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Days like this made her happy with her choice about working graveyard. She didn’t miss out on her son’s day-to-day life so long as she worked during his sleeping hours.

A late November bite in the air was what Jessie referred to as a sweater-without-a-coat day.

Jessie had learned early on that talking about her sitter was a good way of telling a prospective date that she was a mother without the awkward “Do you want to date a single mom” conversation.

What did that make Jessie? Here she was looking for love with a pocketbook, and the cougar-lady was looking for loving using her pocketbook.

surgery-stabilized woman.

a little thick around the middle.

calorically challenged,

This wasn’t a little black dress, this was the little black dress that every woman wanted but seldom had.

“Hazel eyes spark with a little color,” she told him. She displayed an emerald green off-the-shoulder dress with sequins down the neck.

“Not that one.” It reminded him of a Christmas tree without a star.

“Have some faith. Most people care for other people’s property better than their own. We’ll deal with individual issues as they come up.”

A part-time dad who didn’t care was worse than none at all.

Jack sometimes stopped by to crash when he wanted a break from the hotel. The Morrison was a five-star luxury hotel filled with champagne and caviar. Sometimes Jack just wanted pizza, beer, and a ball game on the tube with a friend.

Ontario International Airport took some of the burden off LAX and Burbank, but the land around those airports was built out, without any ability to grow. Ontario provided plenty of room for new hotels.

He would love to burn the image of every Heather he ever knew out of his mind once and for all. Plastic “What can you do for me baby” women who flirted with his wallet more than him.

“I’ll bet Mr. Cowboy mooches off one of his friends for the bill.”

“Oh, come on, he can’t be that bad.”

“He’s flirting with a waitress at Denny’s, Leanne. His ambitions can’t be all that high.”

why waste my time on someone dreaming of the future instead of living it? You know my mom isn’t the wisest woman in the bunch, but she told me once that it is just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is to fall in love with a poor one.

Jessie knew she wasn’t ugly, but she didn’t see all that much when she looked into the mirror. Her light brown hair sat twisted into a knot at the base of her neck; her dull hazel eyes had dark smudges beneath them indicating a lack of sleep, and it was hard to be fat when all her money went to bills and care for her son, Danny.

It hurts to smile when you’re gritting your teeth. Jack forced his jaw to unclench at her