Masuk“Ican’t believe you just did that,” Carl hissed.
Mandy could still hear him as she walked away.
“I’m not sure who’s more embarrassed; me, or the girl.”
“How was I supposed to know she could hear me?” Stephen cleared his throat. “Besides, it shouldn’t come as any surprise to her. She already knows she needs to lose weight.”
“Stephen,” Carl warned. “Your lack of subtlety and shame is downright vulgar. Besides, the girl’s not even ugly. She has pretty light blue eyes, and a nice smile.” He paused and Mandy thought she’d stepped out of earshot until she heard him say, “When did you become such an asshole, Stephen?”
Stephen clapped his friend on the shoulder. “I’ve always been an asshole, Carl. You’re just too busy to see it.”
“Apparently.”
Mandy pretended to drop something so she could hear the rest of their conversation.
“Anyway,” Stephen said. “Come join us for dinner? Claudia’s parents are paying.”
“I’m just on my way out,” Carl replied. “Have a nice night. Make sure Mandy gets my contact information.”
Mandy looked up when he said her name.
“Will do,” Stephen called as Carl turned and walked out of the pub. He grabbed Mandy’s elbow a few tables before theirs, out of earshot. “I went out on a limb for you.”
“Pardon?” Mandy pulled her elbow free but didn’t move.
Stephen shrugged and quickly glanced toward their table before looking back at her. “You introduced me to Claudia, now I’m returning the favor.”
“I don’t need your favors.” She shivered, hating his touch.
“You do right now. Carl rarely considers anyone his friend. He hardly sees anyone anymore, probably because he doesn’t trust anyone. He can’t slow down if he wants to stay ahead of the game. The world of Wall Street waits for no one. Not even for multi-billionaires.”
Carl, a multi-billionaire? Mandy blinked. What might she be getting herself into? She headed to the table and collected her purse.
“Where do you think you are going?” Claudiastood. “We have things we need to discuss. You’re my maid of honor.”
“You’ll be fine without me.” Mandy sucked in a shaky breath. “I’ll do whatever you need me to do. You know I will.” She hurried out before anyone could convince her to stay. She had a feeling Stephen would fill them in, making sure to explain his big part about how he was trying to get her a job.
She took a different route home than her parents so they wouldn’t know she stopped at a Chinese takeout place for some fried rice and crab Rangoon. Alone in the parking lot with an empty carton of food beside her that had tasted delicious but probably added another five pounds to her hips, she leaned her head against the steering wheel and cried.
How had things gotten this lousy? She knew she wasn’t obese, but her family had the habit of making her feel like the elephant in the room.
She needed to lose some weight, yeah she got that. She’d put the freshman fifteen on back in university and never lost it, and then a little bit more crept on each year. She didn’t need it rubbed in her face. Mandy blew her nose on a lousy thin napkin. More stupid tears fell. It didn’t help that her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—who was supposed to love her unconditionally, also saw it and promptly dumped her because she was “looking a little thick around the hips”. He would never be a jerk like that to Claudiabecause she was so perfect in all of her bony glory.
Now Carl was going to think she was pathetic... if she even got the job. He probably would be a crappy boss to work for anyway. She snorted and almost laughed. At least her ugliness had some benefits. There was no way she would ever be so hot that she’d drive him mad with desire when he was supposed to work.
She needed this job. It meant getting out of her parents’ basement and she had to restart somewhere.
Mandy squeezed some hand sanitizer on a fresh napkin and wiped her face and hands before stashing the empty takeout boxes under her seat and pulling out of the parking lot. “Mandy,” she told her rear-view mirror self. “All men are pigs. You don’t have to be saddled with one like Claudiadoes. You’re done. You’ve got nothing
left.” She took a deep breath. “Go find yourself.”
It was nice to see someone fight part of the fight for her, but why wasn’t Carl doing it? Why wasn’t she considered in his decision? He seemed to have put her on a shelf and moved forward, trying to figure out what to do as if it were just him. Mandy inhaled deeply. Why was she blaming him? The guy was trying to step up to the plate. She had to respect that.“I realize that, but this is my life. It’s my decision, and being a good dad is more important than anything to me. You have to understand that.” Carl turned his attention back to his brother. Mandy stood and walked toward the edge of the patio. “I’ll see you guys later. I’m going for a run and all that good stuff.”“Mandy... stay with us.” Carl stood. “Yeah. Let’s make dinner and hang out.” Mark turned. The sympathy in his gaze was too much. “No thanks. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” She turned and jogged toward her place as tears slid over the rims of her eyelids, burning a trail down her cheeks. Carl’s decision not only chang
Yeah, but I should have known better.” He shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. “I wish I could say that I understand, but I don’t. My sister married my ex, and even though it’s weird as all get out, I still wouldn’t chew her out for talking to Carl. It’s a trust issue more than anything else.” Mandy sat back and crossed her legs. “I’m not sure it’s going to matter for much longer anyway.”“What? Why is that?” True concern brushed across Mark’s features, making her like him all the more. “Because he has some shit going on in his life, and I guess he thinks that pushing me away is the best choice right now.” She shrugged, and forced down the hard emotions that accompanied the conversation. “I’m just going to be as supportive as I can until he figures out what he wants.”“You’re being horribly cryptic,” he smirked. “I know, right? I just feel like it should be his news to share with you. Hopefully that’s okay.” “Yeah. Just shows what a classy lady you are. I hope you guys move past
Her alarm woke her the next day, which was a bit of a downer seeing as how it was the weekend. With only two days to sleep in, she was annoyed she had lost one. Good thing she liked Carl’s brother, Mark. The e-mail from Carl late last night had been quick and informal: ‘Pick Mark up for me? I’m tied up in the morning.’He better have meant tied up due to business and not something sexual with Annette. The thought caused her stomach to turn. She had to have resolution soon on things with him or she might go bat-shit crazy. It was starting to feel more and more probable. She had hoped it was all a bad dream and she’d wake in morning and have a laugh over it. Guess that wasn’t going to happen.The drive to the airport went quick, and she found Mark standing with his bag just outside the departures pickup for his airline. She waved, and he smiled, getting in and slipping his bag between his legs in the front seat. “I wasn’t sure if you or Carl were coming, but if I was a betting man...”
His question caught her off-guard, but she found her footing quickly. She laughed, the double shot of a drink with Gina giving her that slightly giggly liquid courage she needed. “I wanted to be a dancer, but I gained a bit of weight as a teenager and dance became a thing of the past.” She shrugged, not quite sure why she shared the truth with him. She could have pulled from the hundreds of lies she’d used in the past to save herself the humiliation of reliving her childhood. “I can’t picture you heavy. I’m sure you were very cute.” He tilted his head and smiled warmly. “What caused you to gain weight? Some teenage boy break your heart?”“Donuts and Cheetos. They are the devil. I’m convinced.” She gave him a cheeky grin and turned to the waitress, ordering a glass of red wine. He ordered and turned his attention back toward her. “And I assume you lost the weight during college?”“Lost the weight? No.” She let out a short chuckle. “I’m still trying to lose the weight, which is anothe
This isn’t about me. It’s about Carl.” Mandy sighed. “He’s trying to decide if he needs to get back with Annette and work things out. I don’t think he wants to be a dad from afar.”“What? Oh, hell no. Annette is the worst thing in the world. She’s a man-eater. A rich bitch with three chips on her shoulder.” Gina’s voice grew loud as she let her emotions fly. “It’s not for me to decide. If Carl wants to try to make things work out with her for the sake of the kid, then what say do I really have? I can’t stop a man from stepping up to the plate and being responsible.” Mandy pulled the snack menu toward her, but decided against it seeing as how her dinner with Nicholas was only a few hours away. “He’s making a mistake if he comes to that conclusion. Being with her would be so much worse for the kid than being raised in two households, Mandy. They did nothing but fight when they were together. I don’t even think Carl has a clue as to what a good, wholesome relationship looks like.” She
You ready?” Gina’s voice pulled Mandy from the report she was trying to edit. She couldn’t seem to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes, but who would be able to? Carl was in the next office, probably trying to decide if their relationship was over due to knocking up his ex. Could things get any worse?“Yeah,” Mandy mumbled and picked up her purse. “I need something strong.”“Like a man, or are we talking good liquor?” Gina smiled and walked out into the hall. “Both, maybe. Who knows?” “Sounds like you got a new story to tell me.” Gina pressed her shoulder against Mandy’s.“Only if you want to be depressed with me.” Mandy gave her friend a tight smile and held the door for her. “That’s not good. Spill.” They got into the elevator with a crowd of people from the office, and Mandy simply gave her a look. “At the bar.”After making their way through the large crowd of suits trying to get out to the street, they decided on trying a new bar. It was just a block from the
Mandy got the call from Carl two days later. “First of all, I’d like to apologize for how we met,” he said after pleasantries were exchanged. “It was not my intention to disrespect you, or anyone else, in any way. I’m sorry for Stephen’s behavior.”Mandy sat up and set her laptop aside. “You don’t
She forced herself to calm down, knowing she wouldn’t go anywhere. She had the smarts, the common sense, the hard work ethic and even a friendly demeanor when her family wasn’t around. She just lacked the belief she could do it.Enough! She went to the bathroom mirror to touch up her makeup. It was
One more hour and then you can leave. Just one more stupid hour.Mandy resisted the urge to look at her phone for the fifth time in twenty minutes. She didn’t know what she was expecting to see on it. It wasn’t like time would move any faster. She turned her attention back to her sister’s engagemen
being replaced with larger ranch-style homes set back against the road. She had assumed by the suite number on her new address it was an apartment building. She scratched her head as she stopped before a very large modern-style house that ended at the long, gated driveway in front of her. Mandy dou







