Page 24 of To Love or to Lose
It’s hard to think about because Genevieve doesn’t seem like the type of girl to long for love.
A lot of people have this idea that theyneedto fall in love in order to live a fulfilled life, but I think Genevieve is confident and secure with herself alone. She would never feel the need to find contentment in another person.
“From the looks of it, she’s perfectly content on her own.” I say.
“I guess only time will tell whether that’s true.” I turn to find Winnifred Carter standing behind me.
She makes her way toward Logan, standing behind him to see what he’s working on. “How’s it going?” She asks.
He shrugs, dropping his tool and turning around so he’s straddling his chair and facing her. “Not sure. How are you doing?”
I waver between whether I should block them out or eavesdrop. Yet, I can’t get what Winnifred said about Genevieve out of my head.
“Does she have a secret boyfriend or something?” I ask, wanting to palm myself in the face as soon as I say it.
They’ve already moved on from the topic of Genevieve, so when they hear me, they look confused.
“Who?” Winnifred asks, tilting her head.I swear, she looks like the sweet innocent girl in every animated Disney movie.
“Genevieve. You said that only time will tell whether or not she needs love.” The two of them are looking at me like I’ve completely lost my head.
“No, she doesn’t have any type of boyfriend,” Winnifred replies.
“Then…What did you mean by that?” Again, I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
She shrugs. “I meant exactly what I said.”
Logan looks at her with an adoring expression. “You know, if you really want to know whether Gen is longing for love, she’s right over there. Go ask her yourself,”he says.
“I don’t want to know that much; I was just curious,” I say.
“Is it just me or do you not sound as British as I would have expected?” Winnifred changes the subject.
“I grew up going back and forth between London, the Americas, and then Italy, so I guess I’ve developed an unconventional accent.”
“Where did you stay in America when you came?” Logan asks.
“New York mostly, sometimes California. I was usually with my dad while he was on business trips, so lots of big cities. ”
“Interesting,” Winnifred replies, glancing back toward her table. “Well, I need to get back to work on my Anna Pavlova.”
“A ballerina?” Logan asks, but I can tell he already knows.
“Yup.” She smiles. “Seriously, I have to go back, every time I look at Evie, she gives me these eyes like I’m conversing with the devil. No offense Jameson, really, I think you’re great.”
I grin at the compliment. “None taken.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you guys at the game tonight?”
Logan nods before she turns back and heads for her seat.
“So, you and Winnifred, huh?” I ask in a teasing tone as soon as she’s out of earshot.
“I’m afraid not,” he says, “She’s just a friend.”
I whistle slowly. “Doesn’t seem like it to me.”
“Well, that’s all it is. We don’t see each other like that.”
