Chapters (31)
- Wrong for You
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- A Letter Home
- About the Author
- Other books by Jenny Proctor
Jamie: Feel free to do a little recon work while you’re with her.
Simon: ??
Jamie: Talk about books. Music. She mentioned Emily Dickinson the other day. Heard of her?
Simon: She’s a poet. If she’s telling you what she likes, why not Google it? You don’t need me to spy.
Jamie: Maybe not. But it’d be cool to name-drop someone she already likes before she ever mentions it.
Simon: That’s ridiculous.
Jamie: But you’ll still help, right? Just pay attention is all I’m saying.
Chapter 8
“You know I’m dying to hear about the ‘Macarena,’ but I want the man news first.” Randi didn’t even say hello when I answered her call in the middle of my drive home, just launched right in.
“How can man news be more exciting than a bride and her entire wedding party doing the Macarena down the aisle?”
“I can’t even wrap my brain around how ludicrous that is. Stay focused, Lane. I have twelve minutes until my cream puffs are done, and I need to know details. Name? Profession? Is it serious? Is he gorgeous? Is he Mormon?”
I laughed. Randi wasn’t Mormon, but she knew me well enough to know it was something that would matter to me. “His name is Jamie Hamilton. He works in app development. Grew up in Virginia. He is Mormon. He has a twin brother.”
“Hold up. Back up and tell me what that means.”
“It means when his mother was pregnant, instead of having one baby, she had two.”
“Thanks for that, Lane. Your faith in my intelligence is astounding. App development. What does that mean?”
I pulled into my driveway and turned off the car, then grabbed my purse and headed up the stairs to my apartment to change clothes. It was the last day of the soccer clinic, and the evening of the now-infamous soccer rematch. “You know the game LogiX? The puzzle game thing you can put on your phone?”
“No.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I also don’t play Candy Crush or Farmville or Words with Friends. I know. I’m a walking freak show.”
“What do you do with your spare time?”
“I cook.”
“And the world is better for it.”
“Clock’s ticking, Lane. Get to it.”
“He and his brother run this company that designs and develops apps. It started with the two of them, but I think they’ve hired a few other people now, and . . . I don’t know too much about the logistics of how it all works. They’ve been in talks with this company in California, and if stuff works out between them, Jamie says it’s going to be huge.”