“You’re a bad best friend.” I glared at Cat and picked up my phone, making sure to put my hand over the speaker. “Bad, bad best friend.”
She barely glanced up from the plate of scrambled eggs she was salting. “Yeah, yeah. Thank me later.”
Cat didn’t go. We went instead. Jack enforced her dinner first, then dessert rule. He made conversation over appetizers, charmed me over wine, and force-fed me lasagna till I couldn’t move.
The day arrived, dark and gloomy, like Mother Nature knew this was my last day of existence. Bitch could have at least given me some sunshine. I stopped by Cat’s apartment before I headed to June Lake. “You know the drill.” Leaning against her doorframe, I leveled a tragic look on her. &ldquo
My “bring it on” bravado did not last long. Over poison-free pot roast, Bonnie regaled us with tales of Wes’s latest victories at the vet clinic. While we slathered butter on our rolls, she went on about her darling son’s contributions to the community. Once the red velvet cake was serv
As I watched Wes disappear into the darkness, the smile still lingering on my face faded. The girl he’d described—the one who didn’t care what people thought—what happened to her? I’d always just assumed I grew up. And got boring along with it. When was the last time I’d don
I walked into work the next morning heavy with relief. Work would distract me, keep me from obsessing about last night’s fight, stop me from returning one of Jack’s calls from last night, from driving back to June Lake.Of course, work would also eat my soul, but sometimes you had to take the good with the bad.
I pulled into a long, tree-lined driveway and turned the car off. Leaning forward, I peered through the windshield. I didn’t know what I’d been expecting. A full on, Beverly Hills-style mansion, complete with marble walkways and a sprawling lawn? An intimidating, angular modern masterpiece with a fountain smack in the middle of the drive?&
Two hours and a six-pack of beer later, Luke had retired to bed, leaving Jack and I alone in the kitchen. While Jack cleaned up the remnants of dinner, I carried a stack of dishes to the sink and started to fill it. “There’s a dishwasher,” he said as he dropped empty Chinese containers into t
Jack was sitting on the front porch Saturday morning as I pulled into the driveway, looking like an excited kid. An excited kid with a naughty secret.We’d been talking since I left him on Thursday. His dad was on the upswing, so he felt comfortable leaving the hospital for the day.
Two hours later, I found myself parked at a table in the corner of the first bar I found. I didn’t stop when I walked away from Jack. I’d pushed through the crowd and right out the door. Took a right and followed the sidewalk until I found this place.Through the window, the Hope River glittered in the moonlight. All I could focus on, though, w
I had nearly two weeks to chicken out. To convince Cat that there was no need for me to attend the restaurant grand opening. To make her see that being in Jack’s presence would do neither of us any good. I was unsuccessful. Should have known better, really. Once Cat got something in her head, there was n
The next month flew by in a whir of brainstorms and phone calls and late nights staring at my computer screen. The end result: my very own literary agency.Well, technically, agent. Singular. Just me. Working out of my apartment after getting home from my day job. But I had plans, dammit. Big ones. Ones that involved getting good books by talented writers out in the world. Starting with Joy Ne
What did “fine” mean, really? For me, it meant getting up the next morning, putting my big girl pants on and finding a new job. I couldn’t just sit around and mope forever. There were bills to pay, man.
Getting dumped and getting your dream job in the same day sucked. Getting dumped, getting your dream job, and going to work the next day like everything was normal sucked even more.
A couple hours later, the sun had begun to dip below the horizon, casting a dreamy golden glow over the fairgrounds. People still milled about, laughing and talking, soaking in the magic hour before darkness took over. I sat back in my chair and surveyed the booth before me. Slim pickin’s. Jack’s a
The next morning, Cat and I were squeezed into her tiny kitchen, making pancakes and scrambled eggs before we settled down to a marathon of My Boyfriend the Vampire—a very nice Sunday, if you asked me. I had just flipped the final pancake when my phone buzzed from its place on the counter. Cat g
We wandered the fair for a while after that, hand-in-hand. Initially, we’d been looking for Luke and Cat, but they’d vanished. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I worried that the bearded man had actually murdered them. When I voiced my worry, though, Jack assured me that they were fine. “Pro
Jack was sitting on the front porch Saturday morning as I pulled into the driveway, looking like an excited kid. An excited kid with a naughty secret.We’d been talking since I left him on Thursday. His dad was on the upswing, so he felt comfortable leaving the hospital for the day.