“They’reallyoung.You’reyoung.”
Paige’s cellphone rang before she could think of a suitable response. She reached into her beige canvas bag and extricated the phone, grateful for the interruption. Her mother meant well, but Paige wasn’t in the mood for one of her patentedyou’re a smart, beautiful girl, there are plenty more fish in the seapep talks. “Chloe, hi,” she said to her oldest and best friend.
“Can you come over?” Chloe said, wasting no time on unnecessary pleasantries.
“Is something wrong?” Paige pictured her friend pushing her straight blond hair away from her pale blue eyes and chewing on her full bottom lip.
“Only everything.”
Shit,Paige thought, understanding the source of Chloe’s problems without having to be told. “I have a job interview at three. I can come over after that.”
“Great. See you then.”
“Something wrong?” her mother asked, repeating her daughter’s question as Paige returned the phone to her purse.
Paige shrugged.“Only everything,”she heard Chloe say.
“About the doctor…” her mother began. “I just meant—”
“I know what you meant, Mom,” Paige interrupted. “But it’s not like I’ve locked myself away in some tower. I’m putting myself out there. I’m on a dozen dating sites. I’ve gone out with six guys in as many weeks…”
“Maybe you’re being too picky.”
“Maybe,” Paige said, too tired and hungry to argue. Was it being too picky to expect a man to be…honest? Wereallmen liars? “What about you?” she asked, turning the tables on her mother.
“What do you mean, what about me?”
“It’s been two years since Daddy died. Have you ever considered…?” She could barely finish the thought, let alone the sentence, the idea of her mother being interested in any man other than her father too ridiculous to contemplate.
“Don’t be silly, darling. I’m an old woman.”
“Seventy is hardly old. Not anymore. And you look fantastic. Dr. Barelli said you’re in great shape.”
“For a woman my age,” Joan Hamilton qualified, although there was something in her tone that said the idea of her dating again might not be so preposterous after all. She patted the side of her stylish blond bob.
“Maybeyoushould go on Match Sticks,” Paige said, feeling increasingly uncomfortable and wondering why she was persisting. She looked around the restaurant’s small, dark interior for the waiter, wondering what was taking so long with their food. “Oh, God,” she said, suddenly burrowing down in her seat and covering the side of her face with her hand. Could this day get any worse?
“What is it?”
“Don’t look.”
Her mother immediately twisted in her chair to look behind her.
“I saiddon’t…”
“Sorry, darling. It’s an automatic reaction when someone tells you not to look,” Joan Hamilton said sheepishly. “Did she see us? Is she coming over?”
“Oh, yes,” Paige said, sitting back up and watching her cousin approach, reminded of the expression “it’s like looking in the mirror.” Except she was pretty sure that expression was intended to be ironic, whereas looking at her cousin actuallywaslike looking in the mirror, so striking was their resemblance. Which probably wasn’t that surprising, considering that their fathers had been identical twins and the two girls had been born within days of each other.
“Well, hello, you two,” Heather said, bending down to kiss her aunt’s cheek, seemingly unaware of the stiffening of Joan’s shoulders. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Paige wondered whether the cliché was deliberate or if her cousin couldn’t help it, never having had an original thought in her life. She cursed herself for having forgotten that the office where her cousin worked was only blocks away.
Or maybe she hadn’t forgotten. Maybe she’d been daring fate and fate had taken up the challenge, raising an invisible middle finger in response.
“No hellos?” Heather asked. “Okay, well. Have it your way. How goes the job hunt?” She smiled at Paige, as if she were actually expecting an answer.
Paige fought the urge to punch her cousin in the nose.