The Perfect Match. Kristan Higgins

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СКАЧАТЬ who said they were never around when you needed them? “Are you okay?” he asked.

      She swallowed. “Peachy.” Her face hurt. The spot Dana slapped throbbed.

      Brogan looked absolutely bewildered. “Honor,” he said. “I—I thought...I didn’t realize...”

      “No? Well, then, you’re stupider than I thought.” Her voice was cool, despite the fact that she was shaking violently.

      “Let’s get out of here,” her brother said, and she loved him so much right then.

      “I can’t believe it!” someone barked from the bar, breaking the silence. Lorena Creech, the biggest mouth in town. “Honor Holland in a catfight! Wowzers!”

      “Come on,” Jack muttered. “I’ll drive you home.”

      But Honor just stood there another minute, unable to take her eyes off of Dana. Her friend. The one who watched movies with her on Saturday nights when neither of them had a date, who confided in her, laughed with her, didn’t seem to mind that she was maybe a little quiet, a little predictable. The one who’d told her to go for it, propose to Brogan...the one who’d handed her tissues after he said no.

      The one who’d had a strange look on her face when she answered the door that night, and now Honor recognized what that expression had been: triumph.

      The one who was wearing the same engagement ring Honor had admired.

      In Dana’s eyes was a dark gleam of satisfaction.

      “I’ll drive myself,” Honor said, finally looking at her brother. “Thanks, anyway, Jack.” She straightened her sweater, took her purse from the back of the chair.

      Over the back of Dana’s chair, she noted, was a Burberry raincoat. Honor’s raincoat.

      She turned and headed through the still-silent bar. It was an awfully long way.

      A man she didn’t know slid off a bar stool and went to the door ahead of her, weaving a bit, she noted distantly. “Thanks for that,” he said, the origin of the British accent she’d heard earlier. “You don’t get to see enough girl fights these days.”

      “Shut up,” she muttered, not looking him in the eye.

      He toasted her with his glass and held the door open, and the cool, damp air soothed her burning face.

      * * *

      TWO HOURS LATER, with Spike curled under her chin and snoring slightly, Honor made a resolution (and a list).

      No more catfights in bars.

      No more letting the old imagination fly away like a rabid bat, inventing scenarios that clearly weren’t going to play out.

      Work less and play more (find ways to play ASAP; maybe hire someone?).

      A relationship, and pronto.

      A baby. Soon.

      Time to get a life, in other words.

      Time to take action.

       CHAPTER THREE

      THERE WAS LITTLE Honor dreaded more than Family Meetings. In the past, subjects covered included Jack’s divorce, the care and feeding of Goggy and Pops, Faith’s wedding(s) and Dad’s terrifying girlfriend of last year.

      Tonight, for the first time ever, the Family Meeting was about her.

      In the three days since the catfight, Honor had done a lot of thinking. She’d always been the good one, not that her siblings were bad people. No, they were just more colorful. She was like that other kid in the story of the Prodigal Son. The one who never screwed up, who did his job.

      And look where that had gotten her. Thirty-five, aging eggs, no man in her life, totally gobsmacked by her best friend, not to mention completely idiotic where Brogan was concerned. She lived with her father in her childhood home and worked a bazillion hours a week. For fun, she watched shows about tumor removal or the guy who had a foot growing out of his rib cage, courtesy of a malformed twin.

      Her entire family had heard about the fight. She’d told her dad and Mrs. Johnson the morning after, not wanting them to hear it from anywhere else, and Dad had looked like someone had just eaten a live kitten while Mrs. J. muttered darkly and slammed the fridge. Faith came over and had been quite sympathetic, reminding Honor of her own public scene a few years ago, and leaving two cartons of Ben & Jerry’s in the freezer.

      The family meeting would be more of the same.

      Her in-box chimed.

      To: [email protected]

      From: [email protected]

      Subject: Hey

      Hi, Honor. Don’t know if you got my call the other day.

      Oh, she had. She’d just opted not to return it.

      You might be avoiding me.

      Why, the man was a genius!

      So here’s the thing. I’m so, so sorry, Honor. I really never meant for you to feel bad in any way, honest to God. When we talked a couple of months ago about getting married, I was sure you were cool with that. And then this thing with Dana... We both weren’t sure how to tell you about it, exactly, but we figured once you heard, you’d be happy about it.

      She heard an unpleasant sound. Ah. Her teeth, grinding. Brogan. Was. Sostupid.

      And obviously, that was really stupid.

      Her jaw unlocked. Whatever else, Brogan always did have a way of reading her mind.

      I feel like utter crap that I misread the situation so completely. Your friendship is incredibly important to me. You’re the only one I’ve kept in touch with since elementary school, you know? I’d kill to know that you and I can still be friends. If not, I understand. I’d be really sad, but I’d understand.

      Hope you’re okay. Miss you.

      Brogan

      “Yeah, you should miss me,” she said, but her voice was shaking. Because let’s not fool ourselves here. She was going to forgive him. Even now, her heart felt floppy and huge in her chest.

      Ah, dang it. That was the thing with Brogan. He never meant any harm. He wasn’t the type. With a sigh that made Spike yawn in sympathy, she started typing. May as well get it over.

      To: [email protected]

      From: [email protected]

      Subject: Re: Hey

      Hey, you! Of course СКАЧАТЬ