Eric swallowed hard and asked almost warily, “Are you sure you’re not Mitch’s daughter?”
She smiled. “I’m sure. I’ve spent quite a bit of time in hospital rooms the last three years. Being a nosy journalist, I couldn’t help taking a look at charts.” Eric raised an eyebrow. “I have AB blood. My mother had A and my father had B. Mitch had O. I couldn’t have type AB if there was an O in the mix.” Marissa sighed. “I knew anyway. My parents had a true love story—the kind of thing Jean wanted with Mitch. It wasn’t possible for them, Jean being Jean. Maybe Mitch wasn’t capable of constancy, either. My parents were, though. They had the kind of love I want to have someday.”
“Maybe you already have it.” Before she could say a word, Eric glanced at his watch and boomed, “Enough of this depressing talk. It’s three minutes until midnight!”
Marissa jumped up, ran into the kitchen, and took the champagne out of the refrigerator. She put it on a tray with a corkscrew, two champagne flutes, and a piece of beef jerky for Lindsay. When she rushed back in, Lindsay and Eric sat close together, both looking absurd in their party hats, both avidly watching television.
Marissa set the tray in front of Eric and he went to work on the champagne bottle as people on the television counted down. The champagne bubbled over when Eric pulled out the cork. He quickly poured two glasses and Marissa tossed the beef jerky on the floor, where Lindsay immediately went after it. Then Eric handed Marissa a glass.
“Four, three, two, one, Happy New Year!” the people on television shouted as the ball dropped in Times Square.
“Happy New Year,” Marissa and Eric said together, looking into each other’s eyes as they each took a sip of champagne.
“To sad endings and happy beginnings,” Eric said.
“You’ll jinx us talking like that.”
He grinned. “I don’t believe in jinxes. I believe in skinny little crooked-toothed girls who grow up to be strong, beautiful, magnificent women.” Lindsay barked loudly. “Even the best dog in the world agrees with me, so I can’t be wrong!”
“I was right. You really are a goof.” Marissa laughed lovingly and pulled him to her for a very long New Year’s kiss.
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue