Chance (The One More Night Series) (19 page)

“To the right of the bathroom.  Mine is the twin bed beside the window.”

When he made love to me, it surpassed anything I’d ever expected or experienced, if only because this time we truly were naked—literally and figuratively.  There was weight behind our lovemaking.  Something that was almost palpable. 

I don’t know why, but when I climaxed, I started to cry.  Maybe my tears were filled with letting go of past expectations, and knowing that I could embrace new ones.  Maybe they were tears of happiness or tears of gratitude that I hadn’t thrown away the possibilities of exploring what life would be like with this man.  Or maybe it was just a combination of all of it.  

I wasn’t in love with Chance—it was too soon to call it love—but I was on the cusp of falling in love with him.  I could feel myself sliding closer to it.  And for me?  After a year of being alone? 

It felt beautiful.  It felt right.

*  *  *

Later, after calling the girls to tell them that it was fine to come home, I saw Chance to the door.  He was in his suit.  I was in my bathrobe.

“Dinner tonight?” he asked.

“I think I can get away with calling in sick one more time.”

“If they fire you, I can always offer you a job.”

“Look at me—sleeping with the boss already.”

“I’m serious, but I also know that you want to keep your independence, so we’ll cross that bridge when and if it comes.  Just know that there’s a bridge there, OK?”  He bent down and kissed me on the lips while he slipped into his suit jacket.  “And by the way, I bet I pay better.”

“When and if that bridge comes, we’ll talk about it,” I said.  “But thank you for the offer.  And thank you for everything else, Chance.  I mean it.”

“Remember this moment, Abby.”

“Why this moment?”

“Because when we look back on our lives several years from now, it’s going to be this moment that turns out to be one of our most important moments together.  This is the moment that changes everything.  In my heart—and I believe this—this is the moment that is going to lead us to a lifetime of happiness.”

*  *  *

When Brooke and Elle returned home, they were overflowing with questions, not the least of which was why I was standing before them in my bathrobe.  

“As if you don’t know,” I said to them.

“Spill it,” Elle said.

We went into the living room and sat down, and I told them what was said and what had happened.

“I’m so happy for you,” Brooke said.  “This needed a happy ending, and you got one.  You deserve one.”

“I’m thinking of this as a happy beginning.”

“I am, too,” Elle said.  “And by the way, I liked him on sight.  I especially liked how he handled this situation, which was tricky.  He seems like a good guy—now I understand why you were so torn up about him this morning.  Good for you, Abby.  I agree with Brooke—you deserve this.  Enjoy whatever may come of it.”

“When are you going to see him again?”

I turned to Brooke.  “Tonight for dinner.”

“But you work tonight.”

“Let’s just say that I’m calling in sick again.”

“Who cares?” Elle said.  “Look, you’ve worked at that joint for a full year, and you’ve only called in sick once, which was yesterday.  So what?  Your cold has gotten worse.  It happens.  People get sick.  You’ll be fine.”

“That’s what I’m thinking.”

“Where are you going to dinner?”

“He didn’t say.”

“I wonder if he’ll get you off in public again,” Brooke said.  “That was kind of hot.”

“I’m kind of thinking it shouldn’t become a habit.”

“I’m kind of thinking you need to have your head checked.”

“What’s he doing this afternoon?” Elle asked.  “Why aren’t you with him now?”

“First, I wanted to talk with both of you alone.  Second, he needs to tend to some business before he shuts down for two weeks.  Apparently, we’re about to do some apartment hunting for him.”

“Just make sure that you look at that apartment as a possible place that you might find yourself living.”

“Let’s not jump the shark just yet, Elle.”

“Listen to me,” she said.  “I’m serious.  You do need to be thinking that way.  No one knows what the future holds.  Today is proof.”

“Tell her what happened,” Brooke said. 

“What happened where?” I asked.

“You’re not even going to believe this,” Brooke said.

“Believe what?”

“Do you remember Aiden Shaw?” Elle said.

It took me a moment, but then I remembered.  “That baby-faced boy you dated during our first year in college?”

“That’s right.”

“What about him?”

“We saw him at Starbucks.  He lives here now.  And let’s just say that he’s lost the baby face.  He looked chiseled and amazing.”  She pulled her dark hair off her shoulders and twisted it into a chignon behind her head.  “He also asked me out.”

“Aiden?” I said.  “But he was so—”

“Annoying?  Didn’t understand me?  Unbelievably hot in bed, which is why I hung around as long as I did?  Yes—that would be him.”

“Are you going to see him?”

“Why not?  People change.”

“And this guy has changed,” Brooke said.  “Abby, you should have seen him.  He looked like a refined version of what he used to be.  He was gorgeous, but he was also charming, which I don’t remember about him.  I always thought he was a little bit stuffy, but time seems to have smoothed him out.  He’s way more polished now.”

“You were eighteen when you first dated him, right?” I asked Elle.

“That’s right—a mere child railing toward bedlam.”

“Nothing like a good seven years to help one grow up.  Maybe he has.  What does he do now?”

“No idea.  He said he’s going to give me a call soon—we’ll see if he does.  And if he does?  I’ve already made up my mind.  After what I saw today, I’m going to give Aiden Version 2.0 another try.”

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BOOK ONE

CHAPTER ONE

New York City

August

In my suffocating, one-bedroom, prison camp of an East Village apartment, I stood in front of the narrow mirror attached to my broken closet door and saw an older, messier version of myself staring back at me.  I wondered who the hell was she—a distant relative, a long lost sibling, my ugly stepsister?  All of the above?  But then I was too distracted by the sweat coming through my white blouse to be sure or to even care.

What am I thinking?  I look ridiculous.  Not even ice in a freezer could keep cool in this heat.  Call and cancel.  Tell them there has been a death in the family—my hair. 

“This isn’t going to work,” I called out.  “My makeup is running down my face, my hair looks like a hot mess because of the humidity, and my clothes are starting to make the Hudson look dry.  Why couldn’t I have found a job in May or June?  Or even July?  I could be in a comfortable, air-conditioned office right now, doing my work, making light chit-chat with my elegant co-workers, laugh, laugh, laughing with them over the water cooler, and getting something I’ll apparently never see in this city—a paycheck.  But, oh no!  For whatever reason, no one wants to hire me.  So, today, I’ll go and sit in front of some other prickly HR professional who will judge me to be unworthy and send me on my way.”

I waited for a response, but none came.

I grabbed a magazine off my bed and started to fan myself with it.  I walked to the doorway that entered into the living room, and found my best friend and roommate, Lisa Ward, typing at a quick clip on her MacBook Pro.  She was nearing the end of her second novel, which she’d upload to Amazon in a few weeks.  Given the success she enjoyed with her first book, which was an overall Top 100 best seller, I knew my time with Lisa might be brief if this book also took off.  And I hoped it would, if only for her.  Lisa had worked hard and she deserved it.  At least one of us could enjoy our lives.

“You’re awfully quiet,” I said.

“That’s because while you were in a full-on rant, I was taking notes.  I’m going to use that mother of a tantrum for a scene in the new book.  You were brilliant.”

“You’re putting me in your book?”

“I’m putting that
rant
in the book.”

“Tell me I’ll receive a royalty of some kind.”

“How about dinner out?  Like at a hot dog stand?  We can afford that.”

“Works for me.  I’m Raman-noodled out.”

Lisa pulled her blonde hair away from her face, wrapped it into a ponytail, and turned to look at me.  Her skin was shiny from the heat, but even from where I stood, it appeared poreless.  Lisa was one of those beautiful young women who could go without makeup and still look chic.  She often said the same about me, though I never believed it.  I’d never seen what others saw in me.  I only wished I had Lisa’s confidence.

“So, where is this interview?”

“At Wenn Enterprises.”

“Never heard of it, but I’m not the business type.  What’s the job?”

“Oh, you’ll love this.”

“What?”

“I may have my master’s degree in business—you know, the one that has sucker-punched me with forty thousand dollars’ worth of debt—but because I’m essentially broke, I’m now going for a secretarial job.”

“Jennifer—”

“It’s fine.  Wenn Enterprises is a successful conglomerate.  Here’s what I’m thinking.  If I can get my foot in the door as a secretary, someone might see something in me, and in a few months, I’ll have the job I’ve been seeking.”

“I told you I’d give you money.  The book is doing well, and this one is better than the first one, so maybe it’ll do better.”

“I appreciate that, Lisa.  But I need to get out of this mess on my own.  I still have a little left in savings.  Enough to pay for next month’s rent, but then I don’t know what I’ll do.  If I don’t get a job, I might have to go home.”

“Why would you ever leave New York for Bangor, Maine?  Why would you ever go back to your toxic parents?  They just bring you down.”

“The reality is that there is a bomb attached to my bank account, and it’s about ready to explode.  I’ve been frugal ever since we came here in May—no bars, no boys, no eating out, no new clothes, not even a latte—and it turns out I did the right thing.  Otherwise, I would have been out of here at the end of June.”

“You know,” she said, “maybe you should consider a waitressing job at one of the city’s better restaurants.  You could clean up there at night, and then you could look for a job during the day.  It wouldn’t be easy, but if there’s one thing I know about you, Jennifer, it’s that you’re tireless.  The servers at some of the best restaurants make serious money.  Six figures a year isn’t uncommon here—and not many of them look as good as you do.  Stop underestimating your looks.  I think you’re not getting a job because you intimidate the women who are interviewing you.”