Selkies Are a Girl’s Best Friend by Molly Harper

Author:Molly Harper [Harper, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub

Her financial quandaries temporarily quieted by thoughts of Magical. Fire. Baby. Sonja finished her work and drove home. She’d had a very hard day and she was going to drink several colorful alcoholic beverages and start googling adorable baby clothes with a dragon theme.

Jillian was pregnant. Sonja had known in a detached “someday” fashion, that this would happen, but here it was, a reality. And she wasn’t sure how she felt about it. She was happy for Jillian, really, overjoyed, and she was going to be the most indulgent, excited honorary auntie in the history of surrogate families. But in a smaller, more selfish sense, Sonja couldn’t help but feel a little bit left behind. She’d always thought of marriage and children for herself in the same far-off “someday” fashion, something that she wanted, but not until she was ready. And she knew it wasn’t smart or right to want something just because her friend had it, but now she had to wonder if she’d put it off for too long? She didn’t regret the time she’d invested in her career or traveling or living her best one-income, no-kids life. But was this the next stage of that life? How was she supposed to recognize that when it came along? How was she supposed to know she was ready?

“Being a grown up is hard,” she muttered to herself.

When she arrived home at the maison, she found Will waiting on her front porch swing in the fading light with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. She chuckled as she stepped out of her car. “Am I going to have to review the HR manual for you, too?”

“Nope, I read it, cover to cover,” he said. “And there is no rule against one director of a department that is not in any sort of supervisory role giving another director flowers.”

“Don’t you think there should be?” she asked as she took the flowers from his hand. He scrunched his nose up and shook his head, making her laugh while she pressed her nose against the waxy petals.

“I wish they were violets,” he said. “But they’re a spring flower.”

“Why violets?” she asked. They were a small flower, and she wasn’t exactly known for her shyness.

“Because you smell like violets and snow,” he said, as if it was a completely normal thing to say. She would never get used to shifter sniffing.

Sonja turned the flowers, wrapped in white tissue paper, over in her hands. “Where did you get these, by the way? There’s no florist in town.”

“Clarissa Berend has a really nice garden,” he said, shrugging. “She’s never minded us helping ourselves as long as it was for a good cause.”

Sonja’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “What!”

“I made an appointment next week to look at an elbow that’s giving her trouble,” he said. “I think it’s fair trade.”

“I’m not sure that’s ethical.” She shook her head. “I hope her bees got you.”

“Just one or two,” he said, shrugging as he showed her the welts on his hands.

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