Ever Enough by Stacy Borel Read Free Book Online

him… or Finn. I’m just saying that Kyler and I wouldn’t fit well. Besides, we fight all the time and he’s a total fucktard to me!”
    I put my hands in the air and giggled. “Well that fucktard still has it bad for you. And speaking of Finn,” I hesitated. “What happened with him last night?”
    “Nothing really, he just carried you out of the bar when you couldn’t hold yourself up, just held your hair back when you were puking, just put you in the car, and just carried your ass up here to your bed.”
    She was obviously being sarcastic.
    I put my head in my hands as I felt my headache behind my eyes. I couldn’t believe I’d been that drunk last night and Finn had acted as my savior. I had a feeling there was more to the story but I couldn’t remember and I just wanted to get up, get cleaned up and brush my teeth.
    “I’m sorry I was such a shitty date Harper. I’m going to go take a shower and we can shop our little hearts out. I’ll even let you dress me in whatever you want tonight.”
    “You weren’t horrible Em, you’ve been worse. And hell yes you’re going to let me dress you. If you had it your way, you’d show up in some little cardigan and tan pants with pleats down the front.”
    “Ha ha, no I wouldn’t… I would wear black pants thank you very much,” I laughed, walking out of my bedroom and into the bathroom. I honestly wasn’t looking forward to tonight after my little debacle with Finn. I see him for the first time since he left that fateful night and I act like a boozed up floozy that can’t control her liquor. I had a sinking feeling in my stomach that I was in for a night with some eye opening exchanges between Finn and me.
     

     
    Harper and I took her car and drove towards some of the little boutique shops in town that usually carry the kind of clothing that I found to be too expensive. The street was lined with decorative Fourth of July ribbons on the street lamps, and the windows of the store fronts all showcased their very best along with some sort of red, white, and blue paraphernalia. Harper parked her car outside of a cute little shop called ‘ Mingle ’. Getting out of her of black Toyota Camry, I stepped up on the sidewalk and raised an eyebrow at Harper.
    “What?”
    “Mingle?” I said while softly giggling, “If I didn’t know that this was a clothing store I’d think you were taking me out to pick out a man.”
    Harper rolled her eyes and said “Oh shut up and get in there. I think your plate is full enough with men at the moment and your wardrobe is in serious need of fixing.”
    What on earth did she mean ‘my plate was full of men’ ? I was married. I had Weston and that was it. I decided to ignore her comment, and followed her into the oddly named store. We walked through the front door and a little bell jingled overhead, probably to let the sales people in back that there were people out front to harass. Just another reason I loved shopping at my large chain stores; nobody bothered me when picking out clothes. These smaller places there was always some stuffy, stuck up person pushing their products on you, telling you how fabulous you looked—even though you probably looked like a fat hippo stuffed in a size six dress when you really wear a size ten—all because they work on commission and need the sale. I tended to be the most gullible person on earth, and I hated that they spent so much time with me that I ended up buying something I didn’t want or need purely because I felt guilty for taking their time. As if on cue, a petite little woman with bright red shoulder length hair walked out of the back with a smile on her face and a look in her eyes that said ‘ you are mine!’
    “Hello, my name is Sarah and welcome to Mingle! What can I help you ladies with today?”
    Oh Jesus, her voice was too perky and she was overly friendly. Fuck a duck I was totally going to spend too much money in here, just what I didn’t want! But I had promised