“You got Jake fired.” Kara’s words shot through my phone like bullets.
“No!” I dashed to Mom’s kitchen candy drawer; this news required chocolate. “How?”
“The cart thing,” Kara said. “It’s all on security tape. You’re spinning a shopping cart while your daughter does a handstand on it--and Jake’s there, watching. Total litigation nightmare for a grocery store.”
I slumped to the floor and tore into my Snickers. “This blows any chance with him.”
“You guys’ve been stuck on platonic forever. Move on, Lucy.”
“We shared some hand-on-knee action last week.”
She snorted. “I stand corrected. Listen, I’ve got class. Later.” She hung up.
I groaned. We’re supposed to be together! She’d never understand why.
Chelsea crawled onto my lap. “What’s wrong, Mama?”
I frowned, and shifted under her squirming body. “We can’t play on the cart anymore.”
Chelsea’s lip wobbled. “But I love it!”
My non-existent mothering gene left me silent while she whimpered. Luckily, my phone rang.
“Lucy Parker?” a man asked.
My heart thundered. Jake’s boss?
“Y-yes?” I grabbed another Snickers.
“It’s Grant Andrews from "Talent 2.0." Great news about your video.”
I sighed. “I don’t need any videos.” My pilates DVD’s were still shrink wrapped.
He laughed. “I’m not selling anything. You’re a finalist in our online contest. The shopping cart acrobatics thing with the little girl? That’s your video, right?”
Chocolate lodged in my throat. “I didn’t enter that in any contest.”
“Someone did. You could win a million bucks on our cross-country tour.”