bits of their conversation kept popping into his head.
“…two months to live.”
How did his dad cope with being told he had such a short time to live? Did he get mad? Deny the possibility? Did he tell the doctor he didn’t know what the hell he was doing? He could picture his dad doing that, especially considering they got three opinions.
“…need to prepare for the funeral.”
It’s not something you want to hear your parents say, especially being so young. Adam could see his mom was worried and exhausted, which was hard for him to see considering she was one of the strongest people he knew.
Adam reached over and turned on the radio. He needed to quit rehashing the depressing evening.
*****
When Adam pulled into his driveway, he checked his phone before getting out of his car. He had a couple text messages, one from his co-worker, Jeremy, asking if everything was okay, and two from Sarah.
Shit, Sarah.
He’d completely forgotten to let her know he couldn’t meet up with her that night. It slipped his mind he even had plans. Who could blame him?
But still, he felt like a jerk.
Sarah, 7:15pm: Hey, handsome. I’m at The Pickle. We still meeting up?
Sarah, 7:45pm: I take it you can’t make it. I’m heading home. Text me later.
Adam met her at the bar a couple weeks ago. She was sexy, with dark brown hair, green eyes and a tight little body. She was recently divorced and wanted nothing more from him than no-strings-attached hookups.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Adam, 8:32pm: Bad night. Didn’t mean to ditch you. Forgive me?
Sarah, 8:37pm: Depends…
Adam, 8:37pm: On what?
Sarah, 8:38pm: On how you make it up to me ;)
Did that mean she was still game?
Adam needed his brain to turn off. He planned to go down to the water, sit on his dock with a six pack of beer and drown his sorrows.
But now that the thought was in his head, escaping with a sexy woman was an even better idea.
No harm in asking.
Adam, 8:39pm : What are you doing?
Sarah, 8:39pm: I just got out of the shower. Still in my towel.
Adam, 8:40pm : Up for company?
Sarah, 8:40pm: Maybe
Adam, 8:40pm : I promise to make it up to you. More than once.
Sarah, 8:40pm: I could be persuaded.
Adam, 8:41pm : Be there in a bit.
Sarah, 8:41pm: See you soon, handsome.
He smiled and headed towards Sarah’s place. By the time he was ready to come back home shortly before midnight, he’d been able to make it up to her, multiple times.
Chapter Two
Jennifer
Learning from your mistakes
“I got the job!”
Jennifer jumped up and down and began to dance around the room, shaking her butt and she was pretty sure she looked ridiculous.
“I got the jo-ob. I got the jo-ob. The J.O.B. job jo-ob!”
Her five-year-old daughter, Amber, was still sleeping, or at least she was before Jennifer got so carried away with excitement. She didn’t really care if she woke her up…she got the job!
She was sitting in her kitchen, sipping on her delicious mint mocha, when the long-awaited phone call came through. She interviewed several weeks prior, and actually began to give up hope of hearing back from them, much less actually getting the job.
Jennifer strained her ear towards Amber’s room, trying to see if she heard any noise. Not a sound was coming from down the hall, so she figured she was safe for a few more minutes.
She dashed to her computer and printed her resignation letter, one she crafted after the interview. She gave a deep sigh as she waited for the paper to spit out of the printer.
Another job, another move, another state. That would make her third major move in less than ten years. At least moving was one thing she was good at when things got tough.
Jennifer originally moved from Minnesota to California for nursing school after completing her generals in Minnesota. She didn’t want to move there, but she wasn’t able to get into nursing school at home. Although she never intended to be there that long,
“…two months to live.”
How did his dad cope with being told he had such a short time to live? Did he get mad? Deny the possibility? Did he tell the doctor he didn’t know what the hell he was doing? He could picture his dad doing that, especially considering they got three opinions.
“…need to prepare for the funeral.”
It’s not something you want to hear your parents say, especially being so young. Adam could see his mom was worried and exhausted, which was hard for him to see considering she was one of the strongest people he knew.
Adam reached over and turned on the radio. He needed to quit rehashing the depressing evening.
*****
When Adam pulled into his driveway, he checked his phone before getting out of his car. He had a couple text messages, one from his co-worker, Jeremy, asking if everything was okay, and two from Sarah.
Shit, Sarah.
He’d completely forgotten to let her know he couldn’t meet up with her that night. It slipped his mind he even had plans. Who could blame him?
But still, he felt like a jerk.
Sarah, 7:15pm: Hey, handsome. I’m at The Pickle. We still meeting up?
Sarah, 7:45pm: I take it you can’t make it. I’m heading home. Text me later.
Adam met her at the bar a couple weeks ago. She was sexy, with dark brown hair, green eyes and a tight little body. She was recently divorced and wanted nothing more from him than no-strings-attached hookups.
It couldn’t have been more perfect.
Adam, 8:32pm: Bad night. Didn’t mean to ditch you. Forgive me?
Sarah, 8:37pm: Depends…
Adam, 8:37pm: On what?
Sarah, 8:38pm: On how you make it up to me ;)
Did that mean she was still game?
Adam needed his brain to turn off. He planned to go down to the water, sit on his dock with a six pack of beer and drown his sorrows.
But now that the thought was in his head, escaping with a sexy woman was an even better idea.
No harm in asking.
Adam, 8:39pm : What are you doing?
Sarah, 8:39pm: I just got out of the shower. Still in my towel.
Adam, 8:40pm : Up for company?
Sarah, 8:40pm: Maybe
Adam, 8:40pm : I promise to make it up to you. More than once.
Sarah, 8:40pm: I could be persuaded.
Adam, 8:41pm : Be there in a bit.
Sarah, 8:41pm: See you soon, handsome.
He smiled and headed towards Sarah’s place. By the time he was ready to come back home shortly before midnight, he’d been able to make it up to her, multiple times.
Chapter Two
Jennifer
Learning from your mistakes
“I got the job!”
Jennifer jumped up and down and began to dance around the room, shaking her butt and she was pretty sure she looked ridiculous.
“I got the jo-ob. I got the jo-ob. The J.O.B. job jo-ob!”
Her five-year-old daughter, Amber, was still sleeping, or at least she was before Jennifer got so carried away with excitement. She didn’t really care if she woke her up…she got the job!
She was sitting in her kitchen, sipping on her delicious mint mocha, when the long-awaited phone call came through. She interviewed several weeks prior, and actually began to give up hope of hearing back from them, much less actually getting the job.
Jennifer strained her ear towards Amber’s room, trying to see if she heard any noise. Not a sound was coming from down the hall, so she figured she was safe for a few more minutes.
She dashed to her computer and printed her resignation letter, one she crafted after the interview. She gave a deep sigh as she waited for the paper to spit out of the printer.
Another job, another move, another state. That would make her third major move in less than ten years. At least moving was one thing she was good at when things got tough.
Jennifer originally moved from Minnesota to California for nursing school after completing her generals in Minnesota. She didn’t want to move there, but she wasn’t able to get into nursing school at home. Although she never intended to be there that long,
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