Chubby & Charming E-Book

Mary E. Thompson

• Herausgeber: BluEyed Press
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

Life was good. I didn’t need anything. Especially not a sexy, funny, sweet stranger who wanted to go on a date.

My friends told me to give him a chance, but I knew he’d take one look at my curvy body and come up with a reason not to go out again. So, I gave him an out.

He didn’t take it.

The man was relentless. He liked my curves, and he wanted more than just phone calls. He wanted me.

How could I say no to that?

Leseprobe

CHUBBY & CHARMING

A SMALL TOWN CURVY GIRL ROMANCE

BIG & BEAUTIFUL

BOOK ONE

MARY E THOMPSON

Chubby & Charming

Big & Beautiful, book one

Copyright © 2015 Mary E Thompson

Cover Copyright © 2019 Mary E Thompson

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Published by BluEyed Press, All Rights Reserved

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, businesses, locations, and events are either products of the author’s creative imagination or are used in a fictitious sense. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-944090-01-2

Print ISBN: 978-1-944090-08-1

Audiobook ISBN: 978-1-953879-99-8

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BIG & BEAUTIFUL

Women (and men) have always come in all shapes and sizes. Being plus size or big-boned or fat is a bad thing for some people. For the women in this series, it’s just a fact of life. A fact that brings them together and fuels their friendships. But for the men, the curves on their women only make them proud to be with women who love life, and everything it offers. Because life is better with cupcakes.

BIG & BEAUTIFUL

Chubby & Charming

Lush & Lovely

Shapely & Stunning

Bulky & Beauteous

Fat & Fine

Plump & Pretty

Husky & Hot

Fluffy & Fabulous

Puffy & Precious

Round & Ravishing

Curvaceous & Captivating

Stocky & Sumptuous

Amply & Alluring

Big & Beautiful Ever After (newsletter exclusive)

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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

Chapter 23

Epilogue

About the Author

To my hubby, Alex. My book boyfriend in real life.

CHAPTER1

I used to like my life. I thought I had it all. Or at least all I expected as a fat woman. I had a great set of friends, a job I enjoyed, and my own place. I was on my way to buying a new car and I was happy.

And then I met him.

Xander Carlson.

The man who turned my life upside down.

I know, you think I’m being foolish. Everyone wants a man in their life, right? Women all really just want someone to take care of them? Well, not me. I wanted to do it myself. I was a strong woman who could take care of herself. I never pictured my life with a man.

Maybe because I never thought anyone would want me.

Okay, not maybe. Definitely.

I grew up fat. Pictures from when I was little reminded me of that whenever I visited my parents, and their display of family photos throughout the ages. My brother loved to remind me of it, too. In one particular picture of me at three years old, I was wearing a yellow bathing suit and laying in one of those plastic pools. My brother said I looked like a beached whale.

Yeah, he’s an asshole.

He’s also right. I hate to admit it, but my weight seemed to be genetic and uncontrollable. It became something I just accepted because if I’d always been fat then I always would be fat. Eh, no big deal.

Like I said, I was happy. It didn’t matter to me that I never had men chasing me. I saw my friends go through problems with men and took comfort in knowing I never had to deal with all that.

Not to say I didn’t have boyfriends or date. I did, but it usually was something short lived. One of us realized we weren’t right for each other. Eventually I decided dating was more trouble than it was worth. Whenever I went out with someone, I made sure it was a purely physical thing, or just a friends thing.

But I didn’t need men as friends. I had three awesome female friends that kept my life fun.

Claire was my closest friend. She and I went to high school together in Winterville, New York. Claire was thin in high school but started gaining weight after her high school boyfriend raped her. Claire never really got over it.

How could you?

I was there for Claire, but watching her go through something so horrible and then hide behind her weight was tough. Especially when I knew how skinny Claire could be. Sometimes I thought she wasted her body because if I could have been skinny I would have. But then I remembered that fat was fun and I ate another cupcake.

Claire and I met Sam and Addi in college. We all went to Erie University, also in Winterville. As cold as the town was, it was home and I could never bring myself to leave.

Sam and Addi are also overweight. The four of us lived near each other in the dorm our freshman year and hit it off. We were among the only ones not running out to frat parties and bars every night. We would sit around the dorm and watch chick flicks and bake brownies.

There’s a reason we became close friends.

But this story isn’t about them. It’s about him. About the man who ruined my life. The man who took away all my happiness.

I worked at Western New York Health, a local branch of one of the big insurance companies. In customer service, where I worked, we handled questions from customers about their claims. If there was a problem, we would talk it through with them and then contact the doctor’s office to request a new form detailing the services rendered.

It sounds boring, I know. Really, I liked it. I’ve always been good with people and liked to talk. Being on the phone hid my appearance so I wasn’t judged by my size. I could be a phone sex operator by night or a model, but no one would ever really know.

The anonymity let me be the real me on the phone. I could joke with the customers who needed a laugh, I could console the ones who were upset, or I could flirt with the ones who sounded hot.

Xander Carlson fit into that last category. Squarely.

It was a Monday when he called me the first time. Spring was just starting to make an appearance in our Western New York town. Outside the window near my cubicle I could see the trees finally starting to thaw. Inside, my cube was part of the standard cube farm with blue-grey walls that were about waist high when you stood up. Everything was dull and drab and felt like a rainy day, even when the sun was out. The boring interior made the outdoors seem that much nicer, especially on days like that one.

It was the first day we’d broke 50 since the previous October. Even though I wasn’t foolish enough to pack up my winter clothes (our town wasn’t called Winterville for nothing) I was excited to see the first signs of spring.

I was off my game because of the weather.

That’s my story.

The phone rang and I was lost in a daydream about warmer weather, maybe even a vacation with my best friends. We’d all been talking about going on a cruise for years together, but we’d never done it. When the phone rang I barely knew what I was doing when I picked it up and said, “Western New York Health, Mandy speaking. How can I help you today?”

The brief pause on the other end of the line set me on edge to start with. When he started talking I was sunk. His voice was rich and deep, smooth. He sounded like a wet dream come to life. He should have been the one working on the phone with a voice like his, but I just knew he had the body to match. A body that would have been put to better use in front of a TV camera where you could see and hear him.

“Hi Mandy. I’m Xander Carlson. I guess I need some help.”

I took a deep breath. They all needed help. Otherwise they wouldn’t be calling. But I understood not really knowing where to start.

Plus, he used my name. Most people called and didn’t address me at all. But he said my name. And I wanted to hear him say it again. And again.

“Okay Mr. Carlson, let’s see if I can help you. First, my direct extension is 8657. If you get disconnected for any reason, call back and enter my extension when it gives you the option. Otherwise you’ll have to go back through everything to get to a person. Second, I need your claim number so I can look it up.”

I heard papers shuffling through the phone as he presumably looked for his claim number.

“You have a beautiful voice,” he said, nearly making me lose my train of thought. “Okay, here it is. My claim number is 273MX85G5739.”

I typed in the code as he read it to me, struggling to focus on my job and not his compliment, and waited while my computer pulled up the claim. It was for a claim that was two months old and for an Alexander Steven Carlson. I quickly scanned the details, wondering what horrifying thing the man with the sexy voice could have gotten taken care of.

It turned out to be a pretty standard claim including a general check up and blood work. There were a few notes that said he had a payment due and was challenging it, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

Thank God he wasn’t hiding some horrible disease.

“Can you tell me your full name please?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry. It’s Alexander Steven Carlson. I forget about that sometimes.”

“It’s no problem. Lots of people go by nicknames. Okay, so I see the claim has been paid and you owe the balance. It also looks like you’ve been challenging this one for a week. What can I help you with today?”

He blew out a breath, not sounding irritated, but instead sounding worn out. He’d been through this before and he didn’t feel like explaining it again. That was a familiar noise in my job.

“When I first got the EOB I called my doc. He thought he coded it wrong when he submitted the claim and for some reason it isn’t getting set as an annual exam. The doc was supposed to resubmit the exam details and I would get another EOB in the mail. I got a new one today, with Friday’s date, showing all the same information. Nothing has been updated.”

I keyed in a few things to see if I could find the problem. Usually when something like that happened it was just pushed through without waiting for the doctor’s billing. It sounded like his Explanation of Benefits just got resent, not redone.

While I looked through the details that were in the file about this claim he started talking again. “I’m sorry to be dragging you into this. You’re much nicer than the last woman I spoke to. And I’m thrilled to be talking to an American. Maybe I shouldn’t say that, but it’s so hard to talk to people who don’t speak the same language.”

I laughed to myself at his honesty. “Well, everyone at Western New York Health is American. We’re local, in Winterville about ten minutes southeast of Buffalo.”

“Really? I live in Winterville. Maybe one day I’ll get to see the beautiful face that goes with your beautiful voice.”

I froze. He couldn’t be talking to me. Oh, wait, that’s right, he had no idea what I looked like. He was just flirting.

“Yes, well, I’m sure you’ve got your share of stunning women lining up for a date with you. As for your claim, I apologize for what you’ve been through. Your claim hasn’t been reprocessed yet, but I can take care of that so you don’t have to worry about the payment.”

Xander huffed into the phone, sounding relieved.

“It really isn’t that big of a deal to me. The money isn’t that much, but it’s more the principle of the thing. I only go to the doctor when I need to. No offense but I hate dealing with all this crap. I feel like I only ever talk to people who really don’t give a shit about me.”

I stifled a laugh when I noticed that his previous call was taken by Melody, my nemesis at work. She was definitely one of those people who didn’t give a shit about the job, or the people. I tried not to be that way. I was smart enough to know one of the biggest reasons for people to lose everything was medical issues. I didn’t want to have any of our customers end up bankrupt if there was something I could do to help.

“Hopefully I don’t give you that impression, Mr. Carlson. I assure you I will do whatever I can to take care of this for you. I think I can see the problem here though. The dates on the doctor’s billing show that you were there on February 23. Your annual exam last year was on February 25 so we won’t cover an annual exam until after a year is up. Here’s the thing though, I’m looking at a calendar and February 23 was a Saturday. Did you go to the doctor on that day or was it a different day?”

“What? No. My doctor isn’t even open on Saturdays. I was there on a Thursday.”

I flipped back through the images on my screen and zoomed in to see the billing. The date looked like a 23 but it easily could have been 28.

“Mr. Carlson, it looks like your claim should have been for the 28th instead. I don’t have the authority to make that change in our system. If I can put you on hold for a few minutes, I will talk to my supervisor and see if we can get it updated for you.”

“Please, call me Xander. Mandy, you’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much. And yes, I’ll wait.”

I hit the hold button and called over Diana, my boss. “It looks like his date of service was entered incorrectly. He is on the phone and said he was there on a Thursday. The date of service puts him there on a Saturday which should have been flagged, especially after his first call. I think we can resubmit the claim with the correct date of service on here and get this taken care of.”

Diana looked over the forms on my computer and nodded. “You’re right. Good catch, Mandy.”

Diana walked away and I sent the files to her for approval. I saw her sit back down at her desk, a few cubicles away. I waited until she gave me the thumbs up to say she’d corrected everything then clicked back onto the phone.

“Mr. Carlson-“

“Xander,” his smooth voice hummed in my ear, “please.”

“Sorry, Xander. It looks like we’ve got it all taken care of. My boss has already approved the change to the dates and your claim will be reprocessed. You should get a new EOB within a few days showing the updated charges. Your doctor will get a new one also. If he’s billing you for this, you can call him and tell him things are being taken care of on our end. Is there anything else I can do for you today?”

Xander chuckled softly, a soft rumble that was like a full body tremor. I felt it all the way through me, lighting me up. “I just can’t believe I got this resolved and I got to talk to a beautiful woman on the phone. I almost wish you couldn’t fix it so I’d have an excuse to call you again.”

I blushed. I actually fucking blushed. A man had never made me blush. I felt beautiful, like he meant it. But of course I knew it was just an illusion. He had no idea what I looked like. If he did, he wouldn’t have given me a second thought. I knew that.

“Well, unfortunately for you Xander, I’m very good at my job and I take customer satisfaction very seriously.”

“I can tell you satisfy everyone you talk to.”

What? Did he really just say that? Holy shit, he was totally hitting on me. I was stunned. And he wasn’t just hitting on me, he was intimating that I’m good in bed. Whoa! I was baffled. Men never hit on me, on the phone or in person. If only I could believe he meant it.

Xander chuckled at my silence, waking up parts long dormant. I shifted in my seat, my panties getting wet as I imagined the ways I’d like to satisfy a man like him.

“I’m sorry, that was out of line. I just wasn’t expecting to find someone like you on the other end of the line.”

“Uh, thank you, Mr. Carl- I mean Xander. It was a pleasure talking to you today. I’m glad I was able to help you with your problem. If you ever need anything else, please don’t hesitate to get back in touch with us.”

“Thank you. I hope I have lots more problems. Goodbye Mandy.”

I said goodbye with a grin. I couldn’t stop smiling. It was silly. He was attracted to my voice, not to me. He was grateful I helped him, not actually hitting on me. I would be a fool to read more into it than was really there.

But for some reason I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

CHAPTER2

The next night I was still thinking about Xander. I spent my whole day hoping he would call me again, but he never did. I knew it was foolish, but I couldn’t stop myself from wishing things were a little different. Wishing I were the confident woman I dreamed of being.

Maybe I would look him up and call him.

No, I wouldn’t do that. I could get fired for going through client files. And I didn’t need a man. I never had before, I sure wouldn’t start now.

Xander Carlson was just a blip on my radar. A momentary setback. I wasn’t going to worry about him, especially not when I had girls’ night.

Every Tuesday night, Claire, Sam, Addi, and I met up at Cooler Coffee for girls’ night. It was our chance to talk and have fun, all four of us. Most weekends I saw at least one of them, but during the week we were all busy with work. Tuesday nights we just relaxed.

For some reason I always seemed to be the last one there. Claire worked at the airport for TSA so her schedule was pretty set. Addi was a chemistry teacher and was always early for coffee dates. Sam was a brilliant photographer with gigs all over town so there was no telling what time she’d arrive. But she was always there before me.

Cooler Coffee felt a little like being at home. The sitting area ran along the front window with tables overlooking the street. It was in a part of town that catered to people walking around. The parking was horrendous, but the food and laid back atmosphere were worth it. Sam, Addi, and Claire were already at a table in the far corner.

When I went through the door the familiar smell of coffee tickled my nose. I stepped up to the counter, eyeing the treats in the display case as the person in front of me ordered. I’d always loved the smell of coffee and had been addicted to it for years. I never really liked the stuff though and finally gave it up a few years earlier. On girls’ night I always ordered a hot chocolate.

And cupcakes. We had to have cupcakes.

I took my hot chocolate and twin cupcakes to the table where the others were waiting for me. I smiled and answered a chorus of hello’s and dropped into my seat, the weight of my day sinking over the edge of my chair with my ass.

I already felt better being surrounded by my friends. Claire was on my right with Addi across from me and Sam next to her. I could finally forget about my day, and Xander Carlson.

“Who stole your candy?” Claire asked, her liquid emerald eyes pinning me to my seat. She’d known me long enough to be able to read my moods, something I hated at the moment. I didn’t want to talk about it.

“Nothing. I mean, no one. I just had a hard day.”

“Is Melody giving you shit again? I wish you could get her in trouble and not have to deal with her again.”

I smirked. Claire knew my innermost thoughts. “In fact, she did get in trouble yesterday. I fixed something she should have caught and has been trying to make my life that much worse since. It’s good that Diana knows how hard I work though. She won’t let anything happen to me.”

Claire rolled her eyes. Melody had been trying to make my life a living hell since I started working there five years earlier. Just out of college I didn’t have any real skills, but I had a degree and did well in my interview. Melody had been there three years before I started and she hated me from the start.

Diana wasn’t our boss at first, we worked for a man named Oscar. Oscar was into Melody. I think something was going on between them and he was helping to hide her mistakes. When Oscar got promoted, Melody was sure he would take her with him, but he didn’t. She was stuck at the same job while he moved on. Diana had been one of our customer service teammates before Oscar moved up. I always got along with Diana, not that we were close, but we didn’t have any issues. She knew I worked hard and wanted to do well. Melody was the opposite.

“So what did you fix?” Addi asked. She tossed her poker straight milk chocolate hair behind her back. She had one of those trendy cuts with layers just past her shoulders that I always wished I could wear. My wavy red hair was cut similar but never looked as good as Addi’s.

As a teacher, Addi was always curious how people solved problems. She taught high school chemistry, God help her, and had tough students. Most of them were good, according to Addi, but a few didn’t like to listen to her. She was forever looking for new tools to use to resolve issues. We often traded stories.

It’s amazing how similar high school students were to adults. Both were pains in the ass.

“A guy called up and said his claim wasn’t being paid. I looked into it and the date on the claim was wrong. It’s something Melody should have noticed. I showed Diana and she approved the change to the claim while I was talking to Xander. It was taken care of in about ten minutes.”

They exchanged a look. All three of them. A look that I knew meant they picked up on something. What did I say? I had no idea. But something got their attention.

“Xander? And who is Xander?” Sam chimed in. I saw the smirk in her peaked eyebrow and teasing brown eyes, shadowed behind her red framed glasses.

“Shit,” I said. How could I have been so stupid? I said his name. One fucking word and they were latched on to me like cupcakes on my ass.

Heat crept up my neck and onto my cheeks. I wanted to blame a hot flash, but the nice weather of the day before had turned cold again. It was in the 30’s outside and there was no way they’d believe I was just overheated.

“Are you blushing? What did he say to you?” Claire asked.

I struggled to figure out how to get out of it. I knew it was stupid, thinking about him after one phone call. Yeah, he flirted with me more than any man ever. In my life. But that didn’t mean anything. We didn’t know each other and I knew if we ever met he would run screaming in the other direction.

“It’s nothing. He just said I had a nice voice and wished he could call me again.”

They exchanged another look, this time with raised eyebrows. They were all thinking the same thing…

“Did he call you back?”

The question. The one I didn’t want to answer because it would be admitting that, again, nothing happened. It seemed like forever, since middle school when boys entered my radar, that any time I thought something might be possible, nothing happened. I wasn’t the sort of person that got dates. Guys didn’t ask me out. If they did, they were either also fat or desperate.

I wasn’t shallow, at least I didn’t think I was. But I didn’t always find fat guys attractive. I guess that made me a hypocrite instead of shallow. I got pissed that hot guys didn’t want me but thought it was okay that I didn’t want fat guys.

Okay, so I was shallow and a hypocrite.

I shook my head and took a sip of my hot chocolate. I knew if I said the word ‘no’ they would hear the emotion in my voice and leap all over it. Too bad not speaking was just as much of a trigger.

“You wanted him to, didn’t you?” Claire asked softly.

“Fine, yes. I liked having him flirt with me. It was exciting and empowering. I know it’s stupid, but it felt good for a few minutes to have someone tell me I was beautiful and he wanted to talk to me again. I’d be a fool to think anything would come of it though.”

“You never know,” Addi added. “Crazy things happen all the time. I dream about finding someone who is a decent guy. A hot, sexy guy who comes home to me every night. Passionate sex. Lots of love, too. A few kids. The white picket fence. Maybe even a few cats.”

“Cats are overrated. You should get a dog,” Sam teased. It was an ever-present debate between us. Claire and Sam loved dogs, but Addi and I were cat fans. We argued that dogs are like men, well like men with hot women. They were always happy to see you and hump your leg. Cats were like women, full of attitude and stubborn as hell.

I always wondered if it meant Addi and I tended toward playing for the other team, but I’d never found a woman attractive, and I didn’t think Addi had either. We just liked a quiet home and a pet we didn’t have to be dedicated to.

Of course that also probably meant we weren’t ready for kids.

No, I could answer that one… I was definitely not ready for kids.

You had to have a partner for that. Or at least it was preferred. I wasn’t prepared to be a single mom.

I laughed along with my friends as they debated the good and bad points of having dogs vs. cats, chiming in as necessary to back up Addi.

“Sam, have you photographed anyone interesting lately?” I asked when the animal chat subsided.

Sam rolled her eyes. Her whole body shook like she was trying to eliminate a bad memory. “I had a bride from hell this weekend. She was every bit as horrible as I thought she would be, but she’s done. I meet with her tomorrow to review all the photographs.”

“She didn’t go on a honeymoon?” Addi asked.

Sam shook her head, her long chestnut hair falling over her shoulders, and sipped her black coffee. I don’t know how she handled that, but she said it was something she’d gotten used to. Coffee was usually a standard at photo shoots and taking time to doctor it up, or having someone else do it for you, was not possible with Sam’s schedule. She got used to drinking it black because it was never right any other way.

“Supposedly they’re waiting for the summer when the weather is a little better and then headed to California to tour the vineyards in Napa and Sonoma Valleys. I would have just waited until then to get married.”

“Me too,” Claire said. “I can’t imagine not going on a honeymoon. Even if it’s just a few days away because money is tight, I would insist we go on a honeymoon. You know, if I ever got married.”

“I agree,” Addi said. “With school I would have to wait until classes were out of session, but I would wait to get married over summer break. Plus, the summer around here is the prettiest time of year anyway.”

“Blah,” I added. “I hate summer. Maybe because I sweat so much. I would want to get married in the fall or spring when it’s still nice outside but not so hot that I melt into a pool of goo.”

“Ugh, I wish I had that choice,” Addi replied. “That’s one of the bad things about being a teacher. My time off is limited. I could always get married over spring break or even winter break, but no one wants to be in Winterville in the winter. Hell, the spring is bad enough. Did you guys hear it might snow this weekend?”

We all groaned together, frustrated with the weather. A part of me secretly loved it, but after almost six months of winter, even I was getting a little tired of it. Everyone was.

“So, Mandy, did you look at Xander on Facebook or Twitter? Is he hot?”

I rolled my eyes. The conversation about Xander had passed, but dammit Sam brought him back up. Hell yes, I’d looked him up online. About 3.5 seconds after we hung up the phone. But I sure as hell didn’t want to admit that. Even to my best friends.

“No,” I tried. I knew they’d see through me, but I had to try.

“Oh, you so did. Is he hot?”

“What’s his last name?”

“Carlson,” I answered without thinking. Sam had her phone out and was searching before I knew it.

“No!” I called, diving for her phone. She held it out of my reach while Facebook pulled up Xander’s profile.

Yesterday I was thrilled that he had a public profile and I could browse through all his pictures and updates. Xander was even hotter than I’d imagined. He looked like a model. Unfortunately there weren’t any pictures of him shirtless, but I could tell he was built. His t-shirts stretched across his muscles like a second skin, just enough to tease my eyes but not leaving much to my imagination. His smile was bright and beautiful, and when I zoomed in close, I could almost imagine it was just for me.

Not that I did that.

Much.

But as I watched my friends huddle around Sam’s phone doing the same thing I did yesterday frustrated me. I wanted to keep him to myself, like a secret crush. I couldn’t have them looking at him, seeing the truth.

No doubt they would see the same thing I did… a man way out of my league.

“He’s totally hot, Mandy. And he was flirting with you?”

The disbelief in Addi’s voice both pissed me off and hurt me. I wanted to believe maybe someone like me could actually get a guy like him, but Addi didn’t believe it so I had no reason to.

“Yeah, I know, he’s out of my league. It’s not like I had any hope of anything happening. He has no idea what I look like. I’ll likely never hear from him again so it doesn’t make a difference.”

Claire heard the hurt in my voice and tried to do damage control. Sam and Addi traded looks of shock and uncertainty. “You never know, Mandy. He might not be like all the other hot jerks out there. Some guys are decent.”

“He doesn’t know me, Claire. I’d love to think a guy could love me, but I’m happy with my life. I don’t need a guy.”

They all looked at me like I was full of shit. I knew I was too, but I wasn’t going to admit it. Xander had stirred something in me, something that made me want to believe I could have more in my life than great friends and a good job. Something more than a lonely life with no one to come home to.

All that with one phone call. I could only imagine what he would do if I ever met him.

And discovered he wasn’t an asshole.