Claire wondered how much longer she would be able to live with this daily aggravation before she either hurt his feelings or just gave up and moved. After a weekend of looking at and drooling over the hot body of Jason, being pursued by Billy was a real reality check. Claire walked to the bedroom and sat her suitcase on the floor. The light was blinking on her answering machine, and she pondered not even bothering to check the messages.
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Claire wondered how much longer she would be able to live with this daily aggravation before she either hurt his feelings or just gave up and moved. After a weekend of looking at and drooling over the hot body of Jason, being pursued by Billy was a real reality check.
Claire walked to the bedroom and sat her suitcase on the floor. The light was blinking on her answering machine, and she pondered not even bothering to check the messages. Curiosity got the better of her though and she pushed the button and was informed she had one new message. Suzy and Jeff had been together since high school and had been engaged for the last three years. Jeff was the exact opposite of Suzy, very quiet and serious to her loud and outgoing personality. To Claire, he seemed to dote on Suzy, and she seemed to breathe life into him.
Great, my friend in need thinks I bailed on her this weekend! Score: crappy weekend - 3, Claire - 0. Claire picked up the phone and walked into the living room and settled herself on the couch to call Suzy.
What in the world is going on? Claire knew they were extremely close and immediately felt better knowing Beth would slay dragons to protect her sister. Maybe he just needs some time alone?
The funny thing is I was not suspicious at all. I grabbed his phone thinking it was mine since they look alike; I was scrolling through the phone looking for a number that Beth had texted me earlier. At first, I was just confused as to what all the text messages were and who Melissa was. I opened the first one, still thinking that someone had the wrong number and had sent me all those messages by mistake. Maybe you guys can talk and try to work through things. Claire had hoped to get off the phone before Suzy brought that up.
Claire stood up and started to pace her apartment knowing that Suzy was fixing to go off like a drill sergeant. I mean complete disclosure; no sweaty stone left unturned. She knew that Suzy needed something else to focus on even if the fantasy was all in her head. Promising once again to go to dinner tomorrow, Claire was smiling as she finished the call. Anyone else would be depressed and miserable for months over a breakup of this magnitude but Suzy would do exactly as she said.
She would be miserable for the rest of the day, and tomorrow she would forge straight ahead as she put her life back together. Girls in skimpy swimsuits and even skimpier shorts walked down the Boulevard usually followed by some guys hoping for a summer fling.
The water parks and putt putt courses were doing a booming business. Claire felt much older than her twenty-eight years with the weight of so much responsibility on her shoulders.
Quickly, she exited the car and made her way to the door so she could turn a blind eye today to all the repairs that were so obviously needed.
Louise was waiting with the door open and a smile on her face. In a way, Louise became more of a mother to her than her own over the last few years. She walked to the top of the steps and put her arms around Louise giving her a tighter than usual hug.
Claire saw her mother walk into the foyer and gave her a bright smile. Her mother hesitantly held her hand out and Claire took it in her own and gave it a light squeeze. Sometimes it was actually easier to be a stranger to her mother rather than have to pretend she was Chrissie. These lapses of memory could last for her entire visit or her mother could slip in and out several times; which was exhausting to keep up with. Claire discussed the contestants with her and enjoyed seeing how animated she became even if it was over a game show.
The spaghetti was mouthwatering and Claire quickly cleaned her plate and helped herself to seconds. Even being a stranger to her mother, Claire still enjoyed the afternoon and evening with them more than she had in quite some time. All too soon it was time to go home.
She gave Louise another hug and also chanced giving her mother a quick one. Still smiling after the enjoyable evening, Claire pulled into the lot of her apartment building and paused; maybe Billy was watching her space. There was no sign of Billy, and she opened her door and shut it with a feeling of triumph.
Giving a big fist pump, Claire had to laugh at herself. Maybe her luck was changing after all.
Jason had seriously looked wounded at her refusal to accept his offer. Maybe he expected the poor working people here to drop to their knees in gratitude if the mighty Jason Danvers offered them something. Dinner was delivered around six from a local deli, and Claire went into his office to take his sandwich. He had emailed her some additional work that he needed completed and at eight he opened his door and asked her if she was ready to go. Claire grabbed her purse and walked towards the door.
Weekends Required (Danvers #1)(10) by Sydney Landon
Jason Danvers did truly have a butt to admire. At well over 6 feet tall with dark-brown hair that tended to curl up at the end, compelling ice-blue eyes that looked right through you and a rugged and tanned athletic build, Jason Danvers was very hard to ignore. His presence always seemed to dominate a room. His every movement impatient, Jason never seemed to relax.
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They walked through a comfortable living area and then through an ultra-modern kitchen. Claire caught a glimpse of Liz and Harold sitting at a large wrought-iron table through the glass patio doors. Jason opened the door and stood back to allow Claire to walk out ahead of him. Claire could imagine that he was probably all legs when he was growing up. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses framed green eyes that could easily be his best feature. Claire felt the urge to kick Jason under the table for his previous comment. She settled for shooting him a dirty look to which she received a knowing smirk in return.