didn’t mean that it lasted forever or that it had made its way through all her legal woes.
But her parents needed her, they needed to know she could provide the care her mother needed to get through this difficult time and she refused to let them down. They didn’t need to know what was going on with her finances, but they did need to know they were protected and secure in the facility they were in. Surely it wouldn’t be too much longer before her mother could come home. But even when she came home, she’d have to have some type of healthcare nurse for her therapy. The expenses wouldn’t end just because she came home.
Corinne hit the remote lock on her car and went into the small brick office building with her shoulders back, her chin up and smile on her face.
“Good morning, how can I—”
The receptionist froze in midsentence once she got a look at Corinne’s face.
Corinne refused to let that shock make her turn and leave. She had an obligation to her parents, no matter the hits her pride took.
“My name is Corinne St. Claire and I was wanting to drop off my resume.” She handed the twenty-something brunette her file. “I’m looking for office work—part time would be fine if you all have any openings.”
The girl, who Corinne believed had been a few years behind her in school, merely looked from the folder to Corinne. “Are you serious? Weren’t you a supermodel?”
Same conversation, different place.
“Yes, I was a model and now I’m back home to care for my parents. I’m looking for something part time.”
The girl put the resume down on the pristine desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “We aren’t hiring right now, but even if we were, we have other qualified applicants we would look at first.”
Even though she had expected no less, the rejection still hurt.
“I understand,” Corinne said, refusing to let her smile falter. “I’ll just leave that with you in case something opens up. Thank you for your time.”
“If you’d like to take this, you can.” The lady held the file back out to Corinne. “We don’t hire anyone with an arrest on their record either.”
Corinne swallowed, thankful the waiting room wasn’t busy yet this morning. She reached for the resume, knowing if she left it she’d just be fighting a losing battle. “I understand. Have a good day.”
As much as she wanted to cry, she was just too angry as she settled back into her car. She drove home cursing the circumstances, cursing herself, cursing fate for landing her here…she even cursed the car that pulled out in front of her at a red light. Sometimes letting it all out, even if there was no one to hear, made a huge difference.
And another thing that helped was baking. Corinne headed for home where she’d take her frustrations out in the kitchen like she used to before life got too crazy. She had a recipe she’d been wanting to try out and there was no time like the present. It wasn’t as if she had a job to get to.
Dylan packed up his tools and loaded them into his truck. Now it was time to go face Attila. No matter how he tried to avoid Mary, he never could quite get off the grounds without being summoned to her office where she inevitably had to brush against him, bend over to show extra cleavage or flat-out tell him he could come do some work on her house.
He was quite positive she meant somewhere in the vicinity of her bedroom and he need not bring any tools, save for the one God had blessed him with.
But Dylan was a big boy. He’d been flirted with and hit on before. And the fact she was probably ten years older didn’t bother him a bit. What bothered him was there was only one woman who’d ever managed to get under his skin and stay there. And since sleeping with Cori twice now, he truly feared when she left he’d either be even more shattered than before, or he’d beg her to stay.
Neither choice was really masculine or portrayed the strong man he’d prided himself on
But her parents needed her, they needed to know she could provide the care her mother needed to get through this difficult time and she refused to let them down. They didn’t need to know what was going on with her finances, but they did need to know they were protected and secure in the facility they were in. Surely it wouldn’t be too much longer before her mother could come home. But even when she came home, she’d have to have some type of healthcare nurse for her therapy. The expenses wouldn’t end just because she came home.
Corinne hit the remote lock on her car and went into the small brick office building with her shoulders back, her chin up and smile on her face.
“Good morning, how can I—”
The receptionist froze in midsentence once she got a look at Corinne’s face.
Corinne refused to let that shock make her turn and leave. She had an obligation to her parents, no matter the hits her pride took.
“My name is Corinne St. Claire and I was wanting to drop off my resume.” She handed the twenty-something brunette her file. “I’m looking for office work—part time would be fine if you all have any openings.”
The girl, who Corinne believed had been a few years behind her in school, merely looked from the folder to Corinne. “Are you serious? Weren’t you a supermodel?”
Same conversation, different place.
“Yes, I was a model and now I’m back home to care for my parents. I’m looking for something part time.”
The girl put the resume down on the pristine desk and clasped her hands in front of her. “We aren’t hiring right now, but even if we were, we have other qualified applicants we would look at first.”
Even though she had expected no less, the rejection still hurt.
“I understand,” Corinne said, refusing to let her smile falter. “I’ll just leave that with you in case something opens up. Thank you for your time.”
“If you’d like to take this, you can.” The lady held the file back out to Corinne. “We don’t hire anyone with an arrest on their record either.”
Corinne swallowed, thankful the waiting room wasn’t busy yet this morning. She reached for the resume, knowing if she left it she’d just be fighting a losing battle. “I understand. Have a good day.”
As much as she wanted to cry, she was just too angry as she settled back into her car. She drove home cursing the circumstances, cursing herself, cursing fate for landing her here…she even cursed the car that pulled out in front of her at a red light. Sometimes letting it all out, even if there was no one to hear, made a huge difference.
And another thing that helped was baking. Corinne headed for home where she’d take her frustrations out in the kitchen like she used to before life got too crazy. She had a recipe she’d been wanting to try out and there was no time like the present. It wasn’t as if she had a job to get to.
Dylan packed up his tools and loaded them into his truck. Now it was time to go face Attila. No matter how he tried to avoid Mary, he never could quite get off the grounds without being summoned to her office where she inevitably had to brush against him, bend over to show extra cleavage or flat-out tell him he could come do some work on her house.
He was quite positive she meant somewhere in the vicinity of her bedroom and he need not bring any tools, save for the one God had blessed him with.
But Dylan was a big boy. He’d been flirted with and hit on before. And the fact she was probably ten years older didn’t bother him a bit. What bothered him was there was only one woman who’d ever managed to get under his skin and stay there. And since sleeping with Cori twice now, he truly feared when she left he’d either be even more shattered than before, or he’d beg her to stay.
Neither choice was really masculine or portrayed the strong man he’d prided himself on
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