Loving a Man Who Forgot Me Novel Chapter 38
I laughed. “That’s why I could never be a model. Well one of the reasons.
Besides the fact that I’m not tall and lithe like you are, and don’t have the face for it, I could never follow your strict diet for any amount of time.” I’d keep the carbs and my softer curves.
Addie rolled her eyes at me. “Please, you’re gorge.
You could definitely model with those eyes and cheekbones and pouty lips of yours, but some days I just want pizza so bad I ask myself if it’s worth it.”
“It’s not,” her mom and I said simultaneously with a laugh. Addie pursed her lips and flung a piece of lettuce at both of us.
“I’m only teasing,” her Mom said, picking the lettuce off of her blouse. “I know you love modeling, and I’m proud of your passion and determination. And will power,” she added. “As long as you’re happy, that’s all I want for you.”
“Thanks, I think I’ll stick it out a couple more years, and then I’ll come work with you and Liz designing beautiful things for the younger models to wear, and I’ll never say no to another carb again.”
We all laughed. “Hopefully I’ve managed to snag a man before I get fat on pizza and cookies and ice cream.”
“I doubt even then you’ll get fat,” I said enviously. She had her mother’s delicate and slim build, but with height she got from her Dad.
“At least you have boobs,” she shot at me. I shrugged. There was that. We finished lunch, and lunch turned into shopping, as it usually did when it was up to Addie.
Abel’s birthday was the excuse, but somehow I doubted the new dress, shoes, purse, and earrings were for her brother. They weren’t exactly his style. “That dress isn’t going to look good on Abel. Plum isn’t really his color,” I commented as we left the shop.
“And what are you going to wear to the party?” she asked, while we scanned shopfronts for where we’d lost her mom.
“I don’t think I’m coming. Jason and I were planning to make one last trip to the cape before the weather turns.” It wasn’t a complete lie. We’d talked about it a couple weeks ago but hadn’t set any definite plans.
I promised Abel I would think about the party, but after last night . . . we needed space. Space and time, and then maybe we could try the friend thing, but even then, I wasn’t sure it would ever work.
“What? No! Boo,” Addie pouted. “You can’t skip the party. I’m only in town for two days. Go to the cape next weekend. Bring lover boy to the party.” “To my ex-boyfriend’s birthday party?”
She waved her hand through the air. “Come on, it’s not like that. You and Abel are friends. If Jason’s threatened by him then maybe you should dump him. Besides, it’s not even about Abel.” “It’s his birthday,” I reminded her with a scowl.
“And I’m not dumping Jason. He’s not threatened. I’m just being considerate of his feelings.” “We haven’t seen each other in months, and I’m going to be so busy starting next week, it will probably be months before I come home again.
And trying to get you to New York is impossible.” There was a reason for that. I hated that city. What was so damned great about New York anyway? Her phone rang inside her purse before I could think of any more excuses.
Shifting bags around on her arms, she dug it out and then excused herself to take the call from her agent. She sauntered off and then Aunt Jaxyn stepped out of the shop next door to the one we’d been in. She hauled her purchases over. “Where’d my daughter disappear to?” Had to take a phone call.”