my lips and shake my head. “Yes you. Go ahead, spill it.”
“Okay, I have a friend whose brother is back in North Carolina and looking to mingle. I’ve seen pictures of him, and girl, he’s beautiful, his name is Lance. Just think Sir Lancelot.”
There’s always a catch with guys she tries to set me up with. “Aaaaand?”
“Did I mention he’s going through a divorce? Well, not really going through it, he has to wait a year…you know the North Carolina law says you have to be separated for an entire year before you can file for divorce. So he’s in his year part of it. I think he has ten more months. I said he’s beautiful right?” She rambles quickly. Gwen and her beautiful men, sheesh.
I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Spit it out Gwen, there’s more you’re not telling me.”
“You’re so bossy. How about we go on a double date Saturday night, we can do dinner at The Eagles Nest and stay for the band and dancing. It isn’t a night club but they play great music and everyone is more mature.”
Not giving her another chance to speak I blurt out, “They’re old! That place is for old people….like thirty’s and forty somethings!”
“Come on, it will be fun. I’ll be there with you, and if you don’t like him, you never have to see him again.” She puts her hands together in prayer, “Please.”
“Okay, I’ll go, but he better not be a total freak.” I pull out my phone and type in a reminder to go on a date with an ape and meet Gwen at The Eagles Nest. “Let’s talk business; I have a meeting to get to.”
“You and your secret meetings, you going to AA or something?”
“Whatever, do you want my money or not? Show me some samples so I can decide if we’ll order from your vendor.”
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I walk down the stairs into the meeting room. John came early; he always does so he can set the chairs out. He also brings muffins and starts the coffee. John’s so broken on the inside; it makes me sad that he hurts so much.
Tonight we’re going to go by the Al Anon rules and not go straight into free talk. It isn’t much different, but we’ll talk about a specific subject. The directors of Al Anon will do surprise visits to a session in order to make sure we’re following protocol. I received a text message telling me one of the guys is in town and to watch my back. When it comes to my sessions, I allow everyone to say what they want and to hell with protocol. Rules, I hate them.
As usual, I pull out the papers from my bag and set them on the six foot table, they’re the ones I set out at every meeting. They are helpful tips for people who are dealing with an addictive person; but only helpful if you read the article. No one ever takes them, but I set them out in case they change their mind.
“Would you like help?” A voice behind me says and I jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. See, I showed up on time?” I t urn towards the voice, the one from my dreams…Caide Palmer.
I look up at the clock, “You’re five minutes early.” I’m staring right into pools of blue water otherwise known as his eyes. My heart quivers for a split second as he holds my gaze.
“I brought cookies for the meeting,” Caide says and holds out a container of cookies. His cookies, the cookies I’ve mastered baking. John will realize I’m a fraud the moment he tastes one of Caide’s cookies. “They’re peanut butter with a Hershey’s Kiss in the middle.” My secret’s safe as I only bring his chocolate chip cookies.
“Oh, I bet they’re delicious. John may love you forever if they meet his cookie criteria .”
Caide gives me a genuine smile before saying, “I’ll go put them on the table. Would you like me to set yours out too?”
Who is this guy? He was totally different the other night, disgruntled and aloof. He probably got
“Okay, I have a friend whose brother is back in North Carolina and looking to mingle. I’ve seen pictures of him, and girl, he’s beautiful, his name is Lance. Just think Sir Lancelot.”
There’s always a catch with guys she tries to set me up with. “Aaaaand?”
“Did I mention he’s going through a divorce? Well, not really going through it, he has to wait a year…you know the North Carolina law says you have to be separated for an entire year before you can file for divorce. So he’s in his year part of it. I think he has ten more months. I said he’s beautiful right?” She rambles quickly. Gwen and her beautiful men, sheesh.
I roll my eyes and shake my head at her. “Spit it out Gwen, there’s more you’re not telling me.”
“You’re so bossy. How about we go on a double date Saturday night, we can do dinner at The Eagles Nest and stay for the band and dancing. It isn’t a night club but they play great music and everyone is more mature.”
Not giving her another chance to speak I blurt out, “They’re old! That place is for old people….like thirty’s and forty somethings!”
“Come on, it will be fun. I’ll be there with you, and if you don’t like him, you never have to see him again.” She puts her hands together in prayer, “Please.”
“Okay, I’ll go, but he better not be a total freak.” I pull out my phone and type in a reminder to go on a date with an ape and meet Gwen at The Eagles Nest. “Let’s talk business; I have a meeting to get to.”
“You and your secret meetings, you going to AA or something?”
“Whatever, do you want my money or not? Show me some samples so I can decide if we’ll order from your vendor.”
____________________________________________
I walk down the stairs into the meeting room. John came early; he always does so he can set the chairs out. He also brings muffins and starts the coffee. John’s so broken on the inside; it makes me sad that he hurts so much.
Tonight we’re going to go by the Al Anon rules and not go straight into free talk. It isn’t much different, but we’ll talk about a specific subject. The directors of Al Anon will do surprise visits to a session in order to make sure we’re following protocol. I received a text message telling me one of the guys is in town and to watch my back. When it comes to my sessions, I allow everyone to say what they want and to hell with protocol. Rules, I hate them.
As usual, I pull out the papers from my bag and set them on the six foot table, they’re the ones I set out at every meeting. They are helpful tips for people who are dealing with an addictive person; but only helpful if you read the article. No one ever takes them, but I set them out in case they change their mind.
“Would you like help?” A voice behind me says and I jump. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. See, I showed up on time?” I t urn towards the voice, the one from my dreams…Caide Palmer.
I look up at the clock, “You’re five minutes early.” I’m staring right into pools of blue water otherwise known as his eyes. My heart quivers for a split second as he holds my gaze.
“I brought cookies for the meeting,” Caide says and holds out a container of cookies. His cookies, the cookies I’ve mastered baking. John will realize I’m a fraud the moment he tastes one of Caide’s cookies. “They’re peanut butter with a Hershey’s Kiss in the middle.” My secret’s safe as I only bring his chocolate chip cookies.
“Oh, I bet they’re delicious. John may love you forever if they meet his cookie criteria .”
Caide gives me a genuine smile before saying, “I’ll go put them on the table. Would you like me to set yours out too?”
Who is this guy? He was totally different the other night, disgruntled and aloof. He probably got
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