To Portland, with Love (The Story of Us #3.5) by Cassia Leo

Author:Cassia Leo [Leo, Cassia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1230001642346
Goodreads: 28260311
Publisher: Gloss Publishing LLC
Published: 2017-03-31T23:00:00+00:00

Mindy flashes me a dazzling white smile. She obviously finished her run and went home, showered, and prettied herself up before coming here. She’s holding a bottle of liquor tied with a perfect burlap bow. From the looks of it, it’s Houston’s favorite brand of bourbon, Pappy Van Winkle Family Reserve, aged twenty-three years.

“I’m just here to wish Rory good luck on tonight’s book signing,” she says, looking straight at me as she speaks to Houston.

I flash her an even bigger smile. “That’s so sweet of you! Come on in,” I say, stepping aside and handing Dallas to Houston so I can entertain our guest. “How have you been? I saw you running this morning. You’re looking great.”

Mindy’s light-brown hair is tied in a pristine ponytail that drapes over her svelte right shoulder, dangling in one perfect glossy, loose curl. She’s wearing a loose gray tank top and some white skinny jeans with a pair of nude five-inch heels that probably cost more than the monthly mortgage payment on our downtown apartment. Every ounce of makeup, every piece of hair, every stitch of clothing is in place. Meanwhile, I’m standing here with my auburn hair still damp and frizzy from the shower, a drop of runny egg yolk on my skinny jeans, and no makeup.

“Thanks! I’ve been doing some guided meditation in the morning and listening to Tim Ferris’s podcast while I run. It’s really great at keeping me motivated. You look great, too! What kind of cardio are you doing?”

I nod toward the formal living room to beckon her inside where we can sit on the tweedy gray sofa with the cushions that are way too stiff. “Actually, I’m not doing any cardio right now. I’m too busy with the book launch. I do try to squeeze in some yoga and swimming a few times a week, but that’s about it. What’s that?” I ask as she places the bottle of bourbon on the coffee table and sits next to me on the sofa.

“Just a little gift for you to celebrate your big day. I thought you’d prefer a bottle of wine, but Mike said you’d prefer bourbon. Was he right?” She scrunches up her nose when she asks this question, as if I couldn’t possibly prefer a masculine bourbon over a feminine wine.

“Actually, I probably would have preferred the wine, but Houston will enjoy this. That’s very thoughtful of you.”

She looks disappointed with this reply. “I knew I should have picked the gift. Mike is so annoying when he thinks he’s right.”

I chuckle. “Aren’t all men?”

“Aren’t all men what?” Houston says as he enters the living room with Dallas in his arms.

“I was just telling Mindy, ‘Aren’t all men absolutely inferior to our husbands?’”

He rolls his eyes as he takes a seat on the arm of the cream club chair across from us. “Nice save, Scar.”

Mindy raises an eyebrow. “Did he call you Scar?”

I wave off the significance. “It’s just a nickname.”

“Don’t downplay it,” Houston insists, turning to Mindy.

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