Текст книги "Pretend It's Love "

Автор книги: Stefanie London

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The chapel had been decorated, and the boys stood in their places in front of the neat rows of pews that would soon be filled with family and friends. Music floated through the air as people filtered in, sorting themselves on either the bride or groom’s side.

“You ready?” Paul asked, though he’d never seen anyone so ready to get married before.

“One hundred percent.” Des grinned. “I wish Mum would stop the water works, though.”

“Not going to happen.” Noah shook his head. “Not a hope in hell.”

Paul chuckled and adjusted his cuffs. “She’s already naming her grandchildren, you know that, right?”

“Hopefully she won’t have to wait too long.” Des clasped his hands behind his back and surveyed the chapel. “Then it’s your turn.”

“We’re focusing on you today,” Paul reminded him.

“I’m happy for you. You deserve it.”

Paul swallowed and pretended to fix a cufflink. Did he, really? Libby was this incredible creature, creative, a risk taker. She blew him away every time they made love.

Made love.

He hadn’t thought about sex in such a way since…forever. The collar on his shirt felt too tight, like hands closing in on his windpipe. He bounced on the balls of his feet and kept his eyes straight ahead.

Then Libby walked through the door, and the rest of the room fell away. Black fabric swished against her skin, the modest hem length and sleeves contrasted by the flash of bare back she exposed when she turned to greet the usher and grab a copy of the program.

Red hair gleamed as it tumbled over one shoulder, tied loosely with a black ribbon. She caught his eye and broke into a bright smile. Following the line of people heading down the aisle she slipped into a pew on the groom’s side.

How would he pay attention during the ceremony with her sitting right there?

“Paul?” Des tapped him on the shoulder. “I asked if you had the rings. Don’t freak me out, man.”

“Right here.” He patted his breast pocket. “I wouldn’t forget the most important part of the show.”

“Second most important,” Des said, turning to look down the aisle as the organ music started.

Chapter Fifteen

The wedding sped by, time seemed to zoom ahead as his brother took the biggest leap of his life. A twinge of envy had replaced the disdain that colored Paul’s life almost two months ago when Gracie and Des first announced their date.

He didn’t have the opportunity to talk to Libby as they were whisked away for photos right after the ceremony—to catch the right light, according to the photographer. Then the guests were ushered into the reception area in time for the emcee to announce the bridal party and newly married couple.

He milled around outside, enjoying the afternoon sunlight and cool breeze carrying the scents of greenery and wine. Laughter and conversation floated from within the venue—an old barn that had been converted into a luxury ballroom—and Paul shoved his hands into his pockets. He’d been anxious to talk to Libby from the moment she’d stepped into the chapel, and the itching feeling to be near her grew stronger with each moment that passed.

“Paul?” A feminine voice caught his attention and made the hairs on his neck stand up.

He’d know her voice anywhere. Sadie. He turned slowly, drawing back his shoulders and unclenching his hands.

“I think all the wedding guests should be inside by now,” he said coolly. “Are you lost?”

She shook her head, neat blond hair swishing about her face. Her hand rested over a small bump at her belly, floral fabric skimming over her new shape, almost concealing it. As always, she looked elegant and put-together. Sadie never had a hair out of place, never looked flustered or overwhelmed or stressed.

“I’m not lost. I hoped to catch you for a moment so we could talk in private.” Dark smudges under her eyes were barely concealed with makeup.

He forced himself not to have any sympathy for her. “I have nothing to say.”

“But I do.” She shifted her weight and, when he didn’t respond, she continued. “I realized that I never apologized for walking out on you.”

“Or for cheating on me,” he pointed out, looking around to make sure he hadn’t missed the call for the introductions.

“I’m truly sorry,” she said, her eyes bright. “You never deserved that.”

A bird chirped overhead. Sunlight filtered down through tall trees. This was far too picturesque a place to be opening up old wounds.

“No one deserves that.”

“I feel like I should explain,” she pressed on. “We never talked about it, and I know you must hate me, but I had my reasons.”

“Why do you feel the need to say something now, in the middle of a bloody wedding of all times?”

“I don’t want to become a mother with something like this hanging over me, and I know that you’d never talk to me unless we were forced to be in the same room.” She looked down at her stomach. “How can I teach my children to be good people when I did something like that and never apologized or explained myself?”

Her fine brows knitted, and she looked at him with such despair that he couldn’t help but soften. “Boy or girl?”

“One of each.” She nodded slowly, as if convincing herself. “Talk about jumping in with two feet.”

He shook his head. “I hope you’re catching up on sleep now.”

“You know I always loved my sleep.” She glanced over at Paul’s mother who quickly turned her head away as if she hadn’t been trying to listen.

“You’ve got a few minutes before we get called in,” he said, bracing himself. “Say what you need to say, because I don’t ever want to talk about this again.”

“Thank you.” She wrung her hands in front of her. “I wanted you to know I never set out to cheat on you. I didn’t plan it, it just…happened. I was lonely.”

“Lonely?” He fought back the urge to argue. How could she have ever felt lonely?

They were in a relationship. Wasn’t that the very opposite of being alone?

“Maybe that’s the wrong word.” She tucked her pale hair behind one ear. “Maybe isolated is a better choice.”

“Doesn’t sound much better to me,” he said, his shoulders stiff and bunched beneath the tuxedo jacket.

“I wanted all these things out of life that you didn’t. It frustrated me because I felt like I either had to forgo what I wanted or had to try and change you, which wasn’t fair, either.”

“What things?”

“Babies,” she patted her stomach. “Marriage, career ambitions. I wanted a partner who could reach for the stars with me. I wasn’t satisfied being alone at night while you worked in the bar, knowing that girls were hitting on you left, right, and center. How could we have ever raised a family like that?”

“I would have gotten a different job.” He’d never actively thought about changing careers, since he felt so at home in the bar. But he knew if she’d given him a chance he would have traded it to have a family. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“I tried to talk to you about it but you said I was worrying over nothing. My life was slipping away, and I couldn’t do a thing about it.”

He’d done that to her by not listening, by not being ambitious enough. It didn’t excuse the cheating, nothing would excuse that. But he’d been a crappy boyfriend to her, apparently…and he hadn’t even known it.

“I’m sorry I acted without breaking things off with you first.” Tears swam in her eyes. “I wanted more, Paul. But I understood that you didn’t. Sometimes I wish I’d been able to be happy with what we had…but I couldn’t.”

He sucked in a breath. “You didn’t allow me a chance to give you more.”

“I didn’t want to change you, it’s not who you are…and that’s okay. Not everyone has to set the world alight.”

The words cut him to the bone. Sadie had seen that she wouldn’t be happy with him and so she’d jumped ship when something better came along. Her explanation not only didn’t make him feel better about the way things ended, it made the pain worse. Before, he’d been able to blame her for doing the wrong thing but now he saw that she’d felt ignored, isolated. Uninspired…the very thing he’d cited in his speech as a key element to any relationship.

All because of him.

“Paul!” Des called out. “They’re calling us in.”

“Go.” He motioned for Sadie to slip into the reception room before the bridal party entered.

“I wish I could take back what I did.” She gathered the lengths of her dress in one hand and walked carefully along the cobblestone path. “I wish I’d ended things the right way. You deserved better than that. I really am sorry.”

He nodded, a lump lodged so hard in his throat no words could pass. Sadie hovered for a moment, as though she wanted to say something else but then she ducked her head and entered the room without another word.

The emcee’s booming voice announced that it was time to bring in the bridal party.

Time to put his game face on.

Libby stood by the side of the room, watching as the bridal party were called into the room. Paul walked with his head held high, Gracie’s sister, Emmaline, on his arm. They looked every bit the glamorous couple with his dark looks and her shimmering silver gown.

Her belly twinged. Libby had never been the jealous sort, but seeing them together made her realize how much she wanted to be the one standing next to him. The thought of him ever being with another woman tore her up inside.

The room erupted in a raucous cheer when the bride and groom walked through the doors. Gracie’s floor-length gown swirled around her legs. Her grin was only outdone by Des, who looked so happy he could take flight at any moment.

“Don’t you love weddings?” Another wedding guest said to Libby as she settled against the wall next to her.

“They’re very happy occasions.” Libby nodded, smiling as Gracie and Des started doing the rounds with bridesmaids and groomsmen in tow.

“Are you from the groom’s side or the bride’s?” the blonde asked.

“The groom’s. You?”

“Bride’s. My mother and Gracie’s mother go way back; they were determined for us to be friends ever since we were in kindergarten.” She smiled. “I’m glad Gracie found someone like Des—he’s good for her.”

Libby nodded. “They make a great couple.”

“I hear the brother is a bit of a wild one. A friend of mine always goes to their bar, and apparently he leaves with a different girl each week.” She waggled her brows. “Maybe I’ll get lucky.”

Libby sucked in a breath and didn’t say anything. She knew Paul had been that way once. The question was, had he changed? He felt something for her, she was sure of it…but whether or not he’d be able to admit it was something else.

“Lovely chatting with you,” Libby said, with an overbright smile. “I must go and find my boyf—fiancé.”

The music had started, and waiters emerged from the kitchen carrying trays of smoked salmon hors d’oeuvres, tiny spoons of goat cheese and beet puree and, mercifully, large flutes of champagne.

Libby flagged down a waiter and grabbed a glass, taking a hearty sip before she went in search of Paul. She found him talking with Noah and another wedding guest.

“Hey,” she said, smiling as she made her way up to him. “You did well in the ceremony.”

“You mean I stood in my place and didn’t say a word.” He smirked. “Not exactly high brain-power activities there.”

“You didn’t roll your eyes at any point,” she joked. “That would have taken a bit of effort.”

Instead of making him laugh, which was the desired effect, he frowned. His jaw worked, the muscles tightening as though he were grinding his teeth. “What can I say, I’m a disciplined guy.”

Libby sipped her champagne. “It was a beautiful wedding. I’m so happy for Gracie and Des.”

He nodded, his eyes glancing over her shoulder. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach, and not the good kind. Something wasn’t right, she could feel it in her bones.

“Why don’t we have a dance?” She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the dance floor where everyone had already congregated.

Since Gracie and Des had decided to skip the formal “first dance” and instead had wanted everyone to share the moment with them, the emcee had called everyone to the floor. Gracie and Des danced hand-in-hand with the flower girl.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” she cajoled, setting her champagne flute down on a high table.

“I would hate to disappoint my fiancée.” Paul’s face was hard as a mask of stone, his eyes closed off. Inaccessible.

They found a spot within the throng, and Libby pulled him close, wrapping her arms around his waist. He felt stiff in her grip, his hands landing lightly on her without any of his usual possessiveness. It was almost as if he didn’t want to touch her.

“What’s wrong? You seem a little…distracted.”

“I guess I am. I also didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.” He looked at her properly for the first time since she’d walked over to him.

“Are you prepared for round two?” She ran her hands up and down his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.

“We’ll see…I don’t know when my best man duties finish up today.”

His response couldn’t have been more lukewarm if he’d tried. Had he gotten his fill and become bored? She pushed the worry away. She knew Paul; he wasn’t the guy that others made him out to be.

“I was hoping we could talk,” she said, mustering the courage she wished she had.

Fake it till you make it, right?

“Talk?” His eyes darted across her face. “What’s there to talk about?”

“Us.” The word came out shakier than she’d hoped, but she had to know how he felt. If he had any feelings for her beyond what they’d shared in bed.

“What about us?” His jaw tightened again. “What’s wrong with what’s going on now?”

“I didn’t say anything was wrong.” She shook her head, unsure what prompted his question. “Actually, I thought things were going pretty well.”

“Yeah?” He glanced over her shoulder again as they danced.

“Don’t you?” She cupped his jaw and gently turned his face back to hers.

“It’s fine. I appreciate you holding up your end of the deal. I’m sure this is boring as hell for you.”

She blinked. Where was the passionate man who’d made her see stars last night? Where was the man who had given her courage when her own father cut her down? He wasn’t in her arms. That much was certain.

“Paul, I’m trying to tell you something.” She sighed, tension coiling her body tight like a spring.

“Then spit it out.”

She closed her eyes. “I love you.”

“What?” He jerked in her arms, reeling back as if she’d slapped him.

The three words swirled in her mind as loud as a raging storm, but her heart couldn’t put them out there again, not when he looked at her like that. “I had to say it. I need to know if…if you feel the same.”

He stood stock-still in the middle of the bustling dance floor. Only when curious stares came from the other wedding guests did he step back into her arms, though she may as well have been holding a plank of wood.

“Libby, we agreed not to go down that path.” He shook his head as if trying to shake her words away. “No emotions, right?”

“We said no sex, too, but you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.” Pain spiraled through her uncontrollably, her breath caught in her throat.

“Neither did you, if memory serves me correctly.” His mouth set into a firm line, and he avoided her gaze. “I didn’t force you into anything.”

“Look me in the eye and tell me that you don’t feel anything for me,” she said. “I know I take risks, but they’re not on a whim. I’ve thought about this, I’ve analyzed it.”

Silence. They moved awkwardly to the music as she waited for his response.

“Answer me, Paul. Is this relationship totally fake?”

He let out a breath. “Yes.”

Libby’s eyes lowered, and she nodded slowly. The disappointment on her face scythed through him like a blade. He should never have crossed the line with her knowing he wouldn’t be able to be the man she wanted.

Lying to her was torture, but it was for the best. She was a brilliant, intelligent, and passionate woman who deserved more than a bartender who failed so badly at relationships that he drove people away. Drove them toward other people. Deep down he knew Libby would never cheat on him the way Sadie had, but she would become unhappy and eventually leave. Knowing how much he felt for her now, before they’d even fully explored the potential of each other, would mean her leaving would kill him. Whether it happened in six months, a year, five years…he couldn’t take it.

“Here I was thinking that your speech last night was about me. How naive is that?” She steeled herself, tilting her face up to his and setting her shoulders back.

“It’s not naive.”

“Yes, clearly it is. Because if it wasn’t you’d be telling me the truth right now.”

“The truth?”

“You do feel something for me, I know I didn’t imagine it. But for some reason you’re too frightened to admit it.” Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glimmering. “Or do you think you’ll get bored only being with one woman?”

“You want the truth?” He struggled to stay calm amid the melange of emotions battling inside him. “I was ready to propose to Sadie. I’d picked out the ring, and I was going to lay myself on the line for her.”

She didn’t say anything, but he saw the flicker of her eyes, the softening of her lips. Pity. Empathy. Two things he neither wanted nor deserved.

“I would have given her everything, and it wouldn’t have been enough. Now I know not to go down that path in the first place. I’m not cut out for relationships.”

“But you are,” she said, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Libby,” he growled, the emotion he’d tried so hard to pack down bubbling up inside him like hot lava. “Don’t.”

She swallowed “Don’t what?”

“Try to make me believe. I’m doing the right thing by both of us.” He sighed. “I’m keeping us to our agreement.”

“How very noble of you,” she spat. “But it’s complete crap. What you’re actually doing is punishing me for her mistakes…and I deserve better than that.”

The chatter and cheer of the crowd drowned out the rest of her words, though there was no mistaking her feelings from the look on her face. Her eyes narrowed at him, the scrutiny making his skin itch.

What could he say? If he told the truth about how he felt she’d want to pursue it, to understand his feelings, to ask questions. All of those things would strip him back, make him vulnerable to her. Sadie was right, he didn’t want what they wanted. Right now he wanted to protect them both from the future disappointment.

A squeal of a microphone cut through the air, and the emcee announced it was time for speeches. Before he knew what was happening, a cocktail was thrust into his hand: the pink Bellini made from Libby’s vodka and his recipe. Their first creation as a team.

She looked at him, analyzing and cataloging his every movement. The glimmer of hope in her eyes slayed him. He’d extinguish that flame, like he had with Sadie.

“I have to go,” he said touching her shoulder lightly. “It’s speech time.”

She flinched. “Go. I’ll be ready to play happy fiancée when you get back. Enjoy it, because after this I’m outta here.”

Better now than later.

Chapter Sixteen

The surface of the bar was smooth beneath his hands. Paul looked out over the restaurant, surveying the boxes displaying Libby’s logo piled up on the tables. Tonight Libby Gal Cocktails had its official launch at First.

But he’d be gone before the first champagne cork popped.

It’d been a month since the wedding. Des had delayed the launch until he returned from his honeymoon to ensure he could endorse the product in person. He’d wanted to give Libby the best possible chance of exposure and, since the article in Gastronomy magazine had exploded, his word meant something in the industry.

A few days after Des had returned from Europe, Paul broke the news to him and the whole family. He and Libby had not only broken up, but they’d never really been engaged.

Spilling the whole truth had been her idea. It was the single source of contact he’d had with her since the wedding. An email requesting he tell his family the truth so she could front up to Des and give him the option to back out. She said she’d wanted her business to succeed without lies.

His mother was devastated, and Des had been understandably angry. But he’d grown to like Libby enough to hash it out with her personally, and he hadn’t spilled a word of their conversation to Paul.

You broke up with her for a reason, so move on. Stop thinking about her.

To keep his mind off the gaping hole Libby’s absence made in his life, he’d thrown himself into setting up the mixology school. Business plans, budgets, and forecasts had become his language. He was going to make this idea work no matter what it took.

No matter how many stupid details he had to wade through.

“It’s time we had a talk about my idea,” Paul said as he leaned against the bar and shoved thoughts of Libby aside.

The thoughts would be back, he knew it. But he had to try.

Des watched him from the corner of his eye as he scribbled a note onto the staff roster. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” He nodded. “I’m ready to take it seriously.”

“Good.” Curiosity colored his brother’s expression. “What caused that?”

Paul reached for the printed plans he’d stashed in a folder behind the bar and handed one to his brother. “I realized that I needed something more in my life than what I have now, and I need to fight for it. I thought I was sick of trying to prove myself, but I realized it wasn’t about that. It’s about giving myself my best shot at success.”

Des nodded, his eyes scanning the front page of the plan.

“I still want to start up my own mixology school. Since we now officially have Libby’s vodkas here, I want to keep that partnership.” He tried to keep his face neutral but even saying her name was like stabbing himself in the chest. “If you look at page three—”

“That’s a brilliant idea.” Des looked up from the report.

“You haven’t even read the whole plan.”

“Paul…” Des laid a hand on his shoulder. “I never questioned the idea when you brought it to me before, but I wanted to know you were invested in it. I take my business seriously, and I want my partners to do the same.”

He hadn’t thought that hearing his brother say that would be so relieving… His family was everything to him. “There’s no one else I’d rather do business with.” Des stuck out his hand, and Paul shook it firmly. “Let me look over the report at home, and we can talk through the plans in more detail. I’ll want to make sure the numbers are sound, but I like the idea. I think you’ll be brilliant.”

“Great, because we have a group coming through this week to try it out.” Paul grinned. It was a risk, but he knew the idea was solid. He’d show Des that he wasn’t the only Chapman with an entrepreneurial mind.

Des rolled his eyes. “What if I’d thought it was a terrible idea?”

“Then I would have done it anyway to prove you wrong.”

His brother clapped him on the back. “You sticking around tonight?”

“Nah,” he said, wiping down the bar and stacking the remaining glasses into the dishwasher.

“Still avoiding Libby, I see.” Des shook his head.

“Tonight is her night, I don’t want to spoil it.” He swallowed down the pain that reared up whenever he thought of her.

Against his will, he missed her like crazy. If he managed to go a day without consciously thinking about her then his dreams would be filled with her sweet face. Memories, fantasies, and wishes all combining to torture him night after night.

“Do you really believe you’d spoil it by being here to support her?” His brother sighed. “Don’t you think that’s exactly what she wants?”

“You know the whole engagement and everything was fake. We weren’t really in…” He couldn’t force himself to say the L word.

“Weren’t you? You’re not as good an actor as you seem to think you are.”

“I fooled you, didn’t I? And everyone else.” He turned away so his brother wouldn’t see the struggle going on inside him.

“I think you’re trying to fool yourself, and you’re failing,” Des said. “If that relationship was a scam then why were you happier when she was around?”

Paul slammed the dishwasher door shut and jabbed a finger at the start button. “Who says I was happier?”

“My dishwasher, for one.”

Paul turned and folded his arms across his chest. “Any other inanimate objects able to back that up? Does the blender want to weigh in, too?”

Des shook his head. “You’re so full of shit sometimes. The way you looked at that girl wasn’t a scam, it wasn’t fake, and it certainly wasn’t you being a good actor. I look at Gracie the same way, I know what it means.”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. We’re not together now, and that’s not going to change.” He didn’t add that there wasn’t a hope in hell of Libby taking him back even if he did go groveling back to her.

Which he couldn’t…could he?

No…he’d been momentarily fooled into thinking relationships could work. Nothing more.

Des motioned for one of his staff to start unpacking the boxes of decorations that had arrived earlier that afternoon. “I’ve never seen you look at a woman that way before. Not even Sadie.”

Paul folded his arms across his chest. “It was all part of the act.”

The words rang hollow in his ears. Meaningless.

It wasn’t an act, and hadn’t he decided to give up lying to his family after the wedding?

“If you say so.” Des shrugged in a way that confirmed the words sounded as believable as they felt.

“She wouldn’t take me back anyway.” But he wanted her to, despite the fact that his conversation with Sadie had cemented the concerns that already existed. And if the pain he felt now was anything to go by, losing Libby after being with her for a longer period of time could prove fatal.

He sighed. He was miserable without her, that couldn’t be denied…but love?

Yes. It was true, he’d never looked at another girl the way he looked at her. He’d never felt about another girl the way he felt about her.

“You don’t know that.” Des pulled a bottle of tequila down from the spirits shelf and poured two shots.

“What are the shots for?” Paul asked warily.

“Dutch courage.” Des slid one glass over to him and picked up the other in his right hand. “Salute!”

They clinked glasses and downed the shots. The tequila warmed his insides, filling him with a comfortable glow. He’d need more than a shot’s worth of courage to lay himself at Libby’s mercy. He wasn’t sure there were enough shots in all the world.

But that was the point, wasn’t it? Big risk for big reward.

“You’re an idiot if you don’t think she’s worth dealing with a little fear.”

He couldn’t deny it, a lie of that magnitude could not pass his lips. “I don’t know if I can.”

“So you gave the ring back to Ma?”

The ring was in his wallet as it had been since Libby had left it on the table next to the bed the night of the wedding. He’d carried it around for a month, telling himself that he was going to give it back to his mother. Instead, he’d kept it close to him every day while he thought about how much he’d fucked things up with Libby.

“I’ll take that brooding silence as no,” Des said smugly.

“What would you be doing now if you’d never been with Sadie?”

Paul looked up. “What do you mean?”

“If you’d never been cheated on, would you still be avoiding the situation with Libby?”

“I don’t know. How can I answer that?” He sighed. “It’s not like I can pretend it never happened.”

Des nodded. “Sure, but you don’t have to use it as a yardstick for life.”

It was a crazy thought. How would he act if he’d never gone through that situation? If he’d never been brought to his knees by someone he cared about?

Possibilities swirled in his mind. Some good, some terrifying. But the possibility that history wouldn’t repeat itself had taken root in his mind, warming him like she had done so many times before. Tempting him with what could be.

Tonight was her night. He wasn’t going to steal her thunder by throwing his issues onto her shoulders. He loved her…and for the moment that meant letting her bask in the glow of her success.

“Regardless, I can’t stay. Libby will have plenty of people here who care about her, I’m not going to distract her on her big night.”

Des threw his hands up in the air. “Then you’re in the same category as her father.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She’s been trying to get him to come along tonight, but the bastard won’t return her calls. We had a few drinks when she came in to finalize the fit out for tonight, and she told me he’s avoiding her.” He raked a hand through his hair. “So I called him. Told him I was Libby’s PR manager.”

“And?” Paul didn’t like where this was going.

“He said he had better things to do with his time than watch his daughter throw her life down the drain.”

“Did she hear him say that?”

He shook his head. “No, she doesn’t know I called him. She used my phone one night to see if he’d take her call if he didn’t recognize the number but he didn’t answer…so I called him on my own.”

Kirk Harris was in a league of his own when it came to being a bastard. Libby deserved so much more from her family…and she deserved so much more from him. It might be too late, but he loved her, dammit. And now he had an idea of how he might be able to make it up to her.

“You’re not coming?” Libby felt as though her stomach had fallen through the floor. “Why?”

“John has to work late, and I can’t find anyone to babysit Eloise. She’s not old enough to stay home on her own yet.” Her mother’s wariness radiated down the phone line. “I’m sorry, Libby. That’s part of being a mother.”

Libby bit back a retort about the fact that she was also her mother, not just Eloise’s. But being jealous of a ten-year-old was a lesson in futility, as was trying to get her parents to put her first for a change.

“You could always bring her along.”

“To a bar?” Her mother sighed. “That’s not appropriate.”

Libby was officially two for two. Her mother had canceled on her at the last minute, and she hadn’t even been able to get in touch with her father. No amount of voicemails had yielded a return phone call, and all her texts had gone unanswered. She’d even swung past his house, but the sight of wife number four had made her turn tail.

There would be zero family at the launch of Libby Gal Cocktails.

After saying a few words to Eloise, who was adamant about relaying her whole school day to Libby in minute detail, she hung up the phone. The girl had it so good, and she didn’t even know.

“No dice?” Nina asked.