Sara's Song by Sandra Edwards Read Free Book Online Page B

determination to trip up the candidates.
    She all but had this one in the bag though. If she got the job and pulled it off—which she knew she could—she’d be able to write her own ticket.
    That was her ultimate goal. Her odds were far better when focusing on a career, rather than love. She’d done that once and it hadn’t turned out well.
    Most of her friends were like moths returning to the light, getting burned over and over. But not Tiffany. She only tolerated friends with benefitsthese days. She’d vowed a long time ago never to wear her heart on her sleeve again. Not since that idiot Scott had showed up to their wedding, announcing that he’d married the stripper from the bachelor party instead.
    Scott was the reason she shuddered at the thought of attending the reunion. He was the last person she wanted to talk about, or worse yet—see.
    Driftwood, California, was a small town; one she couldn’t get away from fast enough eight years ago when Scott disgraced her. The idea of returning, even for a visit, dredged up a lot of bad memories, and offered a ton of resolve to stay away.
    Tap … tap … tap . The delicate knock at the office door invaded Tiffany’s thoughts. She glanced up, half-expecting to see Jennie standing in the doorway, none too surprised when she did.
    “Want to do lunch?” Jennie asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
    “Sounds great.” Tiffany glimpsed at her watch. 10:30. “Give me an hour?”
    “What are you studying so hard?” Jennie entered the room and eased down on the edge of Tiffany’s desk. Her brown-eyes canvassed the desktop and froze on the invitation. She picked up the card and a slight smirk formed on her lips. “What’s this?” Jennie asked with a thick giggle.
    “Junk mail,” Tiffany said, letting her gaze drift to the window.
    It took all of two seconds for Jennie’s smile to fade, indicating she’d made the connection between the upcoming high school reunion and the elusive scoundrel of an ex-fiancé.
    “Are you going?” Jennie asked, waving the invitation.
    “Are you kidding?” Tiffany snorted. “There’s not a chance in hell of that happening.”
    “Why not? You’re successful. You’ve got money to burn. Everyone there will be so jealous.”
    “In Driftwood, success is measured by the strength of your marriage.”
    “And you think someone’s wife will be considered more successful than you?”
    Tiffany nodded.
    “I doubt she’ll think so.” Jennie stood and strolled toward the door. “She might like driving your Beamer better than some old dipshit.”
    “Maybe she’s got her own Beamer.”
    “Maybe so.” Jennie paused in the doorway and glanced over her shoulder. “But yours doesn’t come equipped with a dipshit.”
    Tiffany chuckled, shaking her head. It was just like Jennie to find the humor in even the most dire situations.
    L ucky’s was the local hotspot for lunch. Conveniently located just across the street, it was quick and served great food.
    Jennie had gotten tied up at work, so Tiffany went ahead and ordered their lunches. While she waited, she munched on tortilla chips and sipped on a glass of artificially sweetened iced tea. The upcoming high-school reunion tried to invade her thoughts and she struggled to push the unwanted feelings aside. She would love to go, to see everyone, but she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone mentioning Scott’s breach of promise.
    Jennie approached the booth, pulling Tiffany out of the hole she was starting to wallow in. She thanked her silently, but outwardly flashed her a practiced smile. Jennie slid into the seat across from Tiffany. Her smile was starting to look a lot like the cat that ate the canary.
    “What are you up to?” Tiffany asked.
    “I have the perfect solution for you.” There was too much confidence in her tone. She was up to something.
    “I need a solution?”
    “Since marriage, as you say, is the root of all success in your hometown…you need a husband.”
    “And