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the day anyway. I'll be down in a few minutes."
She closed up the office, taking her time. Today was turning out to be another crappy day. Connor never had good news for her these days, she had that stupid lunch to go to with some stiff her stepmother had fixed her up with, and to top it off, Peter was due back in town. She needed a pick-me-up, something to make her smile, so she called Julia.
"I'm about to get some bad news. So give a girl a break and tell me you have some good to even it out," Megan said after Julia answered.
"As a matter of fact, I do have some news," Julia said. "I just got off the phone with Simon, and you were actually my next call. While in Vail, I was talking to one of the press coordinators for the event, and he looked up my online portfolio. They called this morning and want me to do a spread featuring the U.S. Paralympic team."
"Oh my God, hon. That's great."
"But there is a catch. The shoots can be in New York, but I have to be available from January until the games. I'll be staying in New York with Simon for the next four months."
"Oh. Well, it's still great news for you," Megan said, a little less enthusiastically. "I know you guys are leaving tomorrow, but why don't we go out and celebrate tonight after my luncheon?"
"Simon's already taking me out tonight. But you could always come along."
"Yeah, I'm sure that will go over well with Simon." And it was the last thing she wanted to do—be the third wheel on a date with her brother.
"Peter's back today. You can call him, and we could make it a party," Julia offered.
"No. You two have fun. I have a thing this afternoon anyway. We'll catch up soon."
"Count on it. I've got a ton of things to do, so I've got to go. Love you, babe."
"Love you, too," Megan said.
While not bad news, Megan wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea that Julia, one of the mainstays in her ever-shrinking circle of friends, was going to be away so long. Scrolling through her contact list was depressing. The few friends she did have were either married or headed that way. He finger fell on Peter's name, and she thought about calling him.
A few weeks ago, he would have been the first person she'd call to help cheer her up, but until she fixed what was wrong with them—or smacked some sense into him—she didn't think talking with him on the phone would help improve her mood.
So instead, she went down to what should have been her kitchen, but right now was a dusty lumber-covered mess. At least there was some progress. The rear wall was closed now with brand new two-by-fours, and the sheets of drywall were propped by the back door, ready to go up.
"I thought I'd have the wall closed before Christmas, but I found another problem. Whoever did this addition made a right bag of it. I'll have to put a junction box in and run new wiring before I can close her up. Luckily, the inspector didn't catch it, or we might've had to rewire the whole kitchen."
"So no insulation or drywall until Wednesday?" she asked, resisting the urge to bang her head against the nonexistent wall.
"I might be able to get the insulation in before I leave, but no drywall."
"Just leave the insulation. I can do that myself this weekend. But when you come back, you have to wear a kilt to make it up to me."
"I'm not Scottish," he said with a frown.
"Well, neither are most of the guys in my Hot Men In Kilts calendar, but that doesn't make it any less sexy."
"I have work to do, and you should be leaving. I thought that fella of yours was coming home today. You wouldn't want to keep him waiting," he said waving her out of the kitchen.
Megan slumped and let out a whiny groan. "Peter's not my fella. And I'm not going to meet him tonight. Peter just got home, and the last thing he wants is me to show up on his doorstep. Besides I still have some work to do on my book."
After over five months of working in New York, Peter was happy to be headed back to Chicago. But as the plane touched down, a
She closed up the office, taking her time. Today was turning out to be another crappy day. Connor never had good news for her these days, she had that stupid lunch to go to with some stiff her stepmother had fixed her up with, and to top it off, Peter was due back in town. She needed a pick-me-up, something to make her smile, so she called Julia.
"I'm about to get some bad news. So give a girl a break and tell me you have some good to even it out," Megan said after Julia answered.
"As a matter of fact, I do have some news," Julia said. "I just got off the phone with Simon, and you were actually my next call. While in Vail, I was talking to one of the press coordinators for the event, and he looked up my online portfolio. They called this morning and want me to do a spread featuring the U.S. Paralympic team."
"Oh my God, hon. That's great."
"But there is a catch. The shoots can be in New York, but I have to be available from January until the games. I'll be staying in New York with Simon for the next four months."
"Oh. Well, it's still great news for you," Megan said, a little less enthusiastically. "I know you guys are leaving tomorrow, but why don't we go out and celebrate tonight after my luncheon?"
"Simon's already taking me out tonight. But you could always come along."
"Yeah, I'm sure that will go over well with Simon." And it was the last thing she wanted to do—be the third wheel on a date with her brother.
"Peter's back today. You can call him, and we could make it a party," Julia offered.
"No. You two have fun. I have a thing this afternoon anyway. We'll catch up soon."
"Count on it. I've got a ton of things to do, so I've got to go. Love you, babe."
"Love you, too," Megan said.
While not bad news, Megan wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea that Julia, one of the mainstays in her ever-shrinking circle of friends, was going to be away so long. Scrolling through her contact list was depressing. The few friends she did have were either married or headed that way. He finger fell on Peter's name, and she thought about calling him.
A few weeks ago, he would have been the first person she'd call to help cheer her up, but until she fixed what was wrong with them—or smacked some sense into him—she didn't think talking with him on the phone would help improve her mood.
So instead, she went down to what should have been her kitchen, but right now was a dusty lumber-covered mess. At least there was some progress. The rear wall was closed now with brand new two-by-fours, and the sheets of drywall were propped by the back door, ready to go up.
"I thought I'd have the wall closed before Christmas, but I found another problem. Whoever did this addition made a right bag of it. I'll have to put a junction box in and run new wiring before I can close her up. Luckily, the inspector didn't catch it, or we might've had to rewire the whole kitchen."
"So no insulation or drywall until Wednesday?" she asked, resisting the urge to bang her head against the nonexistent wall.
"I might be able to get the insulation in before I leave, but no drywall."
"Just leave the insulation. I can do that myself this weekend. But when you come back, you have to wear a kilt to make it up to me."
"I'm not Scottish," he said with a frown.
"Well, neither are most of the guys in my Hot Men In Kilts calendar, but that doesn't make it any less sexy."
"I have work to do, and you should be leaving. I thought that fella of yours was coming home today. You wouldn't want to keep him waiting," he said waving her out of the kitchen.
Megan slumped and let out a whiny groan. "Peter's not my fella. And I'm not going to meet him tonight. Peter just got home, and the last thing he wants is me to show up on his doorstep. Besides I still have some work to do on my book."
After over five months of working in New York, Peter was happy to be headed back to Chicago. But as the plane touched down, a
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