envious.â
âStill confused over here.â
She sighed. âYouâve got a whole new lease on life, and youâre following a dream by interviewing for this assistant job.â
I played with my beer bottle, thinking about that for a second. âI donât know if this Cole guy could ever fulfill a dream for me. Sounds a bit wacko.â
âThatâs not the point. Youâre trying to break into a profession that youâre passionate about.â
âWhat about you? Youâve already broken into your profession and you love your job.â
âNo, I donât.â
âSure you do! Youâre always telling everyone how much you love it. You always sayââ
âKell,â she said, cutting me off. âWhen I say that, Iâm talking in relative terms.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI like my job enough. I like the people Iâm working with, and I consider myself lucky to have a gig like that, but I donât love it.â
âReally?â For some reason, this disappointed me.
âDid you love your job at Bartley?â
I was quiet.
âSee,â Laney said. âYou didnât love it, either. You were kicking ass and taking names, and you said you wanted to be partner and all that, but you never loved it.â
âThis is so depressing. Do we know anyone who loves their job?â
We were both quiet now, taking sips of our drinks, struggling to come up with someone, anyone, who adored what they did.
âI know!â I said, pointing at Laney. âYouâre passionate about music. You love that, and youâre taking guitar lessons.â
Laney scoffed. âThatâs hardly the same thing.â
âIt is, too. Instead of thinking about the fact that youâd love to play guitar, youâre actually learning how to do it.â
âBut itâs not my job. I mean I wish it was, Iâd love to be in a band, but that will never happen.â
âOne step at a time, right? Maybe you will be someday. Maybe Gear will ask you to join them.â
âNever. Thatâs the problem with the guys I date. They invite me backstage and to the studio, but only as arm candy.â
âGear seemed nice.â
âHe is. Heâs nicer than the rest, butâ¦â Her voice died away.
âBut what?â
âHeâs got his band and his buddies. He really doesnât need me for much exceptâsex, I guess.â
âHey, at least you have someone.â I thought of the loadof Benâs belongingsâthe grubby flannel pajamas he loved, his financial books and the sunglasses heâd spent $200 onâthat Iâd stuffed in a Hefty bag and thrown down the garbage chute that afternoon.
âWell, you could have someone, you know,â Laney said. âYou could date someone just to date, instead of thinking where it might lead. You could have a fling for once, instead of being a serial monogamist.â
âDonât start, Lane.â
âIâm just speaking the truth.â
âItâs entirely possible that I might have a fling,â I said.
Laney guffawed.
âSeriously. Iâm a different person than I was a few days ago. I might have a one-night stand tonight.â
âYeah. Right.â
âMaybe this Cole guy. Maybe Iâll sleep with him.â
I wasnât sure why I was protesting so much, except that sometimes I found myself woefully embarrassed about the fact that Iâd never picked up a guy and slept with him. It wasnât as if I was living at the turn of the century. Everyone I knew had had a few one-night standsâat leastâso why not me? It wasnât for lack of opportunityâthe bar scene was filled with men looking for action. But Laney was right. I had those set plans in my head about getting married and having a kid by a certain age. I was always looking to see if a guy could take me somewhere, if he might be
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