What Are The Chances?. D. Graham R.
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Название: What Are The Chances?
Автор: D. Graham R.
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9780008145170
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Still not completely recovered from the shock, I picked up the phone and called Sophie. I was talking so fast and high-pitched only Sophie would have been able to decipher the content.
“Oh my God!” she said. “Why do all the good things happen while I’m not there? Okay, hold on. Cut it out, you idiots, I can’t hear,” she yelled at the guys in the van. “I need to focus. So, Mason Cartwright showed up at the Inn after a year abroad to honour your deal from that day at the Britannia pools last summer. And you have nothing to wear that even comes close to being suitable for a date with Mason Cartwright. Do I have it right so far?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“Okay, calm down. Hold on. You guys, please shut up. This is an important call. Okay. This is huge. Does he still look good?”
“Unbelievably.”
“Nice. What about Trevor?”
“What about Trevor? Could you please get over that? He has a girlfriend. Oh, and more importantly, he doesn’t share the same feelings. It’s never going to happen. Mason is a real possibility.”
“What if he’s like all those pretentious snots he used to hang out with at school?”
“I don’t know, but I should give him one chance, right?”
“Hell yeah. No girl in her right mind wouldn’t go on at least one date with Mason Cartwright.” Sophie laughed, then shouted away from the phone, “Oh, simmer down, Doug, I’m not a girl in her right mind.” She switched back to me again, “I just don’t know Mason well enough to be sure if he’s a good guy.”
“How will I be able to tell?”
“You’ll feel it. Are you positive you don’t want to hold out for Trevor? It’s been a month since you saw him. Maybe you should at least wait to talk to him and see if he’s going to make a move.”
“I did talk to him. He called.”
“And?”
“And nothing. Nothing has changed. Nothing will ever change. He asked me to save him a damn muffin. I’ve been holding out all year and now he’s taken. I’m moving on.”
“Hey, Doug. How do you think Trevor will feel about Deri hooking up with Mason Cartwright?” He made a grumbling sound. I couldn’t make out his words, but he probably didn’t want to get involved, since he was friends with both of us. Sophie laughed. “Yeah. That’s what I thought. Tell him he blew it. Boys are so stupid. Damn. I wish I could be there to do your hair and makeup. This is so exciting. Okay, wear your new European jeans with the dark-purple halter-top and the black heels I lent you—yes, before you say anything, I did see every one of your posts from your trip, even though I said I didn’t want to know how much fun you were having. It was obviously an awesome experience. You looked amazing in that outfit. That is all I will say about that. We are never again talking about that opportunity of a lifetime I missed out on. Or just give me a week. I’ll probably want to talk about it by then—next, under no circumstances may you wear your ugly faded cardigan. I don’t care how rainy it is out. Straighten your hair and wear it parted in the middle. Mascara and lip gloss should be enough. You don’t want to look like you’re trying too hard. I want details first thing in the morning. Promise?”
“I promise. Thanks.” I scribbled down some notes so I wouldn’t forget her advice. “Good luck tonight.”
“Get lucky tonight,” she teased.
The afternoon dragged compared to the crazy morning. I was worried about Trevor getting hurt while he was training for Search and Rescue and jittery about the date with Mason. Despite checking the clock constantly, time didn’t seem to be passing properly. Trevor hadn’t replied to my text, so of course I assumed the worst and visualized all sorts of horrifying accidents that could leave him dead at the bottom of a ravine or river or something. I couldn’t even concentrate enough to read the novel I was three-quarters through.
After finishing the orientation with Alan and Paula, Granddad took over the front-desk duties to give me a break. They hung out in the lobby with him to ask questions about things like the plumbing and furnace. Those weren’t things I knew much about, but I agreed to meet Paula in the morning and walk her through the steps for getting the breakfast buffet ready. Their enthusiasm was cute.
Kailyn came over at three o’clock for our checkers game in the dining room. She beat me without me even letting her. “You’re getting good, Kiki. Have you been practicing?”
“Trevor plays with me before I go to bed. He’s bad. He always loses like you.” As she set the board up for another game, I went into the kitchen to heat a homemade cinnamon bun for us to share. They were her favourite, along with my homemade hot chocolate. When I returned to the table with the tray, her mood shifted. She rocked back and forth in her chair and fidgeted with the checker pieces. “Derian, are you going to leave?”
I knew she wouldn’t like the truth because change was not something she was comfortable with, but I couldn’t lie to her, so I said, “A new family is moving in to run the Inn starting September. I’m probably going to move to Toronto to go to a school there. They are a really nice family. You’ll like them.”
“Toronto is far away. When will I see you?”
“During the holidays, I guess.” Her expression was heartbreaking, so I added, “But there is also a small chance I might move to my mom’s in Vancouver and go to Trevor’s school. I haven’t decided yet.”
“You don’t like your mom. You can live with us.”
“What? Why would you say that? I like my mom.” I frowned, wondering where she got that idea from. Obviously I’d given her that impression with all my complaining over the years. “Okay, I admit, my mom might be a little challenging for me to live with, but I love her. And thanks for the offer, but it’s too inconvenient to drive from Britannia Beach to school every day.”
“I don’t want you to move away.”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here forever.”
She looked incredibly disappointed and I couldn’t handle it. I dropped extra mini marshmallows into her hot chocolate, but she didn’t take the mug when I offered it to her. She stared down at the tile pattern on the floor, still rocking. She had flip flops on and it looked as if she’d been hiking through mud puddles.
“Did you go into the forest?”
“No.” She was a horrible liar. Her facial expression always gave her away.
“You’re not supposed to go into the forest by yourself.”
She tucked her feet under the table so I couldn’t see them. “I’m a grown-up, Derian. I can do whatever I want.”
“I know, but it’s not safe to go in the forest by yourself.”
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