hadn't made any move to get out, but he hadn't said anything, either. I put the car in neutral and pulled up the parking break, waiting for him to tell me whatever was on his mind. "I know it's getting late, but do you want to come in?" He motioned with his thumb over his shoulder to the house behind him. "It's been a really long time since I've dated, and honestly, Giselle, I don't know what I'm doing. Beck isn't going to be home tonight so you won't-" "I'd love to." I needed to stop his rambling before he said something that would make me laugh at him. Collier was normally a confident man, and I didn't want him to question anything. I didn't have a clue what we were doing or where this was going. My heart raced like I was fifteen and about to go to second base for the first time. My jingle-jangle rang between my legs, and I desperately wanted him. Maybe that made me easy, I didn't know...nor did I care. The closer
The next morning, I woke to a wall of Collier. Everything in me wanted to snuggle into him, breathe in his comfort, memorize his scent, but the "History of Giselle" told me it was time to go. I hadn't done relationships in years, and the more I thought about where I was, the faster my heart started to race and panic set in. The walk of shame didn't appeal to me, and the only option remaining was silent flight, but as soon as I tried to pull out of his arms, he stirred. His grip around my waist tightened, and he hummed."Where are you going?" His voice was husky and warm."I need to get home." I kept pulling away from him, but he refused to allow me much distance."Stay."I gave in to his embrace and lay next to him. I tried to read his features, see something in his eyes, expecting his expression to say "go" while his words said "stay." But I didn't know what to do when nothing other than sincerity was there. "I need to go run, Collier. The longer I lie here, the hotter it will g
West had been to my house. He'd been in the living room and kitchen, but he hadn't been beyond that. But he settled in like there was no place he'd rather be. I kept thinking he'd get tired of my tiny space and hint at leaving or moving. But as the days turned into weeks, more of his stuff accumulated in my closet, and I found myself giving him more drawers. I loved having him around, but I wasn't gung-ho about cramming my crap into smaller spaces. And I flat out refused to give up my cabinet dedicated to all things OPI."Giselle, there must be two hundred bottles of nail polish in here. You can't possibly use them all." Collier got my obsession...to an extent. We'd apparently reached that point. I wandered into the bathroom and stared at my collection he was moaning about. "I do.""You couldn't use all of these in a year if you painted your nails every other day. And every time I turn around you're bringing home another bottle. Can't we consolidate this? Even a little?""Collier,
"Sell it. But, Giselle, don't you think we need to consider buying something bigger? It doesn't have to be elaborate, but we're cramped here. Your nail polish has more cabinet space than I do in the bathroom.""I thought you were okay with my collection?""Babe, I am, but surely you can find another place you love as much as this one that fits our needs better...and has a pool. Let's be honest, no matter where we live, I'm not giving up seeing you in a bikini.""I'd rather just get rid of some of my stuff. And if the pool is a big deal, we can put one in the backyard."He started to undress when we reached our bedroom, and I had a hard time telling him no when he was naked. I wasn't sure if he was aware of that fact, but based on how the discussion continued, I think he planned to use his sex appeal to his advantage.I toed off my shoes and watched him shed his clothing. My mouth watered as he bared more skin. He smirked when he caught me staring, and I wiped a bit of drool from t
Turned out, shopping for a house when money wasn't an issue was far more fun than doing it on a budget. My modest home had fit my humble budget after I purchased it, but once we started looking, I realized there were things we could afford together that I never could have had on my own. I had no interest in breaking the bank, but I added a few things to my wish list. "You're driving the real estate agent bonkers, babe.""I'm just challenging her skill set.""There isn't a pool in this state shaped like a bottle of nail polish."It was absurd, and I knew it, but I loved seeing Collier's face when I threw out something outlandish. "I didn't say that was a deal breaker.""You want a four-thousand square foot house with three bedrooms. It doesn't exist.""No, you set the size, I just said three bedrooms.""Custom cabinetry for your OPI collection?""People have custom closets, why is this so strange?""A jogging trail...with a lighted path? That's called a street."I shrugged.
We spent seven glorious days in Maui before returning home to our lives that were forever changed. When I'd gone to work the following week, my boss had made a wise crack about my being off the market and getting married because I was pregnant. Maybe I shouldn't have told Collier, but in hindsight, it was the best thing I ever did. He insisted I quit and that led me to be a stay-at-home wife until the baby came. I spent time helping Collier out at work, menial tasks like putting packages together or stuffing envelopes, but it gave me something to do, and I got to see my sister-in-law all the time-and my husband wasn't a bad consolation prize, either. Six months later, we welcomed Garrett Collier West to the world. I didn't have a clue what to do with a little boy and was completely lost with the parts that made him different from me. But together, Collier and I figured it out-even if it took us a couple years. Our friends adored him, and as the only child in the group, he was spoiled
It might have been an hour or thirty seconds, I didn't know, but when the song changed, my feet moved. I didn't know where I was going or what I was doing, I just knew that silver runner ended at my future. A cloud hid the sun perfectly, still providing a gorgeous day but shielding our guests from the heat of midday. I couldn't take in all the details in the short walk, but our friends were all gathered near the pergola to the side of the pool. There were so many flowers I wondered where they'd all come from, but then Collier came into view. And nothing else mattered. He stood in a black tux at the side of the minister with his hands clasped in front of him. The smile on his face radiated happiness, and I almost took off running to meet him, but I thought he might frown upon my wrapping my legs around his waist in a full-body hug at this particular moment. Everything about him was sheer perfection for me. I'd waited over thirty-nine years, but the man of my dreams had been well wor
Collier had been all kinds of secretive Friday night, and Saturday morning, he shipped me off to a spa for a couple of hours of pampering. I took my new bottle of OPI with me and enjoyed the royal treatment-manicure, pedicure, massage, hair, and makeup. As the girl finished setting my face with some mist to hold her work in place, my nerves set in. Or maybe it was morning sickness. Whichever it was sent me flying to the bathroom to empty my stomach. I wiped my mouth and dreaded looking in the mirror for fear of what my retching had done to the paint on my face. To my surprise, every bit of it held, including the mascara when my eyes watered. The only thing that needed a touch-up was my lips. This girl was good.She fixed my lipstick and seemed as pleased as I was. I'd opted for a more casual up-do and added fresh flowers to make it special. But with the natural appearance of my makeup, the high ponytail with large curls fit perfectly. I hadn't wanted to break the bank on a dress I'd w
"Hey, whore." Ronnie had been trying to catch me by phone for days, but I'd successfully managed to avoid her and pacified her with the occasional text message. She'd know instantly if I lied to her, and I couldn't risk her asking questions. She'd finally caught me and showed up just before lunch on Friday."What are you doing here?" Shit. Shit. Shit. I couldn't keep anything from her. She'd know just by looking at me that I didn't have just one secret but two. That was the problem with having a friend who knows you better than you knew yourself. And then there was the whole eye twitch thing she swore by."Playing detective." Her smirk reached her eyes, and they glimmered with mischief."I don't know what you're talking about." I tried to play coy, act like I had no clue what she referred to. At this rate, she'd have every bit of intel I had to offer in a matter of minutes. It was a good thing no one had ever given me a key to Fort Knox."What are you hiding, Gizzy?""I hate you."
Oddly, I hadn't been the one who'd had a difficult time keeping her mouth shut. Collier almost slipped just about every time we were with any of our friends. I'd made him agree not to share our news until after I'd made it past the first trimester. I was older, and there were more risks. I didn't want to have to break that news, too, so he had agreed to wait. Except that every time I turned around, he was gawking at a dad with a baby, or commenting on how cute a family was. And when he cut off pool time, our friends thought he was certifiably insane."They're going to know something's up...or think we hate them, West. You can't cut off the pool. They all live in our backyard.""Giselle, you said yourself that Ronnie has suspicions, and she and I both commented on the fact your body had already changed some. I know you don't want to hear this, but your tummy is a little rounded. It wouldn't be noticeable except you're normally flat as can be. You have better abs than most men I know.
Twenty-six. That's the number of pregnancy tests I took the following day when I called in to work after Collier left for the office. After three trips to three different drug stores to buy other brands, I'd ended up with twenty-six inaccurate sticks lying on our bathroom counter. Each arranged in neat rows and columns, and all screaming at me. I hurt for women who bought into the lies these companies propagated to hopeful mothers-to-be. There should be laws against faulty products.I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes, not wanting to acknowledge what was before me. Ignorance was bliss, and I could lie to myself for ages...or at least nine months until the pains of labor started. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." In my haste to repeat a string of explicative words under my breath, I apparently tuned out the house around me. And the man who'd entered our bedroom."Babe?"The sound of Collier's voice brought me out of my chant, and I waited to see if I'd really heard him or if it was my imagina
The driver remained silent, didn't leave me with instructions on what to do, nothing. He abandoned me amongst the headstones and mausoleums. Collier hadn't turned around, but I was sure he'd heard the limo pull up. There wasn't a car around, and the only sounds in the air were the birds chirping. The grass went on for miles, a thick, lush green I thought would be a perfect OPI color for St. Patrick's Day, and flowers dotted the markers with splashes of life. I took a deep breath and started on the path to Collier hoping I was meant to join him. My heels marked the walkway in time with my steps, and I worried foolishly about how loud I was being. It wasn't like I was in a library, these people were dead-the sound of my footsteps wasn't going to bother them. Just before I reached his side, Collier turned around.My breath hitched at the sight of the man I loved in a tuxedo holding two red roses in one hand and the other stuffed in his pocket. I had not a clue what was going on or why
The next day, I went back to my mind-numbing job where I spent another eight hours staring at the walls hoping someone would come in to entertain me...or possibly shoot me. When that hadn't happened by ten, I started messaging my friends, none of which responded because they all had jobs that required them to actually do something. I surfed Facebook but quickly grew tired of that as well. A girl can only read so many posts about politics and how great other peoples' lives are before wanting to clobber herself in the head with the heel of her shoe. I tried never to bother Collier at work. I still wasn't sure I fully understood what he did, but I knew he ran a huge company that required his attention, and if I sent him a text, he would stop to respond.Me: Are you busy?Collier: Never too busy for you, Elle. What's up?Me: I'm bored.Collier: Haha. I can hear your whining from here. Me: Not funny.Collier: Babe, why don't you find a job you actually enjoy? I didn't know how to s
I stole her flip-flops to keep from scalding my feet again-only Ronnie would have heels on pool shoes. Collier had gotten in the water, and his skin glistened when he broke the surface. Once I reached the steps, I kicked off my borrowed shoes and stepped into the shallow end. The cool feel of the water against my skin was refreshing and washed away the unease the discussion of money brought. I took a deep breath before going under and swimming between West and the wall. He stepped back to allow me room to maneuver my body into the narrow space, and his smile welcomed me when I stood in front of him."Hey, babe."The feel of his chest beneath my fingers spurred me on. His nipples were firm and masculine as my palms grazed them. While my touch continued north, he snaked his arms around my lower back. The moment I laced my fingers behind his neck, he took my mouth with his in an inappropriate kiss. My legs crawled up his like a monkey on a tree before settling around his waist."Get a