All the Wrong Men by Madison Grace

Author:Madison Grace
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BookBaby
Published: 2012-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Joel flew in on Wednesday.

I’d worked my last straight night and forgone the skiing so I could sleep and meet him at the airport that afternoon. A huge storm was coming down from the Artic and I only hoped it would wait until his plane arrived.

It did, though the flakes were falling fast and hard as I drove Joel and my former colleagues through the Gallatin Canyon. Joel sat in the passenger seat, deferring to my northern upbringing to negotiate the snowy roads.

“Sorry to hear about Carolina,” I said. “Pretty miserable showing in the bowl game.”

“There’s always basketball,” he said. A moment later, “Didn’t we go to a basketball game once? Was that a date?”

I smiled. “That’s a pretty selective memory.” I glanced into the backseat via the rearview mirror. “Hey Jeff, weren’t you at that Hawks/Celtics game with Joel, me and Angela?”

“I was,” Jeff said. “You only wanted to be her date, Joel, you weren’t actually that. Though of course,” and I could hear the amusement in his voice, “he was the last person you drove home, Helvy, so maybe it was a date after all.”

“No,” Joel said. “She kicked me out of the car before I could even make a move. Broke my heart, Helvy.”

The claim made me feel giddy, strong. “And if I believe that, do you have a bridge to sell me?”

He reached over then, tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I like your tan. You must be tearing up the mountain.”

“Every day.” I slowed through an icy section of highway. “Though before you start envying me, I make almost less than minimum wage.”

“Fair enough, if you’re skiing every day,” Jeff said.

“Try eating on it,” I returned. “It barely stretches to cover drinks.”

Joel gave me a puzzled look. “I didn’t think you drank at all.”

“I don’t drink and drive,” I parried. “There’s no where to drive on the mountain – unless it’s off a cliff.”

He reached over and touched my leg. A casual gesture, really, probably not meant to be intimate, but I felt the touch whip through me like some sort of electrical shock.

How do I get over him?

I don’t want to give you that advice.

Joel looked like a pretty good way to get over Jeremy, even if their names did start with the same letter of the alphabet.

They were nothing alike. Joel wore suits, classy ties, starched and buttoned down shirts. Joel worked mega hours at a law firm and had a reputation for being ruthless in court. He could look boyish, but most of the time he just looked smart. And he was, having blown out the bar exam, and I’d always found that piece of knowledge particularly sexy. He was not an idiot like Jeremy who smoked pot and was content to while a season away at a ski resort.

The more I thought about it, the better I felt about it, and the stronger those long suppressed feelings for Joel grew. I fed them because after three heartbreaking weeks, the escape from pain was too powerful to resist.

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