Jennifer Greene by Blame It On Cupid

Author:Blame It On Cupid [Blame It On Cupid]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2007-01-10T16:00:00+00:00

ASMERRY PUSHED OPENthe door to the mall, she wondered what she’d ever done to the Fate Gods to tick them off this badly. Lately nothing, but nothing, seemed to work out as planned. “Now, come on,” she coaxed Charlene, who shot her a look as if crossing the mall threshold was as appealing as a case of malaria.

“I hate shopping. I don’t want to shop. I don’t need anything. I don’

t want anything.” Charlie hesitated. “Unless we’re going to the music store.”

“And we are. As a reward for you— after we finish this.”

Charlie made a sound, mimicking the moan of an animal in dire pain, but limped on through.

Merry recalled the week before, when she’d had such fabulous plans to jump Jack. Great plans. Big plans. Plans she’d expanded in her dreams, daydreams and the night version, all of which had added detail, action, and various imaginative variations that should certainly add something to the seduction.

But suburban Mom Life was more deleterious to sexual adventure than anything she’d ever imagined. It had to be easier to seduce a guy on top of K-2. Or simultaneously while white-water rafting in a thunderstorm. Or in the freeway in broad daylight.

Moms had no privacy. No time in the day or night when either the kid or a call couldn’t suddenly interrupt. There was ample free time, only none of it was really free. If she wasn’t getting ready for another meeting with June Innes, then she was washing stinky soccer clothes and car pooling a group of preteens to the movies or chaperoning a field trip on a school bus. Every single activity related to mom-ming, as far as Merry could tell, seemed doomed to douse a girl’s sexual drive.

On the other hand, this particular adventure wasn’t so bad.

Shopping wasn’t as good as sex. Or love. Or time for herself, or with an adult she cared about. But it was one thing that she most definitely knew how to do—and that meant, for once, feeling darn sure of herself for a change.

“Did Mrs. Innes say I had to do this? When she came over on Monday?”

“Nope.” The meeting with June Innes had gone as well as the other ones.

The guardian ad litem had unshakeable ideas about what an eleven-year-old girl should and should not do. Nothing Merry said was right or valid or worth a jalapeño pepper. Anything Merry did was a ditto. Worthless. And yeah, those meetings kept weighing on Merry’s mind—but this afternoon, that was all a “to hell with it.”

She steered the reluctant turtle—the one all hunched over, illustrating severe depression and horror at being in the mall—toward the escalator.

“Look, Merry. There’s a reason why I don’t want to go to this dance.

Maybe I forgot to tell you. I don’t dance.”

“Uh-huh. I know you think that sounds logical. But you haven’t even tried dancing yet. For all you know, you could love it. It’s very…athletic.”

“But there’s another reason.”

“Uh-huh.” At the top of the escalator, she herded Charlie toward the young teen section.

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