The Divorce Club by Jayde Scott

Author:Jayde Scott [Scott, Jayde]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: General, Fiction, General Fiction, Humor, Romance, jayde scott, humour, humorous, shopaholic, romance general, sophie kinsella, businesswomen, womens fiction, candace brushnell, english romance, divorce, meg cabot, chick lit, young women, dating, humor and romance, commercial fiction, western romance, business, romance adult, treasure troves, western, humorous fiction, light fiction, chicklit, romantic, romance contemporary, businesswoman, fiction general, light romance, marian keyes, contemporary women, popular english fiction, humour and romance, english light romantic fiction
ISBN: 9781463710941
Publisher: CreateSpace
Published: 2011-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

It might seem odd that at thirty-four I've never been to France even though I live only two hours away, but after getting married at such a young age, my priorities were always focused on my family and building something lasting for ourselves. So, standing here in what Jamie calls a 'small room' that's much larger than my bedroom, I feel strangely emotional as though I'm seeing the sun for the first time after years of darkness, or a rose in bloom after months of decaying leaves.

"My room's larger, but all my stuff's in there and I figured you wouldn't feel comfortable if I were to barge in every five minutes to get something." Jamie's standing in the doorway, an apologetic look on his face.

"It's perfect," I say. "Besides, I wouldn't want to sleep in your and Chloe's bed anyway. It's way too personal."

He hesitates for a moment. "I asked the caretaker to change the sheets before we arrived. If you need anything, the linen cupboard's in the hall."

"Thanks." I turn away, hoping he might get the hint and leave, but he's just hovering there as though there's something else he wants to say. As usual, he doesn't say it. "Meet you in the kitchen in ten minutes?" I prompt.

"You bet."

"Hey, Jamie," I call after him.

"Yeah?"

"If you start before me, please leave enough garlic to string a necklace. You know, to ward off the vampires."

He laughs. "Just in case that doesn't work, I have a chest full of stakes guaranteed to take care of any nasty bloodsucker problems we might face."

"You might want to hang those on the wall next to the garlic, and then we'll be set for battle."

He laughs again. "If you need anything I'm next door, fine-tuning my crossbow."

My heart leaps in my throat. It could just be pure affability, but I know he's insinuating something, and I'm not sure I'm strong enough to say no if he makes a move. I'm not stupid to mistake the sexual chemistry between us for anything deeper. Mel was right when she said he isn't ready for more than a fling. Men are fabulous at manipulating one into thinking they're in love when it's all about lust and gratification, so pursuing anything beyond a professional relationship's only going to end in a broken heart—and I know it won't be his.

I stack the few things I packed inside the drawers, furious at myself because I let down my guard and allowed a guy to play havoc with my feelings. But there's safety in numbers. Ten minutes later, I decide to look for my daughter. She's neither in the third bedroom, nor in the large living room, but soft laughter carries over from the kitchen so I head that way. Jamie and Sam are sitting at the table, peeling vegetables. I'm probably more surprised at Sam's sudden interest in helping out than at Jamie's ability to handle a knife for something other than opening a beer bottle.

"Chicken's already in the oven," Sam says.

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