“What book did you get that out of?” I taunt. “I got that from me, thank you very much.” After Lily has done all she can, she pulls me out into the bar to find a man to talk to. I stand there feeling foolish, but to my surprise, a drink shows up for me. A cocktail is set before me, and when I
I want to crawl into a hole. I want to burst into tears and curl up into the fetal position, and just…pass away. What the hell has gotten into me lately? I can’t believe my mistake; I must be losing it. What, just because Daniel and Derek both have names that start with D, I sent the message to
“Sorry, I’m not in the right state to be dating right now. You’re a good person. I hope you understand. :) –Es” I hit send, and I let my phone sit on my desk for a second before I start returning to my work. To my surprise, however, Daniel unexpectedly calls me very quickly. I hesitate but slowl
“What the hell? Why can’t you represent me? Do you think I can’t afford to pay you because I assure you that you’re well within my budget.” I feel blind-sighted at this wrench being thrown into the system. Why are they denying me after just one conversation? “It’s not that,” the older gentleman
“Come see for yourself, Esme,” he sneers, opening the door wider to join them in the house. Disgusted, I brush past the two of them into the house I’d put years into. Immediately I see a change; my old study I’d spent hours working in has already been turned into a hot-pink nursery. “Wow, couldn
“I am a divorce lawyer, yes,” Daniel says as he bites into his hamburger. We’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant during the dinner rush, having this conversation after I’ve been stressing all day. Daniel is enjoying his hamburger and fries, but I barely touch my own burger. Anxiety has been m
I blink a few times, looking around to make sure I didn’t dream it. But the noise comes again, and I identify it as the sound of my little neighbors. Tris and Bea. I rub the sleep from my eyes and head to the door to make sure everyone is okay. When I see the sight before me, I can’t help bu
I feel a streak of embarrassment flush my face. God—the things these kids know and notice these days are crazy. And coming from the mouth of a toddler! I never would have imagined Tris knows what breasts are, let alone that her father was looking at mine. “It’s just an adult versus child misunders