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Copyright 2013 Melissa Ward

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For my husband, Eric. You wanted this for me as much as I wanted it for you. There's an O. Henry story in that somewhere.

CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 9

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 21

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 26

CHAPTER 27

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 30

CHAPTER 31

CHAPTER 32

CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 35

CHAPTER 36

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CKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to Krista and Bash for introducing me to Booktrope. You gave me the perfect motivation to stay up late and get my butt in gear.

 

Many thanks to the wonderful team at Booktrope including Rachel Brookhart, Cathy Shaw, Victoria Wolffe, and Greg Simanson. You've made quite a few characters happy to be out of my brain and into the sunlight.

1

“WHY AM I HERE?”

“Jane, are you calling me from a tunnel or something? The phone is all echoey.” Jane held her cell phone closer to her mouth so that Sadie couldn't tell where she was.

“Focus, Sadie! Why am I here?”

“Because you want to get laid?” Sadie didn't bother to conceal her blunt lechery.

“No! You know, when I told you I would call you if I needed your help you said you would be supportive. That is not being supportive.” Jane's whisper devolved into a guttural hiss.

“So you don't want to get laid?”

“I didn't say that, but it sounds really pathetic if that's the only reason.” The automatic toilet picked that exact moment to flush. Jane grimaced and waited for the sound to subside. Sadie sighed loudly.

“You're hiding in the bathroom? Now
that's
pathetic.”

“Sadie, a little help here? Pep talk time. Go.” Silence. “I can hear your eyes rolling.”

“Eww. Um…okay…you deserve happiness?” Sadie's voice quirked into a question mark and Jane couldn't help but feel a little insulted.

“This isn't a multiple choice quiz! You're my best friend. You need to support me in a decision that, though asinine, is important to me. Hell, last night, you were going on about it like I was a friggin' genius. All I'm asking for is a little reinforcement here.”

“We were really drunk last night.”

“I know, but I'm not drunk anymore, and they don't serve shots at the museum snack bar, which is totally ridiculous, so HELP ME OUT!” Jane's panic echoed in the deserted bathroom. Luckily, nobody
else was at the museum this early in the morning. Other people had better things to do on a Friday. Go figure.

“Okay, for real this time. Let me just channel my inner advice columnist.” Sadie took a deep breath. “Jane, you are a beautiful, funny, sexy woman who absolutely deserves happiness. Due to circumstances beyond your control, you are kind of boring. You are there in that museum, hungover, at the ungodly hour of ten o'clock in the morning because you want to get laid. There's a MAN waiting for you if you can drag yourself away from all those magnificent, but regrettably unhot, toilets. You have to pay to play…or something. My head really hurts now.”

Jane paused to absorb Sadie's words. “You know that's not bad. It was going downhill fast when you called me boring, but I think you recovered nicely.”

“Get out of the bathroom, Jane! Don't be stupid!”

“I'm going. God.” She emerged from the stall, hung up her phone, and went to the mirror for a quick assessment. Did she look stupid? Not exactly. More like a little bewildered. Jane felt like her capacity for reason wasn't quite keeping her impulsiveness in check as it should. It probably had something to do with being single, twenty years old, and yeah, perhaps a little boring. What had seemed like a really inspired notion last night after a few very strong and very girly drinks, now seemed kind of silly. It was the “uh-oh” moment when you realize you may have gone down the wrong road at full speed. She was coming to her senses. Well, it wasn't anything she couldn't put off for a little bit longer.

The hum of the fluorescent lights gave her a headache and made her pale skin appear even paler in the mirror. Jane checked her hair in dismay. The careful blow-drying and straightening this morning had become wasted time. Her hairstyle evolved from high-fashion sexpot to “Hiya, just came from the jungle,” thanks to this morning's typical Georgia summer rain shower.

She should have gotten Sadie to do her hair up into a more attractive and weatherproof style, but her roommate rarely got up before noon on summer vacation. Despite her habit of gesturing obscenely with the straightening iron, Sadie knew how to do hair, and often helped Jane with hers. Still, the drama inherent in waking Sadie up before daybreak probably wouldn't have been worth the result.

While standing in front of the mirror, Jane could see her blonde-brown hair expanding from the heat and moisture of the sudden storm. She got a hair elastic from her purse and decided a ponytail/bun combo of some sort would be better than the Bride of Frankenstein look. Despite a late night, she had gotten an early start from Branley College to make it to Atlanta's High Museum by opening, and she now lacked the patience for problem hair. She touched up her makeup, and made sure that the raindrops on her clothes were drying. The green dress she had borrowed from Sadie brought out her eyes and a reasonable V-neck made sure everyone knew she was a girl. Sadie had also offered the use of her bra, a full cup size smaller than Jane's. The end result was indecent, which is why Sadie offered. Jane's cleavage was the one physical asset that she was proud of, though she only revealed it on special occasions.

Her shoes were her own silver flats, which was lucky, considering they had suffered in the rain along with her hair and now squeaked from both heels if she walked too quickly. Jane may be able to get away with borrowing a dress from Sadie, but if she returned a pair of designer shoes in less than pristine condition, she doubted she would live to see another day. She looked good. It was the most effort she had put into her appearance in a while. She hoped it wasn't a waste of time.

Summer provided her with a few precious months to make serious money for school, and a few nights off in which to lose herself in the drunken revelry that was expected and necessary for a college student her age. She had been innocent of the proper way to debauch until Sadie came along, and together they were making up for lost time. Last night had been a slow night waitressing at the bar, and her boss had allowed her to quit early as long as Sadie and she stayed and got drunk at a table visible from the street. They were chum in the water, but they didn't mind. Sadie could pull in any guy within a three-mile radius, and she did just that.

Before long, she had doubled the crowd and the take from the bar was going to make it a profitable night despite the sparse student population on summer break. Jane had just sat back and watched it happen, as she did most nights. Between sly glances and obvious lip licking directed at the vulnerable males in her orbit, Sadie had somehow
convinced Jane that a visit to the museum today was a great idea. Jane had been in absolute accord. She had been absolutely blitzed.

Getting out of bed when her alarm clock went off too few hours later took most of her willpower. She was determined to go through with her little episode of insanity. Confidence was still high that The Guy was going to be there today. It was Friday, and the last time she had seen him was a Friday. Additionally, he had not been there the previous two Fridays, and she felt that he must be coming back today since the exhibits had changed. This was a slyly manufactured rationale, but Jane had needed it to get up early and drive all the way to Atlanta from Branley.

She remembered her excitement when she first told Sadie that she had talked to The Guy during a field trip the previous month with one of her Art History courses. It had been near the end of their time at the museum when she spotted him sitting alone by one of the massive bronze sculptures on display. Jane had sat down on a nearby bench to sketch the sculpture. He was gorgeous, tall, muscular, and completely unapproachable. Jane had never wanted to be Sadie until that moment. Sadie was fearless. There was no man alive that could look at Sadie and not want to be near her, if just to creepily smell her strawberry scented hair. Jane got her fair share of interest from guys on campus, but none of them looked like him. Even if she had met him in a bar after some liquid courage there was no way Jane would have gone up to him unless it was to take his drink order. She was starstruck. That initial reaction was now wearing off after several weeks of disappointment.

Infatuation had robbed her at least three consecutive Fridays of her precious vacation and additional countless hours of vacant obsessing about whether or not he was interested or if he might actually come back to the museum like her very own “boomerang boy.” That was what Sadie called the guys she was bored with. She stopped calling, but they inevitably found a way to bump into her in an attempt to regain her capricious favor. Throw them away, and they still come right back. Cold though it sounded, they knew what they were getting into when they tangled with Sadie. She never met a guy she couldn't find fault with. Conveniently, she discovered these faults after she had done whatever it was she wanted to do with them in the first place.

Now Jane wished she had the ability to dismiss men the way Sadie could. She hadn't planned on coming today until last night and a row of magically empty shot glasses changed her mind. Today was the last day she would wait for him. She had the uneasy feeling that she had passed “pathetic” several days ago and was on her way to “mentally unstable.” One last day, and then no more.

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