Chapters (51)
- Cover
- Praise for A Season for Second Chances
- Also by Jenny Bayliss
- Dedication
- 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
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Guide
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Seb’s mother lived in Boston, where Seb had grown up. She adored Serendipitous Seconds; the first time she’d seen it she had actually screamed, “Oh my sweet lord, did you ever see a more adorable store in your life?” which had instantly endeared her to Nory. She had also likened Nory to a brunette Marilyn Monroe, and this too had gone in her favor. Besides, Nory was used to tricky characters; she had grown up with her dad.
“Are you sure you don’t mind having Mugwort?”
“My mother adores babies and cats, she can’t get enough of them. So the longer she’s lavishing her attention on them, the less time she has to focus on all the things that are wrong with me.”
“She’s still not keen on Seb’s decision to work for himself,” said Andrew. “She had him pegged for climbing to the top of the corporate ladder.”
“You want my dad to explain to her the error of her desires?” Nory smiled.
“I’m not sure my mother and your father should ever be in the same room together!”
Mugwort seemed to have remembered that this was the household that fed him poached chicken breast and didn’t so much as look up as Nory said her goodbyes.
“Now I wouldn’t normally suggest this to anyone,” said Andrew, pulling her into a hug on the doorstep. “But since your man-bar is set so impossibly high, I feel it’s justified: Lower your expectations and increase your chances of finding true love!”
“What kind of advice is that? I thought you were a feminist!”
“I am a feminist. I am also a realist. Seriously, Nory, no human man is ever going to be able to climb the pedestal you’ve created in your mind. So, give mankind a break and be open to possibility.”
“You’re telling me to sweep the gutters for men?”
“Elinor Noel, your notion of gutter sweeping is most people’s aiming for the stars. Now get your game face on. It is a truth universally acknowledged that many people meet their soul mates at weddings, and this is going to be a big wedding. Spend the week leading up to it doing your homework on Charles’s and Jenna’s eligible relatives, and by the time the big day arrives you’ll have a plan of action!”
“You really don’t get out much, do you?”
“Almost never. Last week I got excited when I had to do a nine p.m. co-op visit for Calpol and nappies. It was the closest I’ve been to being out-out in months.”
