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?
He smiles warmly. “I’ll be close by. Just give a call if you need anything.” I nod. And he closes the door behind him. I want to be moved by George’s words. Inspired. Motivated to drag my ass out of this bed. But I’m just too . . . tired. So I lay back down,…
Like someone forgot to tell them you’re supposed to lay down when you’re dead. Dick toucher. Care to hazard a guess what the second stage is? Oh yeah-it’s anger. What have you done for me lately-I’m better off without you; I never liked you anyway-anger. Ear-fucker. No, that’s lame. Eater-of-ass. Better. The alphabetical naughty name-calling?…
X-tra absorbent maxipad. I was fine before Drew, and I’ll be fine after him. Just because I’ve never been alone doesn’t mean I can’t be. I. Don’t. Need. Him. Really. Yeasty seepage. Are you convinced? Zithead. Yeah. Me neither. Images I know what you’re thinking. Why? That’s the big question, isn’t it? The one Nancy…
And his voice is as cold as the steel of an outdoor gate in a snowstorm. “Look who’s home.” Lots of women imagine how they would react if they caught their boyfriend or husband cheating. What they would say. How strong they’d be. Righteous and indignant. But when it’s for real? When it’s not just…
I imagine this is what Lucifer looked like when God tossed him out of heaven. Bitter and broken. But still so achingly beautiful. I pull my arm free. And my voice is high-pitched, almost hysterical. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you ever fucking touch me again!” He smiles slowly, the very picture of serenity. He wipes…
But to know perfection-to touch it, taste it, breathe it in every day-and then have it taken away? Loss is agony. And every inch of my skin aches with it. “I need . . . I have to go.” Yes, that was my voice. The dazed and confused version, like a casualty in some massive…
Moody. They certainly sound familiar. What? Why are you looking at me like that? No, no-everyone knows the surest sign of pregnancy is a missed period. And my period’s not due for . . . one . . . two . . . four . . . Five . . . My period was due…
But he doesn’t give. “I can’t. I have some work to finish. I’ll talk to you later. “ He kisses my forehead, and his lips seem to linger a moment longer than normal. Then he pulls back and walks away. Images In New York City, there’s one thing you can depend on. Expect. It’s not…
If you’re wondering why I don’t sound happy, it’s because I’m not. You have to understand-I was never that girl. I didn’t play with baby dolls; I played with my parents’ cash register. When the other kids wanted to go to Toys “R” Us, I wanted to go to Staples. Even before my craving for…
I shrug. “Must’ve been a three-hour bug. I feel fine now.” Drew cups my cheek and palms my forehead, feeling for a fever. “You sure?” “Yep. Right as rain.” He nods, but his eyes are suspicious, not totally convinced. “All right. Oh-we’re supposed to have dinner at my parents’ tonight. Think you’ll be up for…