Page 5 of Pieces of Perfect
With a sigh, she was about to go back into the kitchen to try again to accomplish something on her new cookbook when she received a text from Serenity.
Hey, you. How’s it been going?
Instead of texting back, Lorelei decided to call. She needed to hear her sister’s voice. She hadn’t told Reagan or Serenity that she’d made an appointment with a private investigator. Until this morning, she hadn’t been entirely sure she’d go through with it.
“What’s up?” Serenity said as soon as she answered.
Lorelei set her laptop aside and stretched out on the couch. “Not enough, actually. I need to create a recipe for my new cookbook, but I’m not feeling it tonight.”
“Why not? Is everything okay?”
She told Serenity what had happened earlier with Mark.
“He just won’t give up,” Serenity said.
“I wassocommitted for so long, I don’t think he believed he could ruin what he had. It comes as a shock that I’m not there to devote all my time and energy to him anymore.”
“He should’ve treated you better when he had you.”
“That would’ve saved us both a lot of grief. But it’s too late now.”
“Have you put up that profile on Match.com we’ve been talking about?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
She decided not to mention that she’d almost done it tonight. That would only make Serenity push harder. “I’ve been focused on other things. I had an appointment with a private investigator this morning.”
“You did? Someone local?”
“Yeah. A Leon Rutledge.”
“How’d you find him?”
“I’ve been looking around.”
“What’d he have to say?”
“He didn’t sound too optimistic about my chances of learning anything after so long, but he agreed to take the case.”
“So you hired him?”
“I did.”
“Wow. I’m glad. It’s an expensive endeavor, but I think it’s the right way to go.”
“Are you still thinking about going to see our sperm donor?” They’d discussed paying “Father Greenstone” a visit one day. Serenity planned to write their story for her next true crime book, so she definitely needed to meet him and learn what she could—if he’d allow it. But Lorelei wasn’t enthusiastic about the prospect of being in the same room with him.
“I am,” Serenity replied. “First I need to see if he’ll agree to meet with me. You should come, too—even if Reagan doesn’t want to.”
“You think he’ll know something about my situation?”
“Who can say? But he’s our only link to the past. It can’t hurt to talk to him.”
“Maybe I’ll have my new P.I. pay him a visit before he’s out prison.”
“What if Rutledge can’t get as much out of him as you could?”
