“I’m really not feeling well. Why don’t you go in, have some fun and call me tomorrow. Let me know how it goes?”
“Yeah, sure thing, babe.” He leaned over the console and kissed her on the lips. It felt like cold stone. Not the soft, warm, melt-in-your-mouth kisses that Trent gave her not long ago.
There was definitely no future in sight with Kevin; she’d break it to him easily. Turning thirty-five, which was old in the bodybuilding world, made him think he needed a wife and kids. Not that he desired them, but he thought it would be good for his image now that he was moving up in age. Four months ago she thought it sweet that he chose her to bear his children and take on his name, even though she had reservations about becoming Mrs. Kevin Magoo. She couldn’t imagine the taunting he got in school. Maybe that was why he turned to weight lifting and bodybuilding. Their relationship never turned too serious, so she’d never know.
Yet she had been willing to marry the man, pop out monstrous-size babies, no doubt, and didn’t know a thing about him. He didn’t know nearly as much about her as Trent did. She never told Kevin about her childhood obesity. That would have been a sure turn-off. Maybe she’d wave that red flag under his nose if he came back around asking her to be Mrs. Babymaker Magoo.
Her gas tank and heart were both nearly empty. It sure wasn’t the night she had anticipated. But what did she expect? Realizing she completely missed dinner, she pulled up to a drive-thru and ordered a cheeseburger and fries. The last time she’d done that she was one hundred pounds heavier and living a depressing life. When she got home she took two bites of the greasy burger, swiped three fries through a gallon of ketchup, and dumped the rest in the trash.
The sun would set in less than an hour and there were bound to be a bazillion drunks on the road, so she quickly changed into her running gear and ran the loop through the residential streets of Saco and through the beautiful old cemetery.
By the time she got home she was tired, hungry, sad, depressed, and extremely confused as she fell into her bed, sweaty clothes and all, and dreamed about the Love of her Life who was not, in fact, gay.
Chapter Four
Rayne
“Oh, honey. You know I love you and I don’t ever beat around the bush, and I’m not gonna start now.” Sage shook her head and sighed. “Give me the polish.”
Rayne leaned down and handed over the bottle of Heartbreak Hotel Red and stuck her foot in Sage’s lap. It had become their tradition during their unsuccessful hunt for love. Well, Rayne’s hunt, Sage’s avoidance. The dumpee got a pedicure while the other offered support. Sage preferred Ben & Jerry’s. Rayne, not a big fan of sugar, would cry through a family size bag of extra-nacho cheese Doritos while Thyme would mow through chocolate cake.
She sucked the orange off her fingers. “I’m going to need a manicure too,” she said around another mouthful of chips.
“Damn, I knew this would happen. He sounded too good to be true.”
“That’s why he was gay.”
“He’s not gay, though.”
“I know and that totally sucks. Sage, the man can kiss. Holy shmoly, I would’ve taken him right then, right there. But then he apologized and said he only meant to prove a point…” Rayne hiccupped and let the tears fall.
Sage had heard the story four times already—the price of being the sister of a walked-over romantic—and scowled.
“I haven’t decided if I like him or hate him for pulling back.”
“What? Are you nuts?” Sage pointed the nail polish brush at Rayne. “He worked you over big time, Rayne. Don’t do this to yourself. Cut the ties and be free. He made it clear he wasn’t interested.”
Rayne shook her head. “No, he was being honest. He said he wasn’t interested in a relationship. A romantic one. We’ll continue with our friendship and our adventures. It’s
“Yeah, sure thing, babe.” He leaned over the console and kissed her on the lips. It felt like cold stone. Not the soft, warm, melt-in-your-mouth kisses that Trent gave her not long ago.
There was definitely no future in sight with Kevin; she’d break it to him easily. Turning thirty-five, which was old in the bodybuilding world, made him think he needed a wife and kids. Not that he desired them, but he thought it would be good for his image now that he was moving up in age. Four months ago she thought it sweet that he chose her to bear his children and take on his name, even though she had reservations about becoming Mrs. Kevin Magoo. She couldn’t imagine the taunting he got in school. Maybe that was why he turned to weight lifting and bodybuilding. Their relationship never turned too serious, so she’d never know.
Yet she had been willing to marry the man, pop out monstrous-size babies, no doubt, and didn’t know a thing about him. He didn’t know nearly as much about her as Trent did. She never told Kevin about her childhood obesity. That would have been a sure turn-off. Maybe she’d wave that red flag under his nose if he came back around asking her to be Mrs. Babymaker Magoo.
Her gas tank and heart were both nearly empty. It sure wasn’t the night she had anticipated. But what did she expect? Realizing she completely missed dinner, she pulled up to a drive-thru and ordered a cheeseburger and fries. The last time she’d done that she was one hundred pounds heavier and living a depressing life. When she got home she took two bites of the greasy burger, swiped three fries through a gallon of ketchup, and dumped the rest in the trash.
The sun would set in less than an hour and there were bound to be a bazillion drunks on the road, so she quickly changed into her running gear and ran the loop through the residential streets of Saco and through the beautiful old cemetery.
By the time she got home she was tired, hungry, sad, depressed, and extremely confused as she fell into her bed, sweaty clothes and all, and dreamed about the Love of her Life who was not, in fact, gay.
Chapter Four
Rayne
“Oh, honey. You know I love you and I don’t ever beat around the bush, and I’m not gonna start now.” Sage shook her head and sighed. “Give me the polish.”
Rayne leaned down and handed over the bottle of Heartbreak Hotel Red and stuck her foot in Sage’s lap. It had become their tradition during their unsuccessful hunt for love. Well, Rayne’s hunt, Sage’s avoidance. The dumpee got a pedicure while the other offered support. Sage preferred Ben & Jerry’s. Rayne, not a big fan of sugar, would cry through a family size bag of extra-nacho cheese Doritos while Thyme would mow through chocolate cake.
She sucked the orange off her fingers. “I’m going to need a manicure too,” she said around another mouthful of chips.
“Damn, I knew this would happen. He sounded too good to be true.”
“That’s why he was gay.”
“He’s not gay, though.”
“I know and that totally sucks. Sage, the man can kiss. Holy shmoly, I would’ve taken him right then, right there. But then he apologized and said he only meant to prove a point…” Rayne hiccupped and let the tears fall.
Sage had heard the story four times already—the price of being the sister of a walked-over romantic—and scowled.
“I haven’t decided if I like him or hate him for pulling back.”
“What? Are you nuts?” Sage pointed the nail polish brush at Rayne. “He worked you over big time, Rayne. Don’t do this to yourself. Cut the ties and be free. He made it clear he wasn’t interested.”
Rayne shook her head. “No, he was being honest. He said he wasn’t interested in a relationship. A romantic one. We’ll continue with our friendship and our adventures. It’s
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