Just Desserts

Just Desserts by Marquita Valentine Read Free Book Online

Book: Just Desserts by Marquita Valentine Read Free Book Online
Authors: Marquita Valentine
Tags: Contemporary Romance, alpha male, love, Fake engagement

     
    Jules: Again, you are a lovely person to think so, but I’d be rather sad if I didn’t receive my weekly update from you regarding my order and my well-being, my father’s well-being, what episode of Downton Abbey I’m up to now, or debate the merits of a female Dr. Who. However , if you feel it’s for the best, we can only exchange emails once a month.
     
    If she and Jules condensed their exchanges to once a month, it wouldn’t be that much of… Suddenly, she got a funny feeling in her stomach.
    She would miss talking to Jules each week, she realized.
    Ridiculous, maybe, but true. Sometimes it seemed like she talked to Jules more than she did Glen, but then, Jules listened to her. Glen mostly grunted and crashed, claiming he was tired.
     
    Jules: Daisy…? I apologize if I’ve overstepped.
     
    Daisy: NO! We can change your order to save money, but, um, we can still talk each week, if you want.
     
    Jules: I’d like that. And Daisy…
     
    Daisy: Yes?
     
    Jules: You have no idea how much your weekly emails (and cupcakes) have helped. Thank you.

    Warmth spread through her, down to the tips of her toes. It was nice to be appreciated, for someone to acknowledge the little things. Glen wouldn’t notice if she walked through the house wearing nothing but do-me-now red lipstick.
     
    Daisy: They mean a lot to me, too, Jules.
     
    Jules: Would it be odd if I chatted you up more often? The American version of chatting, not English, that is. Glen has nothing to worry about. In fact, he’s welcome to join in again.
     
    Jules was so thoughtful, so not Glen.
    She smiled at the computer screen, and then guilt pricked at her, quick and sharp, though there was nothing inappropriate about her relationship with Jules. Heck, Glen had talked to Jules, several times. They’d given each other a hard time over sports. Something about football versus rugby.
     
    Daisy: Let me think about it.
     
    Jules: Of course. Good night.
     
    Daisy: Night.
     
    Taking a deep breath, she cleared her thoughts. If she and Glen were going to work out, she had to stop comparing Jules to him. It wasn’t fair of her to do so, and if she didn’t stop, then she’d have no choice but to stop talking to Jules. As much as she hated the whole “owed it to him” saying, she did think Glen deserved a second chance. Years of friendship before it turning into more had been the total basis for trying to work things out.
    She set her laptop to one side and jumped out of bed to fix herself a little snack, padding across her bedroom and into the hallway, the wooden floor creaking as she went. Along the way, she paused in the living room to check to see if Glen’s truck was in the drive.
    Pushing the sheer curtains aside, she peeked through the window. The space beside her Honda was empty.
    Where was Glen?
    She frowned.
    He hadn’t texted or called to let her know he’d be late. Something he’d been doing a lot lately, and had been blaming on his extra work duties. But honestly, how much of an extra workload could a high school history teacher/assistant football coach have in the off-season?
    Maybe it had been a mistake to get back together with him, or to allow him to move in with her, since his lease had been up and they were planning to get engaged someday anyway…or so he had implied. Maybe she’d just been too darn lonely to say no.
    But this was Glen. Her Glen. Someone she’d known since seventh grade.
    Walking to the kitchen, she shook her head and muttered, “I love Glen and he loves me. There’s no reason at all to think that he broke up with me right before the holidays so he wouldn’t have to buy me a gift and then got back together once his lease had been up.”
    Cici’s claws tapped on the floor as she ran up to Daisy, wagging her little stump of a tail and banishing Daisy’s less than charitable thoughts of her now on-again boyfriend.
    Daisy knelt on the floor to pet her sweet puppy, if she could call a five-year-old,

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