Clara in America (Clara Andrews Series - Book 7) by Lacey London Page B
Authors: Lacey London
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the same excitement that it had before.
‘So, how are we going to handle this?’ I whisper, strategically placing myself under the sunlight in the hope that I dry out.
‘We just have to bring them back together, like last time.’ Pushing himself to his feet, he shakes his wet shirt and attempts a small smile.
‘And how do you suggest we do that?’ I slide off the bench and start walking back towards Starbucks.
Shrugging his shoulders, he stands still for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. ‘I guess we just have to make her see sense.’ He gives my hand a squeeze and I squeeze it back. ‘I just hope we can paper over the cracks before it’s too late…’
Trust is like a mirror.
You can fix it if it’s broken,
but you will always see the cracks in your reflection.
Chapter 11
This could not have gone any worse if I tried. I had one job. One . Think, Clara! Think! After Oliver’s mini meltdown this afternoon, we put our minds together and came up with a plan to get Janie and Randy back in martial matrimony. Well, when I say a plan , I mean we decided that I would tell Janie how stupid she has been and Oliver, well, Oliver would tell Randy just how stupid she has been. So far I can safely say that I’ve failed miserably at my end.
When I arrived at her room two hours ago, my tactic was to convince Janie that Paulie is bad news, but I haven’t managed to get a single word in sideways. Between listening to her gush over how tight Paulie’s six-pack is and covering my ears while she rambled on about his moves between the sheets, things have gone from bad to worse. This is not good. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I take a slug of my whisky and go for it.
‘Do you think there’s any slight, little, tiny chance that this is just a… a phase?’
‘A phase? ’ Janie laughs and throws back the contents of her glass before reaching for another from the mini bar. ‘No.’
‘OK, maybe not a phase.’ Looking around the messy hotel room, I rack my brains for another way to put it. ‘Maybe it’s a temporary thing that you just need to get out of your system? One final blowout to tick off your bucket list?’
Cocking her head to one side, she swirls whisky around her glass before nodding slowly. ‘I see where you’re going with this and maybe you’re right.’
Yes! Feeling like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I give myself an inward high five and take a sip of my drink. The golden liquid burns down my windpipe before crashing into my empty stomach with a sizzle. Bleurgh! How do people drink this stuff?
‘I’m not saying that Paulie is definitely forever.’ I nod enthusiastically and rest my chin in my hand, relieved to finally have made a breakthrough. ‘I just know that Randy definitely is not . Paulie is just what I need right now.’
No! No! No! No! That is not what I meant! I’m going to be taking back divorce papers at this rate. How am I going to get it through to her that she’s throwing her entire life away for a quick fling with a no-hoper. Come on, Clara! If Oliver has managed to talk Randy into taking her back, he will lose his mind if Janie is sticking to her guns. Deciding to try some reverse psychology, I take a seat on the bed and roll onto my stomach.
‘On second thoughts, perhaps you’re right. I mean, you only get one life. If Paulie is what makes you happy, maybe you should go for it.’ Draping her legs over the headboard, she squints her eyes at me suspiciously. ‘I’m being serious! If you want to spend the rest of your days with a twenty-six-year-old aspiring actor who has zero prospects and is financially unstable, who am I to judge?’
‘Exactly…’ She murmurs uncertainly, obviously not quite trusting my words.
‘And so what if some people think the age difference is weird. As long as he is cool with wiping your backside when you’re eighty and he’s forty, what the hell.’
‘Oh, OK.’ Putting down
‘So, how are we going to handle this?’ I whisper, strategically placing myself under the sunlight in the hope that I dry out.
‘We just have to bring them back together, like last time.’ Pushing himself to his feet, he shakes his wet shirt and attempts a small smile.
‘And how do you suggest we do that?’ I slide off the bench and start walking back towards Starbucks.
Shrugging his shoulders, he stands still for a moment, seemingly lost in thought. ‘I guess we just have to make her see sense.’ He gives my hand a squeeze and I squeeze it back. ‘I just hope we can paper over the cracks before it’s too late…’
Trust is like a mirror.
You can fix it if it’s broken,
but you will always see the cracks in your reflection.
Chapter 11
This could not have gone any worse if I tried. I had one job. One . Think, Clara! Think! After Oliver’s mini meltdown this afternoon, we put our minds together and came up with a plan to get Janie and Randy back in martial matrimony. Well, when I say a plan , I mean we decided that I would tell Janie how stupid she has been and Oliver, well, Oliver would tell Randy just how stupid she has been. So far I can safely say that I’ve failed miserably at my end.
When I arrived at her room two hours ago, my tactic was to convince Janie that Paulie is bad news, but I haven’t managed to get a single word in sideways. Between listening to her gush over how tight Paulie’s six-pack is and covering my ears while she rambled on about his moves between the sheets, things have gone from bad to worse. This is not good. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I take a slug of my whisky and go for it.
‘Do you think there’s any slight, little, tiny chance that this is just a… a phase?’
‘A phase? ’ Janie laughs and throws back the contents of her glass before reaching for another from the mini bar. ‘No.’
‘OK, maybe not a phase.’ Looking around the messy hotel room, I rack my brains for another way to put it. ‘Maybe it’s a temporary thing that you just need to get out of your system? One final blowout to tick off your bucket list?’
Cocking her head to one side, she swirls whisky around her glass before nodding slowly. ‘I see where you’re going with this and maybe you’re right.’
Yes! Feeling like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, I give myself an inward high five and take a sip of my drink. The golden liquid burns down my windpipe before crashing into my empty stomach with a sizzle. Bleurgh! How do people drink this stuff?
‘I’m not saying that Paulie is definitely forever.’ I nod enthusiastically and rest my chin in my hand, relieved to finally have made a breakthrough. ‘I just know that Randy definitely is not . Paulie is just what I need right now.’
No! No! No! No! That is not what I meant! I’m going to be taking back divorce papers at this rate. How am I going to get it through to her that she’s throwing her entire life away for a quick fling with a no-hoper. Come on, Clara! If Oliver has managed to talk Randy into taking her back, he will lose his mind if Janie is sticking to her guns. Deciding to try some reverse psychology, I take a seat on the bed and roll onto my stomach.
‘On second thoughts, perhaps you’re right. I mean, you only get one life. If Paulie is what makes you happy, maybe you should go for it.’ Draping her legs over the headboard, she squints her eyes at me suspiciously. ‘I’m being serious! If you want to spend the rest of your days with a twenty-six-year-old aspiring actor who has zero prospects and is financially unstable, who am I to judge?’
‘Exactly…’ She murmurs uncertainly, obviously not quite trusting my words.
‘And so what if some people think the age difference is weird. As long as he is cool with wiping your backside when you’re eighty and he’s forty, what the hell.’
‘Oh, OK.’ Putting down
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