luck, she’d start law school in the fall. Step one of getting on with her life, of realizing her dreams, complete.
Now, for step two. She stared at her computer screen. The Google home page glared back at her, daring her to type the words she’d been dreading. Just do it!
She typed ‘match dating service’ in the search bar and hit enter before she lost her courage.
After two days of berating herself for being an idiot once again, moping around the condo and crying herself to sleep, she woke this morning determined to move on.
Hence the letter to the University of Chicago Law School, and the dating site.
More dates, more relationships, and more marriages than any other dating or personals site, the commercial promised. Finding someone else would be easy with those stats.
Search results filled her screen.
Click on the damned link! Come on, what are you waiting for?
The telephone rang. Saved by the bell. She reached for the receiver and answered it. “The Perfect Affair.”
“It’s Reed.”
Her heart did a crazy little flip. No. No. No. What the heck was wrong with her? New start. New beginning , she reminded herself and got her wayward emotions under control.
“What can I do for you?” Yes. She sounded cool, collected, and in charge.
“I spoke with Marshall this morning.”
The blood roared through her ears and she started to shake. Stop it. Now. There was no reason to get upset. An annulment was best for both of them. “And?”
“The annulment is out, we don’t meet the criteria. We’ll have to get a divorce and you’ll need your own lawyer.”
“Okay.”
“Also, I wanted to let you know I’m selling the condo.”
Ashley drew in a sharp breath. Selling the condo?
“I would appreciate it if you’d let my real estate agent show the unit while you're still living there.”
No explanation as to why he’d chosen to get rid of the place. Then again, he didn’t owe her one. The condo was his to do with as he saw fit. What he decided was none of her business now that they’d separated. “Oh. Yeah, sure. No problem.”
“I’ll make sure she gives you sufficient notice when someone wants to see it.”
“Thanks. Is there anything else?” Silence echoed down the line. “Reed? Are you still there?”
“Yes. I’m here. You’ll be single again in a few weeks.”
The breath whooshed out of her. What the hell had she been hoping for? A declaration of love? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Would she ever learn? “I’ll call my attorney and have her contact Marshall.”
“Good. I’ll see you on Friday at the party.”
Where she’d play the blissfully happy wife. She shuddered. “Try to be on time. Please. It’s important you’re there. For Nicole and Max.”
“Important. Right.”
The line went dead.
Ashley dialed Dana Robert’s number, the family lawyer who’d helped them settle her parents’ estate and gave her Marshall Kline’s contact information, then returned her attention to the computer screen. Single. Again. In a few weeks. Reed’s words whispered through her mind. Her stomach roiled. Bile rose in her throat and her head started to pound.
No. She had to stop torturing herself. Her marriage was over. She needed to get on with her life.
She clicked on the Match.com link. The website appeared. She sighed, created a login and began the process.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
Ashley peered up from her desk. Jake stood in the open doorway, a grin on his face.
She frowned. “What are you doing here?”
He laughed. A rich, warm chuckle that came from deep within. It still had the power to make her smile.
“You called me, remember? We’re supposed to go and see the three venues you’ve selected for my fundraiser next month.”
Heat invaded her cheeks. “Right. Sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
Reed, she’d been thinking about Reed and that damned phone call this morning. Not to mention the pings she’d gotten on Match.com. Three. Already. In less than four