Private Confessions. Lori BorrillЧитать онлайн книгу.
give you jewelry for Valentine’s Day?”
Trisha tried to remember getting anything on Valentine’s Day, but none of her relationships seemed to make it to that level. Somehow, before things got serious, she’d always found some sort of deal breaker in a man that nixed their future together—a thought that left her wondering about the choices she’d made in the past.
She considered the question. “No jewelry, but Hal had taken me for a motorcycle ride up the coast. That was kind of sweet. He’d told me to bring my camera and we’d stop and shoot some landscapes along the way.”
Trisha had a passion for nature photography, and she’d remembered thinking how sweet it was that Hal had considered her hobby when planning their day.
“Although,” she recalled, “it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped.”
“God, I remember that.” Cheryl chuckled. “You ended up in some dingy bar, didn’t you?”
“The place was a dive. I spent the whole time worrying my camera would get stolen.”
“What were you doing with that guy?” Cheryl asked. “He was so not you.”
Trisha took a sip of her wine. “I fell for his body and forgot there was a personality inside.”
“He was hot,” Cheryl agreed. “Tell me, is it true what they say about the size of a man’s hands? That guy had some big hands.”
“I’m not hearing this,” their father proclaimed.
Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Come on, Dad, we’re grown women. How do you think you ended up with two grandchildren?”
Phillip gasped and jokingly turned to his wife. “You told me that was divine intervention!”
“It was, honey.” Monica winked. “Cheryl’s just pulling your leg.”
“Can we get back to gift ideas?” Mark asked, that baby-brother whine still evident in his voice at the age of twenty-five.
“I told you,” Cheryl said. “Women are easy. Buy her a necklace. Grace will love it. Men are the hard ones to buy for. I never know what to get Steve.” She looked at their father. “Dad, what was the best Valentine’s present Mom ever gave you?”
“That’s easy. I got a lovely handmade card telling me we were going to have a baby. And eight months later, you were born.”
“Seven,” Monica said. “Remember? All my babies were early.”
Phillip chuckled. “You almost delivered Trisha in the middle of a business meeting. I remember the nurses saying you were the best-dressed screaming woman they’d ever seen.”
Monica groaned. “That was awful. My water broke right in the middle of a roomful of bankers.”
“If you ask me,” Mark chimed in, “I think Trisha just wanted to join the meeting.”
“I’m so sure,” Trisha scoffed.
“Get real. You were born in a business suit and your career is your red-hot lover. You’ve always been that way.”
Had she? Admittedly, she’d always aspired to be like her mother, showing up at dance recitals in those sharp business suits and her hair twisted in a perfect French roll. Trisha had been so proud to show her off, and at a very young age, had aspired to be just like her.
But was that the path she was on? Looking around the room, she realized she was the only one in the family who hadn’t found a serious relationship. Even her little brother had stumbled across that someone special, while Trisha had put her career before everything.
Is that what she really wanted?
Watching her parents together, the answer was a resounding no. Their careers were only a part of their lives, not the sum of it, and Trisha wondered if she’d been too focused on first things first. Admittedly, a woman didn’t make vice president at her age without making her job a priority. But that wasn’t what she’d wanted and the whole issue had her rethinking her priorities.
Her mother hadn’t become an executive until all the children were grown. For most of their lives, she’d just been a branch manager, a job that required little travel and half the responsibility she shouldered now. And as if to make it worse, Trisha had chosen advertising, a career with sharp deadlines and plenty of extra hours. Maybe the VP prospect wasn’t the greatest idea. Not only would it up the ante on the pressures at work, but the Tyndale account would have her on the road for weeks on end.
No wonder Logan had been so concerned about her home life. Maybe he’d seen what she hadn’t—that she’d set aside everything for a fast path to the top, and the thought that it concerned him left an ache in her heart. It was just another reason she needed a man like him, someone who could cut through the fog and remind her that life was about more than work and business.
And if she wanted that life, maybe she would need to set the VP job aside and look for work at another agency. Staying focused on what she wanted was hard enough without pining over a man she couldn’t have. Between her tendency to put her career first and this unending lust for her boss, she was blending a cocktail of misery that she might later regret.
“Mark, don’t be so hard on your sister,” their mother said.
“No, Mom,” Trisha replied. “I think that’s exactly what I needed to hear.”
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