Chasing the Dream: Dream Series, Book 3 Read Free

with neutral cream colors. I quickly decided that I’d petition my parents for some decorating funds to add some color. Maybe wall prints, new throw pillows, maybe a blanket or two, some accessories like candles and whimsical things. And definitely some personal pictures.
    I made a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich and considered my new living situation in peace and quiet. I was looking forward to the quiet. Lucy, my roommate, was great, but she was not quiet. She was an activist, often prattling on about a cause that she was trying to get me to sign on to, or yammering about the benefits of hot yoga, all the while playing new age music. It was like she couldn’t tolerate quiet. In the beginning of our freshman year, she was a vegetarian, and slowly became a vegan vegetarian, scrutinizing all the food I brought into the dorm. She was also an early riser. Not something I had ever been, although I’d have to learn now that I had a job.
    With my last bit of strength, I took a shower, slipped into fresh undies and a cami, brushed my teeth, slid into my new bed; a queen-sized bed. Such a wonderful change from the single beds in the dorms. This was going to be heavenly.

    A fter the long drive bringing Phoebe to New York, and a tense twenty-four hours with Greg, I eagerly climbed out of the rented minivan at Ed Scott’s, and said ‘good-bye’ to Greg. If last night wasn’t enough, the past fourteen hours in his presence was probably the most excruciating thing I’ve done in a long time. Maybe more painful than labor. When I called Greg a few weeks ago to tell him that I was going to be driving Phoebe to New York and get her settled into the apartment, he decided to ‘tag along.’ He also asked if we could meet up the night before the drive to New York, and hash out some of the last minute details of our divorce settlement, which would be finalized in the next week, once he signed the papers and they were filed.
    “We” decided to keep things quiet about the divorce to the kids until everything was finalized, and by “we” I meant “he.” When we met over coffee last night, I got the distinct impression that Greg was harboring some deep seated hope that I’d come back, that I would beg him to give me another chance. That was never going to happen. I had found my perfect match. Jack Stevens. Last night’s discussions put Greg straight. I hoped. It seemed like he understood, but today he sulked like a spoiled brat. I wanted nothing more than to tell Phoebe that I was also living in New York these days, at Jack’s place, and if she needed anything I was a quick subway ride away. But the more I thought about it, Greg’s plan to keep things quiet might not be a bad thing for now. I didn’t want to distract Phoebe as she started her internship. She seemed so happy to be living on her own.
    So, I’d give into Greg’s little ruse for now. But once the divorce is final, we’d have to find a way to break it to the kids. And by “we,” I was probably meaning “me.”

CHAPTER 2

    F riday I slept in until noon. No waking up to Lucy’s nutty, new age music. No classes to go to. Just me time. For breakfast I had some granola and yogurt, and a small pot of coffee. I enjoyed taking my time to bask in my newfound independence, and I pondered my past year and considered where things were heading.
    With more than a little regret, I wished I had majored in something other than physics my freshman year. Granted, I did take an English and a history class for graduation requirement, so the year wasn’t entirely a loss.
    Even minoring in dance was a mistake. I was an okay dancer, but I didn’t have the dedication needed, nor did I really have the body. I wasn’t overly heavy, but I didn’t have that lithe body that most of the dancers in the department had. I was a comfortable size 10 or 12, depending on the brand; I had a chest, a C+/D cup, and hips. So…a long ways off from my fellow dancers who wore between a size 0