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“Secret wives should never have names that pretty.” Jess sighed.
Hayley elbowed her. “Not helping, Jess. Really not helping.”
“I didn’t say she was pretty. I just said her name was.”
Kyla flopped down on the loveseat. “Well, she is pretty, unfortunately. Beautiful, actually. She was perfect for Wes. She probably called him Wesley. They were probably going to have three perfect children named Wesley the Fourth, Walker, and Waverly. All blond, all learning French from the nanny by age three, all tennis players at age four.”
“Well, if it’s any comfort, he lost all of her money, too.”
“Lucky for her, her daddy will set her up with a nice little pied-à-terre in Paris until the furor dies down. I just still can’t figure out how I was so damn stupid for so damn long.”
“Sweetie, we’ve been over this a million times.” Jess sat down beside her. “He was a master con man. You have to stop blaming yourself.”
“How can I not blame myself, Jess? It’s not just me he destroyed.”
“Your grandparents never blamed you, Kyla. Only you blame you.”
“I know. The logical part of me knows. But Jesus, you guys. He ruined them. They were going to live in that farmhouse until they died. Gramps always said the only way they were gonna take him off that farm was feet first.”
She could still hear Gramps as he and Kyla had cleaned out the attic right before the closing. Damn city kids. They don’t even know what they’re buying here. This isn’t a summer house. It’s a home. It’s a home, dammit . Then he’d turned around quickly and creaked down the attic ladder before Kyla could see the tears she’d known were brewing.
Her ribs constricted when she thought about the irony that though she’d been responsible for them losing their life savings, the only account Wes hadn’t found and pilfered was the one they’d started for her when she was an infant.
When they’d died, the attorney had summoned her to his office and delivered a monstrous check. He couldn’t possibly have understood why she’d dropped it and run right back out of the office.
Kyla sighed loudly, then sensed a tremble in her stomach. It felt almost like a laugh, which was completely inappropriate. Again. Maybe she had Tourette’s or something. The situation was so beyond absurd she couldn’t even believe she’d been part of it, let alone the unwitting victim of Wes’s deception. It sounded like one of those cable channel movies where the blond bimbo got snowed, bankrupted, and then sent to a mental institution. How could any of it be real?
Her stomach trembled again. Good Lord, she really was losing her mind. “Do you think maybe they’ll make a TV movie out of this or something? I should totally get to choose who plays me, right?”
Jess hugged her. “Oh, definitely, darlin’. Who would you choose?”
“Gosh, so many choices.” Kyla flipped her hair. “I mean, the slate of five-foot-three, brunette Hollywood actresses has to be at least three names long, right?”
Hayley leaned toward her. “You should totally go for Nicole Kidman or Julia Roberts instead.”
Kyla laughed out loud. “Jennifer Aniston, maybe? We’re practically twins, right?”
“Jess, she’s laughing. Day Two and we already have laughter. Score!” Hayley high-fived Jess.
Kyla swiped her eyes again. “You know what? You’re right. I think maybe, just maybe,I’m already starting to feel better. Maybe I just haven’t been thinking about this the right way, because right now, thinking about Wes and my grandparents, I’m so pissed I could eat nails. And pissed is a way better emotion than this abject depression thing.”
Jess sputtered her water. “Eat nails?”
“Gramma used to say that. Well, without the pissed part.” Kyla stood up, catching herself as her leg threatened to give way. She shook her head and shoulders like a wrestler about to enter the ring. “I’m done moping. I am. We’re in the most
“Secret wives should never have names that pretty.” Jess sighed.
Hayley elbowed her. “Not helping, Jess. Really not helping.”
“I didn’t say she was pretty. I just said her name was.”
Kyla flopped down on the loveseat. “Well, she is pretty, unfortunately. Beautiful, actually. She was perfect for Wes. She probably called him Wesley. They were probably going to have three perfect children named Wesley the Fourth, Walker, and Waverly. All blond, all learning French from the nanny by age three, all tennis players at age four.”
“Well, if it’s any comfort, he lost all of her money, too.”
“Lucky for her, her daddy will set her up with a nice little pied-à-terre in Paris until the furor dies down. I just still can’t figure out how I was so damn stupid for so damn long.”
“Sweetie, we’ve been over this a million times.” Jess sat down beside her. “He was a master con man. You have to stop blaming yourself.”
“How can I not blame myself, Jess? It’s not just me he destroyed.”
“Your grandparents never blamed you, Kyla. Only you blame you.”
“I know. The logical part of me knows. But Jesus, you guys. He ruined them. They were going to live in that farmhouse until they died. Gramps always said the only way they were gonna take him off that farm was feet first.”
She could still hear Gramps as he and Kyla had cleaned out the attic right before the closing. Damn city kids. They don’t even know what they’re buying here. This isn’t a summer house. It’s a home. It’s a home, dammit . Then he’d turned around quickly and creaked down the attic ladder before Kyla could see the tears she’d known were brewing.
Her ribs constricted when she thought about the irony that though she’d been responsible for them losing their life savings, the only account Wes hadn’t found and pilfered was the one they’d started for her when she was an infant.
When they’d died, the attorney had summoned her to his office and delivered a monstrous check. He couldn’t possibly have understood why she’d dropped it and run right back out of the office.
Kyla sighed loudly, then sensed a tremble in her stomach. It felt almost like a laugh, which was completely inappropriate. Again. Maybe she had Tourette’s or something. The situation was so beyond absurd she couldn’t even believe she’d been part of it, let alone the unwitting victim of Wes’s deception. It sounded like one of those cable channel movies where the blond bimbo got snowed, bankrupted, and then sent to a mental institution. How could any of it be real?
Her stomach trembled again. Good Lord, she really was losing her mind. “Do you think maybe they’ll make a TV movie out of this or something? I should totally get to choose who plays me, right?”
Jess hugged her. “Oh, definitely, darlin’. Who would you choose?”
“Gosh, so many choices.” Kyla flipped her hair. “I mean, the slate of five-foot-three, brunette Hollywood actresses has to be at least three names long, right?”
Hayley leaned toward her. “You should totally go for Nicole Kidman or Julia Roberts instead.”
Kyla laughed out loud. “Jennifer Aniston, maybe? We’re practically twins, right?”
“Jess, she’s laughing. Day Two and we already have laughter. Score!” Hayley high-fived Jess.
Kyla swiped her eyes again. “You know what? You’re right. I think maybe, just maybe,I’m already starting to feel better. Maybe I just haven’t been thinking about this the right way, because right now, thinking about Wes and my grandparents, I’m so pissed I could eat nails. And pissed is a way better emotion than this abject depression thing.”
Jess sputtered her water. “Eat nails?”
“Gramma used to say that. Well, without the pissed part.” Kyla stood up, catching herself as her leg threatened to give way. She shook her head and shoulders like a wrestler about to enter the ring. “I’m done moping. I am. We’re in the most
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