LOGINAs he goes toward the door, I make my way out of the bed and hurry to the bathroom, my mind filling with scenes and more questions. After closing the door, I take a deep breath and turn on the light. Even through squinty eyes, the reflection in the mirror isn’t nearly as bad as I expected. My blonde hair is a wavy mess, and my blue eyes have a bit of red, but it isn’t anything that can’t be fixed with a brush and a few eye drops. I quickly splash water on my face and reach for a toothbrush.
As my fingers graze Trevor’s toothbrush, I decide that no matter what happened last night, I don’t know him well enough to share oral hygiene utensils. Instead, I squeeze a dollop of toothpaste on my finger and make quick work of removing the tiny fuzzy sweaters that someone knit during the night and currently fit tightly around each tooth.
Don’t let anyone fool you. Fireball is not your friend.
After another minute or two, I decide that just maybe I’ll be able to pull off this maid-of-honor show. It’s then that I notice my phone on the counter. It’s turned off, and I pray it has some battery remaining. The charger is hopefully back in my room.
After a few seconds of pushing the power button, with a chime the screen comes to life. I swipe it and am met with multiple indicators of voicemails and text messages. Looking first at the text messages, I see that they’re all from Kimbra. The first one asks if I made it to my room safely, followed by separate question marks, followed by the next one.
“TELL ME YOU’RE WITH SOME HANDSOME MAN, OR I’M COMING TO FIND YOU.”
Next: “SHANA! I NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP. GIVE ME A THUMBS UP—ANYTHING.”
Text number six: “THE HOTEL WON’T TELL ME SHIT. GRANDMA HELEN CALLED, AND ALL THEY TOLD HER WAS THAT YOU WERE CHECKED IN. WE KNOW THAT. AT LEAST IT WAS MORE INFO. I THINK SHE SCARED THEM. LOL.”
Lastly: “I’M STILL WORRIED. CALL ME BACK, OR GRANDMA AND I ARE COMING TO LOOK FOR YOU. IT’S NOT A SLUMBER PARTY YOU WANT.”
I check the current time—7:40 in the morning. Since it’s not even eight, and Kimbra was texting until after midnight, I decide to text back instead of calling.
My fingers hover over the keyboard. “SORRY I DIDN’T CALL OR TEXT. I WAS BUSY MAKING OUT WITH YOUR FUTURE BROTHER-IN-LAW.” ...Backspace and erase…
Starting over: “DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME IN NEW YORK WITH THE FIREBALL? YEAH, NEITHER DO I. I ALSO DON’T REMEMBER LAST NIGHT IN INDIANAPOLIS.” (Smiley face emoji)
I contemplate hitting send.
Backspace…erase...one more try...
“HEY, BABE. SORRY. I CRASHED LAST NIGHT WITH MY RINGER OFF. I’M ALIVE AND WELL. CAN’T WAIT FOR THE WEDDING. THE YOU, ME, AND GRANDMA HELEN SLUMBER PARTY WILL HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER TIME. YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR GRANDMA! LET’S GET TODAY’S PARTY STARTED. YOU’RE GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE.”
Seconds after hitting send, my phone chirps: KIMBRA flashes on the screen.
“BITCH. YOU HAD ME SCARED TO DEATH. GRANDMA AND I WERE GOING TO DRIVE BACK TO THE CITY, BUT SHE WAS WINNING AT POKER AND KEPT SAYING ONE MORE HAND. (Laughing emoji) DUNCAN EVEN TEXTED HIS BROTHER, ASKING IF HE’D SEEN YOU. HIS BROTHER IS STAYING AT THE SAME HOTEL. INTRODUCE YOURSELF IF YOU SEE HIM. HE LOOKS LIKE DUNCAN, BUT NOT AS SEXY, WITH BLOND HAIR AND WELL, NEVERMIND. YOU’LL MEET HIM AT THE WEDDING. DON’T FORGET HAIR AND MAKEUP AT NOON. SEE YOU THEN. LOVE YOU.”
I shake my head. Only Kimbra would start her text by calling me a bitch and end it with “love you.” I think for a second about her description of Trevor. I could call her and tell her that she’s completely wrong about him, but that would give away my uncomfortable situation. Maybe before giving anything away, I should learn more about last night.
“Shana?” Trevor’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
"I’ll need to be on-site on and off during the week," Trevor says. "We will figure all that out. But my weekends will be free. I was only one of the engineers who worked on the proposal, but after I learned how you were being treated in New York, I applied to my boss to let me supervise the project. Then, even before it was approved, I went to Max and pushed for the funding commitment. It was a long shot, but it worked.”“So you’re here now in England?”“I am.”And then I recall the royal wedding. “But how did you get here? Flights are booked. This city is a madhouse.”“I called in one more favor.”“From whom?”“I called my brother.”The tears again threaten the back of my eyes. “You asked Duncan to fly you to England?”“What good is it to have a hotshot brother with a company plane if I never use it?”Forgetting about my lovely aroma, I reach up and wrap my arms around Trevor’s neck. “Of all the things you did, I get the feeling that call was the most difficult.”Trevor shrugs his wi
Me, who is wearing shorts and a camisole with no bra, three-day-old hair, no makeup, and an aroma similar to rubbish that needs to be taken to the curb.“Shana,” Trevor begins, “I’m sorry to come unannounced. I tried your phone and couldn’t get through to you. I seem to have nowhere to stay. There’s some wedding or something happening, and I was wondering if maybe you had room?”My eyes fill with tears as I wrap my arms around his neck. “Trevor? How are you here?”After a kiss to my cheek, he asks, “Do you think that maybe we could go inside before your neighbors decide to watch?” He moves me to arm’s length. “I’m good with this outfit, but I’d like to keep your lingerie to my eyes only, if you don’t mind.” He adds the last part with a wink.My head is bobbing faster than I can think. “Yes, come in. How did you find me? How did you get here? There aren’t any flights. Why are you here? What are you doing with suitcases?”After the door closes, his finger touches my lips, stopping my qu
The energy necessary to be bitchy dissipated by the second as I bit my tongue, stopping all the words I wanted to say, smiled politely, thanked Vicky for her consideration, and told her that she and the entire lingerie division was welcome, considering the fact that Stephen and I had traveled to New York on a moment’s notice, saved their show, and increased their sales. I then stood, told everyone in attendance that I would be returning to London and to juniors since the counteroffer I’d received from Neil was too good to pass up. I then bid everyone goodbye, leaving Vicky’s shitty offer sitting unsigned on the table as she stared at me with her mouth agape. I did get the feeling she didn’t know about Neil Butler’s counteroffer, which gave me a smidgen of satisfaction.I left so quickly that I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to Chantilly or others I’d come to like in the lingerie department. The truth is that I had to leave while my head was still high and eyes were without t
There’s nothing like sleeping in your own bed. That saying is true. Since we landed at Heathrow Airport on Saturday morning and Ubered to our respective homes, it’s what I’ve been doing. Of course, because it’s all I’ve been doing, I have no food in my apartment—well, other than a few open boxes of cereal that may or may not be stale upon my return. The only thing worth trying to consume in the refrigerator—since I can’t exactly drink condiments—is apple juice, and if I were a betting woman, I’d wager that it is close to fermentation at this point.Basically, the only safe risks are the water bottles, but they don’t do much for nourishment.With the exception of the sandwich and chips Stephen brought over Saturday night, I haven’t given eating too much thought.Or...unpacking.Or...shopping for food.Or...doing laundry.Or...showering.As I snuggle under my covers, I give the last one—showering—more thought. With my nose scrunched, I move it back outside the blankets and I make mysel
“Boss lady, before you went in there, I told her what I’ve told you: we are a team. I’m not upset about the way this went. I’m moving back to London, we’re still together, and I too am getting that fifteen percent increase that Neil offered.”“He obviously didn’t know what was going down in New York. He could have had us—”“Or he did,” Stephen suggests, “and he was afraid Witch Vicky might turn you against the company as a whole, and he didn’t want to lose you.”“How can you always make me feel better?”“It’s in my job description,” Stephen says with a smile. “And for the record, I know that this time with Trevor, this time leaving for London, it will be different.”“I want that. It’s just that as I was leaving, he seemed so...I don’t know the right word... distracted.”“Maybe he was holding out for the same dream. You know how those macho men are?”I scoff. “Like you?”“Yes, exactly like me.” Stephen covers my hand again. “No, macho men want to fix everything. Your man is a planner a
Stephen hands me a small-stemmed glass and a tiny wine bottle as our plane reaches cruising altitude over the Atlantic Ocean. “You can’t regret trying.”“That’s what they say,” I reply, my eyes still puffy, and my damn nose running like a faucet.“You made the right decision.”I turn his way. “I don’t know. You could have had juniors all to yourself. You’d be in London with Max, and if I’d taken what she offered, I’d be in New York.” The words are like the twisting of a knife in my heart. I’m not in New York and it’s my fault.“It was a bullshit offer.”I finish pouring the contents of the small bottle into my glass and nod. “It was worse than a bullshit offer. Move to the children’s department with the title I had before I left for London, including a twenty-percent decrease in salary and loss of my PTO—paid time off.” I turn his way, my voice growing louder. “What kind of bullshit offer is that?”Stephen’s arm comes up and around my shoulder. “It’s a suck-balls bullshit offer. It’s







