Fake Marriage Box Set (A Single Dad Romance) by Claire Adams

Author:Claire Adams [Adams, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 39294020
Published: 2018-03-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

Corsica

Ginny burst through the front door of her apartment and was not surprised to find me still sprawled out across the couch. "You know this is still your place, too," she said over a full bag of groceries.

"How can it be when I just took off and left you with my half of the rent?"

"You've already paid me back." She rolled her eyes. "Though, you could give me a hand with these things."

I jumped up and followed her to our tiny galley kitchen. It felt suffocating compared to the open expanses of Penn's beach house kitchen, but I refused to think about it. I stuffed myself in the back and started to unpack the brown bag.

"Tortillas, avocados, what is all this?" I asked. I probably owed Ginny for groceries, too, I thought.

"We're having taco night." My friend grinned and opened a cupboard with a flourish. "Tacos and lots of tequila. Doctor's orders."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "Am I that bad?"

Ginny propped her hands on her hips. "Not you. The whole breaking up and almost killing yourself on the beach thing was bad, but you have been good. Too good. You need to let it out."

"Let what out?" I wailed.

Ginny took the salsa from me before I broke it. "You know it's okay that you fell for him, right? I mean, it's kind of amazing, seeing as you two look like polar opposites, but you had a real connection. Everyone could see it."

"Except Penn." I crumpled up the brown paper grocery bag into a tight wad and threw it over our narrow pass-through window into the living room.

"And that is why we're having taco night." Ginny shooed me to the other side of the pass-through. I slumped on a narrow bar stool and moped while she mixed up two margaritas. She cracked open beer chasers and then rolled up her sleeves to make dinner.

"I'm just sad that I failed," I said.

Ginny slapped ground beef into a skillet. "You were an angel. Seriously. He was just trying to get some, and you were trying to comfort him through his mother's sickness. A sickness, I have to say, you had every right to never go near again. All the memories were no good for you, yet you were kind to him. I don't call that failing."

"No," I said, sipping my margarita. "I failed at spontaneity."

Ginny laughed and left the ground beef to brown. She leaned on the pass-through counter across from me.

"Getting whisked away in a helicopter to Monterey and then heading off into Pinnacles to go camping, of all things, isn't spontaneous? And, I mean, you're you! I'd say you passed your spontaneity course with flying colors."

"But I'm still me," I whined. "Except now I don't have a job or any idea where next month's rent is going to come from. What was I thinking?"

"Please," Ginny said, clinking our glasses together, "we both know you have a way healthier savings account than any other recent college grad in the history of the world.

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