my swollen, tear-filled eyes.
“Sounded to me like you were cursing out your deadbeat ex-boyfriend,” she answered jokingly. My instinct was to defend Jamie. I didn’t want anyone to think badly of him, even after all he did to me.
“It’s been a rough night, Lee. Cut me some slack.” I held open my blanket for her to slide under in the chair next to me. “Mike had to leave the house today. No more Sigma Chi for him.” I had to get the topic off my past and focused on my future.
Lee put her head on my shoulder. “Fraternity boys are assholes anyway. Besides, he didn’t do any of those things and is taking the fall for all the other guys. You’ve gotta give him some credit for that.”
Lee loved Mike and it was another sign for me that he was the right man for me. I can’t doubt him. I can’t let my past with Jamie affect completely opening up my feelings for Mike anymore. Mike is my future; Jamie is my past.
“He’s going to live with me for the rest of the semester. That means no late-night girl nights for us in my apartment for a while.”
“All I’ll have to do is put on The Last of the Mohicans , and he’ll find an excuse to go hang with the boys.” She kissed my cheek. “I don’t know why you keep hanging with these silly boys and don’t just run away with me?”
“If only you were a good kisser, I’d consider it,” I said jokingly.
“I’m an amazing kisser, just not with my best friends.” She finally noticed my eyes swollen from my tears. “How about we get inside and I’ll make us some cereal before bed?”
“Sounds perfect.” I glanced up at the moon and wondered whether Jamie ever thought of me.
O nly one more month to go before the groundbreaking on the two properties where the Rising Moon will be built, and I still haven’t picked out the artwork for either location. I love the name that Jamie chose for the restaurants and want to find the perfect details to accomplish the feeling he’s trying to give his customers through my design. I know I want outdoor rustic scenes in black-and-white photographs, but I’m interested in finding a new, up-and-coming photographer rather than someone already established. Jamie’s restaurants are world-renowned, and the idea of giving a talented young artist an opportunity of a lifetime is something exciting. I was ecstatic when Jamie and Frank gave me the green light to have control over finding the artist, although I’m sure the fact that I’m intimately familiar with Jamie’s likes and dislikes when it comes to art probably has something to do with their confidence in me.
It still surprises me that Jamie is the person behind the C.J. Fox Company. It’s incredible to think that the small family pub his father and mother had run was the catalyst for the successful restaurants he’s sprouted up all over the world. I sometimes wonder if he still paints, or if he gave up that dream when his father died, and instead fulfilled his parents’ dream rather than his own. I’m sure those holes will be filled in over time as we become more comfortable around each other. In the times when Jamie is in town to talk over the details of my job, and not back overseeing his restaurants on the East Coast and in Dublin, we’ve been able to realize again what good friends we used to be. Although our past is never brought up, and is often the elephant in the room, it’s our history that also connects us in a way that has actually been good for business. He trusts me; he knows my style and believes in my ability to integrate California culture into his rustic Irish style with class and sophistication. I’ve been proud of myself for not letting the betrayal I felt from him for so long chip its way back to the surface and am learning to appreciate him for the person he’s become.
Over the past few weeks, as I’ve worked more closely with Frank, Tommy, and Jamie, I’ve learned that he named his company after his father, Charles, and Fox was his
“Sounded to me like you were cursing out your deadbeat ex-boyfriend,” she answered jokingly. My instinct was to defend Jamie. I didn’t want anyone to think badly of him, even after all he did to me.
“It’s been a rough night, Lee. Cut me some slack.” I held open my blanket for her to slide under in the chair next to me. “Mike had to leave the house today. No more Sigma Chi for him.” I had to get the topic off my past and focused on my future.
Lee put her head on my shoulder. “Fraternity boys are assholes anyway. Besides, he didn’t do any of those things and is taking the fall for all the other guys. You’ve gotta give him some credit for that.”
Lee loved Mike and it was another sign for me that he was the right man for me. I can’t doubt him. I can’t let my past with Jamie affect completely opening up my feelings for Mike anymore. Mike is my future; Jamie is my past.
“He’s going to live with me for the rest of the semester. That means no late-night girl nights for us in my apartment for a while.”
“All I’ll have to do is put on The Last of the Mohicans , and he’ll find an excuse to go hang with the boys.” She kissed my cheek. “I don’t know why you keep hanging with these silly boys and don’t just run away with me?”
“If only you were a good kisser, I’d consider it,” I said jokingly.
“I’m an amazing kisser, just not with my best friends.” She finally noticed my eyes swollen from my tears. “How about we get inside and I’ll make us some cereal before bed?”
“Sounds perfect.” I glanced up at the moon and wondered whether Jamie ever thought of me.
O nly one more month to go before the groundbreaking on the two properties where the Rising Moon will be built, and I still haven’t picked out the artwork for either location. I love the name that Jamie chose for the restaurants and want to find the perfect details to accomplish the feeling he’s trying to give his customers through my design. I know I want outdoor rustic scenes in black-and-white photographs, but I’m interested in finding a new, up-and-coming photographer rather than someone already established. Jamie’s restaurants are world-renowned, and the idea of giving a talented young artist an opportunity of a lifetime is something exciting. I was ecstatic when Jamie and Frank gave me the green light to have control over finding the artist, although I’m sure the fact that I’m intimately familiar with Jamie’s likes and dislikes when it comes to art probably has something to do with their confidence in me.
It still surprises me that Jamie is the person behind the C.J. Fox Company. It’s incredible to think that the small family pub his father and mother had run was the catalyst for the successful restaurants he’s sprouted up all over the world. I sometimes wonder if he still paints, or if he gave up that dream when his father died, and instead fulfilled his parents’ dream rather than his own. I’m sure those holes will be filled in over time as we become more comfortable around each other. In the times when Jamie is in town to talk over the details of my job, and not back overseeing his restaurants on the East Coast and in Dublin, we’ve been able to realize again what good friends we used to be. Although our past is never brought up, and is often the elephant in the room, it’s our history that also connects us in a way that has actually been good for business. He trusts me; he knows my style and believes in my ability to integrate California culture into his rustic Irish style with class and sophistication. I’ve been proud of myself for not letting the betrayal I felt from him for so long chip its way back to the surface and am learning to appreciate him for the person he’s become.
Over the past few weeks, as I’ve worked more closely with Frank, Tommy, and Jamie, I’ve learned that he named his company after his father, Charles, and Fox was his
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