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There had been guys who’d wanted mefor me, but we’d often run across other issues. Most commonly, they’d felt intimidated by my family’s status or had begrudged that, because I had money, I didn’tneeda guy to financially support me. The latter had made some feel unmanned.
“I’m starting to think I’m destined for spinsterhood.”
Sabrina’s brows knitted. “No way.”
“I think my chance of having all I wanted died along with Lake.” My college boyfriend had been everything I could have ever wanted in a guy.
Her eyes glistening with sympathy, Sabrina leaned forward. “Don’t say that.”
“I never used to put any stock in the concept of everybody having a certain someone meant for them. I thought it a nice, fuzzy idea. Not realistic, though. But these days, I’m not so sure.”
“Look, I know that since losing your prince you’ve found yourself kissing a whole lot of frogs—”
“Lovely metaphor.”
“—but that doesn’t mean there’s no one else out there who’d fit you.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. “Is it possible that you compare guys to Lake? If so, that could be part of the issue. I mean, he set the bar high.”
“I did when I first started dating again, but I think that was partly because I felt guilty for moving on.” I hooked my hand around the back of my neck. “I’d thought that maybe things would be different with Grayden. He gave me hope that I’d have another chance at somethinggood.” And then he’d taken it away.
“Donotallow that shithead to put you off trying again with someone else. He loved you, but not as deeply as you deserve to be loved. That doesn’t mean no one else will.”
I sighed. “I’d like to think so—”
“Then think so. You’ll find someone eventually, Addie. You’re a triple threat.”
“A what?”
“You’re smart, successful,andbeautiful. A triple threat. Tamara’s a picky bitch, but even she agrees you’ve got a great ass and a real nice rack. In our fine opinion, you missed your calling as an underwear model.”
I blinked. “Uh, thank you?”
“Genuinely, I have serious boob-envy around you. And eye-envy, actually. Mine are sewage-green. Yours are like liquid-dark chocolate. To be blunt, I would in fact do you if we weren’t such close friends it would feel like incest.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t bat for your team, sweetie, but I’d make an exception for you.”
She flashed me a grin. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Now, are you done objectifying me? Because we need to go check out those venues we talked about.” Several times a week, she and I would spend our afternoons scouting or touring venues—sometimes with clients, sometimes without.
She straightened in her seat. “I’m ready to leave whenever you are.”
I’d already taken a look at the locations on the internet, but I never chose a place purely based on online research. “I just need to email the Palmers a status update, and then we can leave.” I opened my laptop and tapped the spacebar to snap it out of sleep mode. As my list of emails appeared on the screen, I froze. “Oh.”
“Oh, what?”
My stomach doing roll after roll, I clicked on the new email I’d received and then quickly skimmed over it. “We have another potential client,” I said, the words a little strained.
“And?”
“And it’s Dax Mercier.”
Sabrina’s brows winged up, her eyes sparkling with avid interest. “Really?”
“Yes. He hasn’t said what kind of event he’s looking to throw, only that he’d like me to meet him at his office tomorrow morning for a consultation.”
“Hmm.” Leaning forward again, she planted her elbows on my desk. “Some very delicious memories must be flowing around your head right now.”
They weren’t merely flowing, they werethrashing.
