Beads of perspiration were forming at her hairline. “How’s Jamison’s potty training coming along?” Not Jimmy, Jamie, Jim, or any variation thereof. Just Jamison.

“He’s so bright. It’s only a matter of time. I’ll admit I was skeptical about all those learning tapes, but here he is, only three, and what an amazing vocabulary.”

“Is he still saying asshole?”

“That’s not funny.”

In the old days, when her mother had a sense of humor, it would have been funny, but, at sixty-two, Kate Granger wasn’t taking well to retirement. Even though she and Annabelle’s father had bought a spectacular oceanside home in Naples, Florida, Kate missed St. Louis. Restless and bored, she’d turned all the energy she’d once directed toward a successful banking career onto her three grown children. Especially Annabelle, her only failure.

“How’s Dad?” Annabelle said, hoping to postpone the inevitable.

“How do you think he is? He plays eighteen holes in the morning and watches the Golf Channel all afternoon. He hasn’t opened a medical journal in months. You’d think after forty years as a surgeon, he’d be a little curious, but the only time he shows any interest in medicine is when he’s talking to your brother.”

On to chapter 2 in the amazing saga of The Granger Wonder Twins, this chapter featuring the dazzling life of that prominent St. Louis heart surgeon, Dr. Adam Granger. Annabelle reached for her water bottle, wishing she’d had the foresight to fill it with a nice peach-flavored vodka. “There’s a lot of traffic, Mom. I don’t think I can stay on my cell much longer.”

“Your father’s so proud of Adam. He just had another article published in the Journal of Thoracic and Cardiovascular Surgery. Yesterday, when we met the Andersons for Caribbean Night at the club, I had to kick him under the table to get him to shut up about it. The Andersons’ children are a terrible disappointment.”

Just like Annabelle.

Her mother swooped in for the kill. “Did you get the applications I sent?”

Since Kate had sent the applications FedEx and undoubtedly tracked their arrival on her computer, the question was rhetorical. Annabelle’s head started to pound. “Mother…”

“You can’t keep drifting like this—jobs, relationships—I won’t even mention that awful business with Rob. We should have cut you off financially in college when you insisted on majoring in theater. And hasn’t that been a gold mine of job opportunities? You’re thirty-one. And you’re a Granger. It’s long past time you settled down and applied yourself.”

Annabelle had told herself she wouldn’t rise to the bait regardless of the provocation, but between Mouse, Heath Champion, the mention of Rob, and a fear that her mother was right, she broke. “Applying myself in the Granger family only means two things, right? Medicine or finance?”

“Don’t start. You know exactly what I mean. That awful matchmaking business hasn’t turned a profit in years. Mother only opened it so she could nib into other people’s lives. You’re not getting any younger, Annabelle, and I won’t stand by and watch you waste more of your life when you could be going back to school and preparing for the future.”