The Unhoneymooners by Christina Lauren EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author Name: Christina Lauren
- Book Genre: Adult, Chick Lit, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, Fiction, Romance, Womens Fiction
- ISBN # 9781501128042
- Date of Publication: 2019-5-14
- File Format: PDF / EPUB
- PDF File Size: 2 MB
JESSICA DAVIS USED to think it was an honest-to-God tragedy that only
twenty-six percent of women believed in true love. Of course, that was nearly
a decade ago, when she couldn’t imagine what it felt like to be anything but
deeply and passionately obsessed with the man who would one day be her ex.
Tonight, though, on her third first date in seven years, she was astounded the
number was even that high.
“Twenty-six percent,” she mumbled, leaning toward the restroom mirror to
apply more lipstick. “Twenty-six women out of one hundred believe true love
is real.” Popping the cap back on, Jess laughed, and her exhausted reflection
laughed back. Sadly, her night was far from over. She still had to make it
through the entrée course; appetizers had lasted four years.
Of course, some
of that was probably due to Travis’s tendency to talk with his mouth full,
oversharing highly specific stories about finding his wife in bed with his
business partner and the ensuing messy divorce. But as far as first dates went,
Jess reasoned, it could have been worse. This date was better, for sure, than
the guy last week who’d been so drunk when he showed up at the restaurant
that he’d nodded off before they’d even ordered.
“Come on, Jess.” She dropped the tube back into her bag. “You don’t have
to make, serve, or clean up after this meal. The dishes alone are worth at least
one more bitter ex-wife story.”
A stall door clicked open, startling her, and a willowy blonde emerged.
She glanced at Jess with bald pity.
“God, I know,” Jess agreed with a groan. “I’m talking to myself in a
bathroom. Tells you exactly how my night is going.”
Not a laugh. Not even a smile of politeness, let alone camaraderie. Instead
the woman moved as far away as possible to the end of the empty row of
sinks and began washing her hands.
Jess went back to rummaging through her purse but couldn’t help glancing
toward the end of the counter. She knew it wasn’t polite to stare, but the other
woman’s makeup was flawless, her nails perfectly manicured. How on earth
did some women manage it? Jess considered leaving the house with her
zipper up a victory.
Once, she’d presented an entire fiscal year’s worth of
data to a client with four of Juno’s sparkly butterfly barrettes still clipped to
the front of her blazer. This gorgeous stranger probably hadn’t been forced to
change outfits after cleaning glitter off both a cat and a seven-year-old. She
probably never had to apologize for being late. She probably didn’t even have
to shave—she was just naturally smooth everywhere.
“Are you okay?”
Jess blinked back to awareness, realizing the woman was speaking to her.
There was really no way to pretend she hadn’t been staring directly at this
Resisting the urge to cover her own less-than-impressive assets, Jess
offered a small, embarrassed wave. “Sorry. I was just thinking that your
kitten probably isn’t covered in glitter, too.”
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