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?
I just hope she doesn’t get any ideas. At the moment, we’re eating popcorn and watching the penguins. And Mackenzie asks no one in particular, “Did you know the girl penguins got the boy penguins by the balls?” Dee chokes on a kernel. Mackenzie doesn’t notice. “Uncle Drew say the girl gets ta pick any…
Images When we get to Central Park, I take out my camera and get a few great shots of Dee by the fountain. I take some more nature-themed pictures of the leaves as they’re blowing down from the trees. Then Delores and I lay next to each other on a blanket, on a grassy patch,…
“I hate you. No-I don’t mean that, I like you so much. I think I’m dying, Matthew.” “You’re not dying. But I might be dying.” Even though we’re naturally stronger than women, it’s common knowledge that men are ten times more affected by illness. Just ask your husband or your boyfriend. Dee opens the drawer…
“I like her, like her.” Alexandra’s blue eyes widen. “Wow. A Wonder Years reference. This must be serious. Do tell.” My eyes abashedly drop to my burger. “Her name is Delores.” “That’s kind of random.” “She’s . . . different.” Lexi tries to pull more details out of me. “Like . . . she has…
I push the button down until my motherfucking fingertip turns white. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . When that doesn’t get an answer, I admit, I start to panic. I walk onto the sidewalk, below Delores’s front window, and cup my hands around my mouth. “Delores! Hey Dee-you awake?” Because this is New York City, a neighbor…
“Organic turkey bacon. It’s like crack. One taste, you’ll never do pork again.” As we eat, I take the opportunity to check out her place. Before, I was much too preoccupied with making her moan. It’s neater than I expected, and eclectic. A red recliner whose fabric has seen better days is stationed next to…
“That’s Mickey.” “Did you come here with him?” “No. I came with a few girls from work. They’re . . . around here somewhere.” Then I ask the more crucial question. “Are you going to leave with him?” “Probably.” The single word hits me like a jab to the chin. Dee leans over the bar…
Chapter 4 We walk back to Dee’s apartment. Stumble might be a more appropriate word. Dry-hump would fit too. I have the overwhelming need to kiss her every few steps-to pull her to me, or press her against the wall of a building to gain the necessary friction. And she’s in no way passive-dragging her…
She responds with a short bark of laughter and an eye roll. She grabs the silk robe and stands beside me. “What?” I ask, slightly confused. She shakes her head condescendingly. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not the kind of woman you have to make promises to, that you have no intention of…
I’m determined to show her that my recuperation is complete. “Rosaline.” “You look wonderful.” “Thank you,” I reply coolly. “And you . . . haven’t changed a bit.” It’s weird talking to her again, even after all these years-especially after all these years. There’s no attraction, no hatred, no strong emotion at all. There’s some…