Out of the Blue by Dangelico P

Author:Dangelico, P. [Dangelico, P.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Humour
ISBN: 9780578896908
Goodreads: 59561917
Publisher: P. Dangelico
Published: 2021-10-26T07:00:00+00:00

“Cruella loved the pictures you sent of Aidan with the mini ponies running after him,” Jess tells me. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard her speak so nicely about anyone who isn’t a client. I’m still kinda shocked.”

“She did?” I’m genuinely surprised and a little bit proud of myself. “What did she say?”

“She said the pics were ‘usable’ and it was ‘nice to discover you weren’t a total fuck-up.’”

I snort and switch the phone to the other ear as I shake out my hair. For once, it’s styled. With all the styling paste I applied to the ends, the waves are behaving. Parted to the side, they’re falling nicely over my shoulder.

I can’t believe I’m doing this for a woman who abandoned me, but I’m a glutton for punishment and still have mommy issues at twenty-nine, which is why I agreed to meet her for lunch a few days after I saw my father.

You can’t fault me. Deep down, nobody wants to believe that their parent would rather spend time with strangers than with their own child. Plus I’m still searching for signs that I may have misjudged her for the past twenty-three years. Unfortunately, I have yet to see any evidence.

“Aidan’s been a surprise. I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but I’m going to miss the big beautiful dork when he leaves.”

“What about his brother?”

Shane… Somehow along the way, I’ve managed to gain a friend. I think? I’m not saying I’ve stopped having dirty dreams about him; those are still very much happening. But it’s no longer just a lust thing. Which is probably worse. Everyday I don’t see him now feels like an eternity. The problem is that although my heart is a romantic, my head is a pragmatist, and I don’t see how this ends well for me. And yet it definitely will end in four weeks and counting.

“You mean the brother who’s a famous writer? That brother? Way to let me get blindsided.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you live in a place with no electricity and cable. I thought you knew.”

“Some of us don’t eat, sleep, and breathe the entertainment industry.”

“You’re right. We can’t all be that lucky,” my insane best friend says, snickering.

“Wish me luck. I’m meeting Athena for lunch.”

“You don’t need luck. You need to remember that everything you’ve accomplished––which is a lot––you did with no help from her. Don’t give her any power over you. She doesn’t deserve it.”

“I’ll call you later if I need an ass-kicking.”

“Ass-kicking is my specialty.”

We say our goodbyes and end the call. I step out of the house, keys in hand, hobo bag over my shoulder, and head for the baby blue Chevy pickup truck. The mini cotton dress I decided to wear today, white with embroidered flowers along the hem, has a peasant top and a full skirt that goes perfectly with my red cowboy boots. I grabbed my jean jacket in case it gets chilly later. People always underestimate how cold Southern California can get at night when the Santa Anas aren’t blowing.

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