Drew Evans, a confident playboy and successful businessman, suddenly isolates himself, claiming he has the flu. The real reason? Katherine Brooks, a smart and ambitious new hire at his father’s firm, turns his life upside down. Drew’s attraction to her challenges his arrogance, leading him to question everything. Can he win at love?
Too little, too late. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. All clichés-and all so fucking true. Then a thought comes to me, and I throw the covers back and jump out of bed. I open my drawers and dig through them, searching fruitlessly. Then I drop to my knees at the closet…
Delores snorts, “If only Queen Bee-atch Alexandra had been so thoughtful. She called us twenty times at the hotel-freaking out about how we had to come home because Drew needed a suicide watch.” I roll my eyes. “She’s exaggerating.” “I thought so too. Until I saw the Dark Prince myself. Wasn’t pretty.” I take the…
Delores nods. “Matthew said Drew told him everything that went down between you two.” Okay. This is a good thing. If Drew is telling his family I’m pregnant, maybe he’s changed his mind. Maybe all he needed was some time to get used to the idea. And Matthew’s a great person to talk to in…
Have you ever lost your keys? And you check all your pockets and pull the cushions off the couch. And then-after searching for ten minutes-you turn around and there they are. On the table. Right in front of you the whole time. Almost . . . like the answer was too easy to see right…
I rub my eyes hard. Frustrated. Aggravated . . . with myself. “I just need to make a goddamn decision. I have to figure out a plan and stick with it. I just . . .” My voice breaks. “I just don’t know what to do.” Billy breathes deep. Then he stands up. “All right,…
Except for the fact that I already love Billy. Too much to take advantage of his devotion-too much to use him to heal my broken heart and bruised ego. He deserves better than that. Billy Warren is no one’s consolation prize. And I’d happily scratch the eyes out of any woman who tried to make…
My mom rubs my arm. “As long as you’re feeling up to it. Mildred is working today, so I could certainly use the help.” Mildred has worked at our restaurant for as long as I can remember. She’s a terrible waitress-I think my mother just keeps her on out of charity. Legend says that she…
Where the normal people are. Well . . . lived, anyway. I walk behind the counter to get a take-out box for Billy’s rings. He rests his elbows on the counter, leaning over. “So where’s Dr. Manhattan?” He means Drew. You know-after the arrogant, inhuman, blue physicist in the Watchmen comics? “He’s not here.” Billy…
It’s a relaxing process. Like knitting. I lick the edge of the paper and smooth it down. Then I pass it to Billy. He looks at it admiringly. “You’re an artist.” He puts the joint between his lips and flips open his Zippo. But before the flame touches the tip, I snap the metal cap…
That’s what the next two days were like for me. A montage of sunlight and moonlight, of tears and vomiting and trays of food being taken away untouched. The moments in that space between wakefulness and slumber were the hardest. When I’d start to believe it was all some horrible nightmare conjured from watching too…