Page 37 of Power Play

Jenny grins. “I feel like I’m your fairy godmother.”

“Promise me you aren’t going to disappear at midnight,” I tease, mainly to distract myself from my nerves. Duke agreed to collect me for the night, so that I don’t have to worry about parking and walking in my four-inch heels from the car to the Omni Parker House Hotel.

The Omni, mind you, is the most opulent hotel in Boston. We’re talking gilded hallways, gilded furniture, dark wood paneling that’s less 1970s and more Golden Age America, à la Jay Gatsby.

I fake a bow, watching in delight as the blue silk of my dress parts to reveal a flash of my stiletto’s silver ankle band. For a girl who has never been one for dolling up, I can admit, to myself anyway, that I look good.

“What time is Duke coming to pick you up?” Jenny asks as she starts to retrieve her makeup from where it’s scattered on the duvet on my bed. She dumps brushes and eyeshadow pallets into a dusty, unzipped bag.

“Seven, he said.” I peek down at my phone, checking for the time. Six-fifty. Almost show time. “I shouldn’t be nervous.”

“Then why are you?”

Because I think I might like him.

I’m not fooling myself into thinking that it’s love. I’ve known him for almost two weeks, and that’s way too soon to even be consideringthatparticular four-letter word. Lust, on the other hand, is completely probable. I want Duke’s company, even if I shouldn’t.

Since I’m not ready to admit any of that, I deflect from the truth. “It sucks that my job is literally resting on this.”

“So, do what you need to do.”

“What’s that? Quit and then starve?” I mutter, checking my teeth in the mirror for lipstick stains. “Your husband is going to just love it when I show up on your doorstep looking for a couch to sleep on.”

Laughing, Jenny shakes her head. “You’re not coming anywhere near my couch.”

“Your floor, then.”

“Charlie.”

I turn at the serious note in her voice, my thumb falling away from my front tooth. Aside from her wedding day, I’ve never seen Jenny look so serious. Her gaze is sharply focused, her hands wringing in front of her.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper, immediately reaching for her. I’m not one for too much affection, but I’ve known Jenny for most of my life. Seeing her upset makesmeupset. “Is it one of the kids? Are they sick?”

Jenny’s voice warbles a bit when she says, “No, no, it’s nothing like that.”

“Is it Ty?” I ask, referencing her husband. “Did something happen?”

“No, it’s—” She breaks off, dragging a hand over her face in what is clearly exasperation. “Listen, it has nothing to do with the kids or with Ty. It has to do withyou.”

Well, that’s what every girl wants to hear.

She doesn’t give me time to form a thought before she’s verbally plowing forward, her hands moving through the air in animation. “You’ve moved through your entire life on the defensive, Charlie. Your wall is up, always, and it’s built like a linebacker.”

“That metaphor doesn’t make any sense—”

“Don’t be a journalist for a second, would you?” From the amused glint in her eye, I know she’s not mad. Thankfully. I have no idea where she’s going with this, but once Jenny embarks on a mission, there’s not much to do in the way of stopping her.

So, I murmur, “I’ll try. For you.”

“Great.” Her hands settle on her hips, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she starts pointing at me in the next thirty seconds. “What I’m trying to say is—”

The sound of knuckles rapping on the door interrupts her speech. It’s Duke. One glance down at my watch proves that he’s all of two minutes late. Late according to Jenny’s absurd punctuation rules, but perfectly fine for me. I’ve never been early a day in my life.

“I’ve got to go.” Swiftly I gather my small purse from the kitchen counter and press it against my chest. When I face my best friend again, she’s ready for me, positioned in front of the door so that if I want to leave, I’ll have to cut through her first.

“Charlie.” She says it so seriously, so mom-like, that I drop my purse to my side and motion with my free hand for her to just give it to me already. Whatever she’s got to say, just air it out once and for all.

She expels a deep breath. “I just want you to enjoy the night. You like this guy. Forget that he’s a professional athlete. Forget that you owe Josh anything. Just allow yourself to have fun.”

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