Natalie Stenzel - Forget Prince Charming

“List?”

Clara waved it off. “Never mind.”

A cha-ching of the cash register distracted them both, and soon Jen and Adam joined them. After a few moments of polite conversation, during which Haley felt lower and lower, Clara and Adam left together.

After the door closed behind them, Haley slumped into a miniature chair. “I’m pond scum. Absolute slime. Lower than slime. Bacteria reject me as substandard host material.” Haltingly, Haley related events to Jen. “And Dad’s only been gone three years. Mom was devastated. I’m such a creep.”

Jen shook her head, a sympathetic smile on her face. “That was a little rough, Haley.”

“No kidding. I’m really tired of her parading men in front of me, but I could have just said so without being mean.”

Jen cocked her head. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe she needed to hear the ‘mean’ part, too. Your mom’s an attractive woman still.”

Haley’s eyebrows raised high. “You think she should start dating again? But she’s my mother.”

“Oh, don’t be juvenile, Haley.” Jen spoke with the blunt familiarity of lifelong friendship. When you shared jump rope, puberty and boys, then remained friends into adulthood, there wasn’t much you couldn’t say to one another.

Haley sighed. “I suppose. I’m still going to call her and apologize, though.”

“Mmm. Not a bad idea. Sure you don’t want to date Adam?”

“I’m sure.”

Jen smiled. “Something tells me you prefer tall blond men who like dogs, bikes and pizza. Right?”

“Wrong.”

“Oh, come on. He sounds fantastic. I think you should go out with him.”

Haley eyed her incredulously. “Hello? Where were you when we talked about all this earlier? I’m through with the Adams and the Ricks of this world. Not only is Rick a hunk, just like all the other jerks I’ve dated, but he also annoys me to no end. Do you want to see me arrested for murder? Some friend you are.”

“I’m sure you’re right.” But Jen still looked highly amused.

Haley scowled and finished reorganizing the boxed games before helping Jen lock up for the rest of the weekend. No way would she admit that she still couldn’t rid her memory of a pair of wicked blue eyes taunting and tempting her. She headed home with not a few misgivings about the evening’s plans.

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