Time Changes Everything
Melinda Dozier
Time Changes Everything
Copyright © 2013, Melinda Dozier
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Edited by Eden Plantz
Cover Art by Ashley Christman
Book design by Ashley Christman
Publisher’s Note:
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
First Entranced Publishing, LLC electronic publication: 2013
Entranced Publishing, LLC
Minneapolis, Minnesota, United States of America
www.entrancedpublishing.com
Dedication:
To my husband, Rafael, who without his encouragement I would have never finished this. Love you!
Acknowledgements:
Thank you to my two wonderful editors, who I learned so much, Eden Plantz and Ashley Christman. Thank you for giving me a chance. I owe a deep gratitude to my faithful critique partners – Brittney Rhondeau, Kimberly Sullivan, Linda Gillis, Rachelle Ayala, Jennifer Printy and Judester. Without this armful of women, I would’ve never made it this far. Finally, thank you to my three boys who endured too many pizza nights and Saturday mornings without my full attention. I love you Matt, Jona and Mikey!
Table of Contents
Back Cover Copy
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
About the Author
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Amanda Larson is dedicated to her job and doesn’t want to make time for anything else. Until she runs into Jake Edwards. He used to be the cute boy next door; now he’s a sexy, big shot lawyer.
Jake Edwards isn’t interested in commitment. He’s successful, sexy, and single–and that’s how he likes it. When he reconnects with Amanda, Jake realizes he might have to rethink his philosophy on the carefree, bachelor lifestyle.
But, is it too late for them? Or can he convince her that he’s ready to give her his heart?
Chapter One
AMANDA’S PRIORITIES FOR THE evening did not include a night of playing hide-and-touch-boy-toys with her friends. But over the years, her roommate’s birthday had become a ritual, so she couldn’t back out.
She took a deep breath and walked down the steps of the newest after-work hotspot, Manahatta’s Bar and Grill. The second she opened the door, music rushed to her ears. She moved through the tangle of bodies, passing the bar stacked with shot glasses and alcohol bottles, to the back of the restaurant where her friend waited. Chloe waved Amanda over while she tried to shimmy herself into the booth.
“How can you squeeze into a booth wearing a tight skirt like that?” Amanda placed her Donna Karan purse on the seat and slid in, at the same time admiring the new matching shoes--her early-morning splurge to celebrate her latest accomplishment.
Chloe plopped down with her legs straight out. “It’s my birthday. Gotta look good for the minions.”
Amanda eyed her roommate’s long blonde hair with its golden highlights sparkling under the light. “You look great. I love your new hair color. It’s a younger you.” She fluffed out her own light brown hair, letting the waves cascade around her shoulders. She could probably use some highlights, too. Too bad she didn’t have time.
Chloe’s leather skirt scraped against the booth’s vinyl. She pulled at her bra straps through her sweater and sat up straight. “I hate turning twenty-nine. One year closer to thirty. I’m getting so damn old. I need to find a youthful playmate tonight.” Chloe looked around the bar at her options.
Life was never boring around Chloe, her oldest friend from the city. Amanda smiled. It was good to get out. Without a doubt, it’d be fun to watch her chase after the young businessmen or fresh interns.
Chloe opened her compact mirror and applied lip-gloss. “I appreciate you showing up tonight. I was half expecting you to call and cancel.”
“I know I’ve been busy with work, but I wouldn’t miss your birthday.” Amanda pulled out her smartphone and checked her messages. She was expecting that new marketing expert to send numbers from the Michael Kors line – her favorite. Then there was Denalo. The fashion mogul who’d just altered her life.
With one phone call this morning, everything changed.
Chloe jerked her hand over Amanda’s and pushed the phone down. “Talk to your designer specialists later. Tonight is girls’ night.”
Amanda sighed, then smirked when Chloe waved at a tall, dark figure standing in the shadows. “You’re right. But, I will point out that you just said you wanted a plaything tonight. So, I don’t think it’ll be entirely a girls’ night.”
The waiter approached the table just as Veronica appeared at the door. Veronica’s dark hair hung loose tonight, down her back in sleek, auburn waves. Wispy bangs fell across her forehead, bringing out the blue of her eyes.
Amanda waved her over and Veronica proceeded to slink through the crowd, past the high tables and chairs. She wore a black turtleneck, slacks, and boots. Unlike Chloe’s carefree manner, Veronica held her purse close to her chest, as if she were afraid to touch anyone, keeping her eyes on their booth in the back.
“We’ll have three vodka martinis,” Amanda told the waiter. She closed the sticky menu. “And the bruschetta.”
Veronica kissed Chloe and Amanda on the cheeks and sat next to Chloe. “Happy birthday..”
“Thanks. Now I’ve got my two besties with me. Let the fun begin.”
“But not too much.” Veronica glared at Chloe. “The last time we did this, I carried you home. I’m not up for it tonight.”
“Who put an umbrella up your tutu? Have some fun,” Chloe said.
Amanda wiped her fingers on a napkin and laughed.
“So, what kind of fun are you two expecting?” Chloe scanned the place. “Jeff’s here tonight. He’s an eyeful.”
A tall, muscled waiter stood at the register that spit out tickets. His shoulders were a yard wide and he had a powerful profile that Amanda would normally find attractive. Except tonight. When he saw the ladies staring at him, his smile grew, his teeth strikingly white in his tanned face. Amanda looked away, uninterested. “No thanks.”
“That’s fine with me. One less female to compete with.” Chloe studied Amanda. “Why don’t you go out anymore?”
“Yeah,” Veronica rested her elbows on the table. “I heard Pete from acquisitions asked you out last week and you blew him off.”
Amanda squinted her eyes. “I’m not interested in dating. The last thing I need is another dominating male in my life.”
Jeff placed three martinis and a platter of bruschetta on the table. He leaned his body-builder forearms on the table and faced Amanda. “Nice to see you here tonight.”
She lowered her eyes and exhaled slowly out of her nose. Why does he stare at me like that? Sure, he’s not bad
looking, but Chloe is the one interested.
“Hi, Jeff.” Chloe batted her lashes. “You’re looking hot.”
Veronica choked on her drink. “It’s Chloe’s birthday. You’ll have to excuse her.”
“No problem. I’ll be back later to check on you.” He winked at Chloe, looked once more at Amanda, and strolled away.
Veronica laughed. “Chloe! What were you thinking?”
“A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”
Veronica’s cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red. “Really. You’re insufferable sometimes.”
“You know you love me.”
“Break it up you two.” Amanda leaned forward. “I have some news.”
“Oh my God. You met the man of your dreams and you’re eloping to Vegas.” Chloe slumped back in a mock swoon.
“Yeah, sure.” Amanda held her hands to her chest, barely able to contain her excitement. “Denalo hired me to head Front Operations of his Valentine show.”
The girls clapped and whistled.
Veronica sighed. “I’m so jealous. I’m only a lousy accountant.”
“Stop, Vero. I’m just lucky I travel so much. That’s how I met Denalo. In Paris.”
“Oh. Paris.” Chloe gritted her teeth.
“What do you mean, ‘Oh, Paris’?” Amanda asked. “This is a good thing.”
Chloe winced. “I can’t help but relate Paris to that creep, Dominic.”
Amanda puckered her lips. “Keep him out of this. That’s over. History. Finite. I really don’t want to talk about a boyfriend right now.” Dominic wasn’t the best boyfriend in the world--domineering jerk was more like it--but the breakup hurt. She had to keep her mind busy. Concentration was essential. Plus, Mr. Right was only a myth, so why waste her valuable time? Work sustained her and filled up her lonely hours.
Veronica reached over and hugged her. “Seriously, I’m really proud of you. You’ve dreamed of heading up a fashion show since you graduated.”
“He offered the apprenticeship starting today.”
“Starting today?” Chloe dropped her bruschetta.
Amanda shrugged. “Well, it’s no problem. Work is all I think about anyway.”
“Yeah, but you’re going to be too busy. We won’t even see you.” Chloe pouted.
Amanda’s chest expanded with warmth. “It’s already planned. Work during the day at Macy’s and my nights will be devoted to the show.” Even though she hadn’t found a decent man to share her life with, she had steadfast friends. Chloe always pushed Amanda to do what she dreamed, so she had to know this was important to her. Busy or not, she had to do this. “Don’t worry. We’re roommates. We’ll have to get together to pay the bills,” Amanda encouraged.
Chloe leaned forward. “Yeah, but, who’s going to come out with me and help me find the perfect man?”
“You know I never do that with you anyway. Plus, relationships always equal drama. No time. ” Amanda raised her hands and bellowed, “I feel free and alive.”
“There’s only so much pleasure you can get from work, if you know what I mean.” Chloe winked.
Amanda rolled her eyes. “Now I’ve no other commitments. I can concentrate on my dream job.”
Veronica raised her glass. “Cheers. To a new beginning and another birthday.”
****
Jake sat at the bar and stared out over the crowd. The atmosphere intrigued him. Since arriving in New York, he’d been to a different place every weekend, each one with something unique to offer. Happy hour in New York differed from home--no doubt about it--where the same people and the same places bored him. This fast-paced city, with its steady hum of nightlife, seduced him more than any other place he lived.
Ryan nudged Jake in the stomach. “Look at that red-head over there in the corner. She’s hot!”
Jake twisted in his seat to look. “Yeah, she’s good-looking, but not my type.”
“Who is your type?” Ryan asked.
Jake shrugged. He didn’t want to get into this conversation again.
“Better for me.” Ryan disappeared through the crowd toward the woman.
He wasn’t in the mood to find a woman tonight. After a long day at the office, he needed peace of mind from a tasty tall lager. Jake ordered another beer.
Ryan drifted back to the stool next to Jake. “She’s waiting for her fiancé.”
“And I thought she was perfect for you.” Jake chuckled.
The next minute, an emaciated woman in a black skirt and white silk blouse sat down on the stool next to Jake, tossed her long, black hair over her shoulder, and crossed her legs.
She smiled and he smiled back.
Ryan wiggled his eyebrows at Jake and leaned over him to speak to the lady. “Hello, beautiful.”
She flinched, then turned her head, looking in the opposite direction.
If that wasn’t a signal, Jake didn’t know what would be.
Ryan jabbed Jake in the shoulder and pushed him into the woman. Then he left Jake to fend for himself. “Sorry about that.”
She accepted her martini from the bartender and faced Jake. “No problem.” She sampled her drink.
Hell, with her firm eye contact and slow smile, he wasn’t about to send her away. He scooted closer. “Enjoying your evening?”
“I am now.” She bit the cherry that she held in her fingers.
When Ryan returned, the woman sashayed away, and Jake waved a little piece of paper in Ryan’s face. “I got her phone number. Are you happy now?”
Ryan shook his head. “I don’t know how you do it.”
“Take notes, my friend.” The fact was, he really didn’t care if he got the woman’s number or not. He loved the idol-worship look on Ryan’s face.
“Will you call her?”
Jake tore the paper in half and threw it to the side. “I’m not up for it tonight.” He bit into his cheese stick, while Ryan scanned the bar for someone willing.
“Ryan, I have a theory regarding women. If you have the right moves, three dates are all you need. Then you cut them off. Otherwise you fall into the category of a relationship, which means one thing--complications.”
Ryan smacked his empty shot glass on the table. “You’re messed up.”
“Well, commitment and I don’t mix.”
He faced that fact a long time ago. The truth was, he didn’t have to work hard at getting a woman. He enjoyed playing the field. He’d tried commitment once, but it bored him. And the one-sided, emotional-rollercoaster-ride aftermath was definitely not worth it. Why mess with a woman’s head when he only wanted to have fun?
The D.J. changed the upbeat music to a calmer number, and a group in the corner sang Happy Birthday. One of the waiters joined the table and a blonde girl danced around him.
Ryan blasted out a wolf-whistle. “There’s a winner at the corner booth. She’s gorgeous.”
Jake glanced in that direction. It was only a waiter.
“Oh man, I’m asking that brunette out.” Ryan straightened his tie.
Brunette? Jake glanced over again--a knot tightening in his shoulder from his morning run--to the far booth in the corner where the dancing blonde now talked with a brunette. Before he turned around, the brunette lifted her head.
Wait--could it be?
His breath caught. Unbelievable. He grinned, remembering how Amanda Larson--his Mandy--always talked about living in New York. And here she was, sitting in the same restaurant, talking with friends. He’d never mistake those intense green eyes.
“What are you grinning at?” Ryan looked at Jake then to Amanda. “Nuh-uh. You can’t have her. I saw her first.”
Jake moved his stool in. “What are we? In first grade?”
“Give me a chance.”
“See you later.” Jake picked up his beer and headed in Amanda’s direction.
With a wide grin, Jake sauntered over to the corner booth. His eyes never left Amanda. An adrenaline rush awakened his senses as he shoved past a throng of couples on t
he dance floor. His little Mandy--all grown up.
His mom had reminded him that she lived in the city, but he didn’t want to bother Mandy. They hadn’t spoken in years. In fact, the last time they hung out, he acted like a real dick. He cringed inwardly at the thought. But, the hell with it. They were adults now.
When he reached the table, her two friends quieted down like nuns, although from the way one of them dressed, he guessed they were not from the religious order. Amanda eyes narrowed.
Jake placed his hand on the side of the booth and said, “Good evening, ladies.”
She straightened and he stared into her familiar, green eyes. The world around him seemed to slow to a snail’s pace as he slipped into an almost-reverie. The look on her face made him smile even more, as her brow furrowed.
The blonde pointed between them and asked, “Do you two know each other?”
He nodded and smiled. “Hey, Mandy.”
“Jake!” Amanda climbed out of the booth and hugged him around the neck.
He folded his arms around her, and trapped her against him, while he held his beer bottle carefully so he wouldn’t spill on her. After letting go, they stared at one another for a moment -- a long moment. He observed her new look, starting with her glossy hair. His gaze lingered on her cleavage and the tantalizing glimpse of her breasts. The combination of the print skirt, pink sweater and tall boots made her stand out in the sea of black dresses.
Chloe cleared her throat. “Want to sit down?”
“Of course.” Jake escorted Amanda into the booth then squeezed his tall body next to her. He always had trouble fitting into booths, but he didn’t mind since he sat next to Mandy.
Amanda opened her mouth to talk, then closed it. She placed her fingers against her lips and shook her head in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”
“Well, I was searching for you, believe it or not. I heard you were in the city, and I needed to know if this tie went with my shirt. What do you think?”
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