Nearly thirty, over-endowed with curves, and under-endowed with boyfriends, you could say that my life is not going to plan. Still hopelessly in love with my childhood friend and neighbor who only sees me as his best pal, it’s finally sinking in that if I want a happily ever after I’m going to have to look further afield. Which means putting my feelings for Jack behind me, no matter how much it hurts.
I love Gill. Who wouldn’t? She’s cute, kind, funny and my side-kick since school. She’s suffered with me through my failed marriage and has become a second mom to my six-year-old daughter, so I like to make sure she’s okay. Only, life’s just started to get crazy.
I’m pretty darn good at getting my point across in business, but how am I supposed to deal with Gill throwing herself away on the whimpy bank manager? I’m worried that I’ll lose her friendship if I tell her what I know, and worried that she’ll get hurt if I don’t. Then there’s this other worry. What if I’m just jealous? And what the heck does that mean?
Sycamore Springs is not Eden
I’ve come home to Sycamore Springs, which is something I thought I’d never do. Right now, with my big fat divorce pending, the soul-destroying taste of failure in my mouth, no job, little money and two kids to support, there’s no choice. Nothing to panic about. And why am I compelled to include in my drama, this unwanted attraction to a man several years younger than me? Hot or not, it just isn’t going to happen.
My last two relationships were complete disasters. Meeting Eve again, the sister-in-law of the woman I jilted at the altar - and therefore completely out of bounds - and realizing there might be something between us, something I’ve never felt before, makes me think cupid might be having a whole lot of fun at my expense.
When the past knocks on your door, it might pay to let it in.