Chapters (68)
- Partner Pursuit
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Re: Whitaker retirement party
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Friday, New York City
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Subject: Deposition of Plaintiff in James case
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Subject: Mentors Found
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Jake: While you’re stuck at work, think about this: I thought you might want to do a yoga session while I’m surfing in Santa Teresa. Should I book?
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Chapter Sixty-One
- About the Author
- Acknowledgements
- On any top-ten list of best Sunday plans, today’s brunch with my former crush and his new girlfriend would rank number eleven … hundred. Times five. But I couldn’t say no. We’re still friends.
Finally, but not least, thank you to you, my reader. Thank you for buying and reading my book. I hope you enjoyed spending time with my characters as much as I enjoyed writing about them and escaping to their world.
Kathy Strobos
For Rory’s story, read on for an excerpt from Is This For Real? by Kathy Strobos, an opposites attract, friends-to-lovers, slow burn, fake dating romantic comedy.
Chapter One
On any top-ten list of best Sunday plans, today’s brunch with my former crush and his new girlfriend would rank number eleven … hundred. Times five. But I couldn’t say no. We’re still friends.
And I’m over him.
Just keep telling yourself that.
Still, there is no chance I will ever say “I love you” to Jamie again.
The subway is oddly crowded for this time of day. I squeeze on, snagging the prime real estate spot leaning against the metal doors, right up against the “Do Not Lean on Door” warning, and hold on to a small sliver of a handrail. As the train approaches Times Square-42nd Street, the conductor announces that this local train is now going express, and groans erupt. Works for me. At 42nd Street, half the train empties out, but it quickly fills back up, as if we’ve all just exchanged dance partners.
Three stops later, the train car shudders to a stop, spitting me out along with a stream of passengers jostling each other for a place in the ant line marching up the stairs. The last brush-by without even a “’Scuze me” skews my hat, my favorite 1920s-style cloche. So much for all the time I spent positioning it just right, so I’d look more poised—less cute little buddy—when Jamie sees me again. He’s back to New York for a brief visit. I haven’t seen him in over a year since he’s been living in Singapore. Now if only I can live up to the Hat’s “superpower sophistication.” I adjust it and push through the turnstile.
Even before I reach the top of the steps to the street, the smell of honey-roasted nuts from the Nuts4Nuts vendor cart at the top is making me hungry.
At least my close friend Rory agreed to join me at this brunch with Jamie and his new girlfriend, so I’m not the rejected third wheel sitting across from the happy couple.