Page 10 of Not Mine To Love

“No, actually, it’s not. Not even close.”

I sighed. “Then what am I going to do?” I felt like I was back to square one again. “I don’t have a portfolio to show this guy, but I have to land this job otherwise I can’t follow him around because then he’ll recognize me and know I’m up to no good,” I whined.

“Calm down. We’ll figure this out. I might know someone who can help.”

I grabbed her hands and bounced up and down in excitement. “Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you...”

“Okay, okay.” She pried her hands away and laughed. “I said might, so we’ll see. I’ll give him a call. I can’t believe I’m going to ask someone to create a fake portfolio for you. Next thing you know I’ll be in the business of making fake passports and stuff.”

“I’m sure making a fake portfolio isn’t like some sort of gateway drug to criminal activity.”

“Good one,” she said, punching my shoulder. “My sense of humor is rubbing off on you.”

“Yep.”

“That means you spend too much time with me. You need to get out more. Any luck finding a boyfriend yet?”

Gosh, sometimes Dana was like an annoying big sister. “Not looking for one.”

“Come on, you’re young and hot ... all the things I used to be.”

I snorted, and she continued with a smile on her face, “I’m serious. You need to get out there. Find a man. Fall in love. Have some babies.”

“Nope. I’m fine. Being single suits me.”

“Well, at least hook-up with some randos, you know, and really enjoy your youth.”

“You only slept with Tom and Carter,” I said holding back laughter.

“I know. And Carter has even more moves than he did in college. Like seriously, sometimes the sex is so good it makes my head hurt.”

I couldn’t hold back my laughter even though I knew I was probably blushing. I never knew what Dana was going to say next. She then frowned and said, “And let’s be honest, Tom wasn’t exactly lightning in bed.”

“What? Are you kidding me? He was like lightning...” I paused for dramatic effect, “…he came quickly.”

She let out a bark of laughter and said, “And then snored like thunder minutes later.”

We collapsed in laughter while squealing, “Lightning and thunder,” like a couple of teenagers.

When we were ready to behave like adults again, Dana got up and called in that favor then we sat around and started watching a movie. Carter had gone to some sort of conference, and the kids were staying overnight at Carter’s mom’s house, so it was officially a girls’ night for us.

We were in the middle of a romantic comedy that included a bride running away from the altar whose acting skills Dana happily criticized.

“There’s something about her face I just don’t like,” Dana said with a serious look on her face. “You know what I mean?”

I shrugged. “I think she’s pretty.”

“You say that about everyone.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You’re all sugar and spice and everything nice.”

“Hey, you’re nice too.”

She shot me a pointed look, and I mumbled, “Well, mostly nice.”

I continued, “What did your friend say?”