Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Praise for Abbi Waxman and her novels
- Berkley Titles by Abbi Waxman
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Summer
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- Fall
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Readers Guide
- Questions for Discussion
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Listen, Rachel and Edward and I were having dinner with Bob before Halloween. Clare and Annabel were there, of course. Richard, Rachel’s husband, was in New York for work.” She hesitated. “All Bob talked about then was you, too. He’s been trying to give you plenty of room and space to sort yourself out and he was panicking that he’d missed his chance with you.”
Laura felt warm, and Lili watched and grinned as the color mounted the other woman’s face. “You feel the same way about him, don’t you?”
Laura nodded. “So why did Clare . . .”
Lili shook her head impatiently. “Listen, Bob was talking about how being with you made him realize why people wanted to get married, and Rachel was talking about how she’d never wanted to get married again after her first marriage fell apart, but that meeting Richard made her open to it again. That was literally all she said.”
Laura looked blankly at her.
“Clearly, Clare got the wrong idea, because honestly, that child only needs the slightest encouragement to go rogue,” said Lili, bouncing up and down to keep the baby in the carrier quiet. She made a stern face at Laura. “The day I met you, I warned you not to listen to Clare, she lives in a world of her own making.”
“So now what do I do?” Laura looked into the store, where SnaggleBuggle had finished singing and was getting ready for audience Q&A.
Lili smiled. “I think you better find him and tell him.”
“Tell him what? He’s leaving to go away for a few months and then probably he’ll go away again to grad school, and I have grad school, too, and why complicate things any more than they already are?”
Lili shrugged. “Dude, you’re welcome to come between yourself and your own happiness if you want to, but nothing you just mentioned is a good enough reason not to tell someone the way you feel about them. That’s a dilemma you’re going to have to work out for yourself.” She flicked a glance over her shoulder to where Clare had her hand up and was definitely about to ask a question SnaggleBuggle wasn’t going to want to hear. “All I can suggest is you not ask Clare for input.”
FORTY-FOUR
When Laura got back to the house, she saw Maggie making her way up the driveway carrying a stuffed giraffe almost as large as herself. Polly had given Laura a ride to the store, but rather than wait for SnaggleBuggle to extricate himself from an argument with Clare about brand authenticity, Laura had decided to walk home.