Jenny Lopez Saves Christmas Read Online Free PDF

two of you head up to our house upstate and spend Christmas Day there? Then we’ll come up Friday and we’ll all be together for the weekend. Should be fun − skiing, snowshoeing, sitting on our asses eating food we wouldn’t touch the rest of the year.’
    â€˜That does sound nice,’ I said slowly, not wanting to commit. ‘I guess. Isn’t it kind of far?’
    â€˜We have cable and Wi-Fi and there’s a hot tub on the deck.’
    â€˜So we could drive up Wednesday afternoon?’ I asked.
    Eggnog in the hot tub,
A Charlie Brown Christmas
on the TV, Jenny spending Christmas off her ass in a bathing suit. Yes please.
    â€˜You sure could. I’ll bring the keys tomorrow and you guys can let yourselves in,’ she said, sounding so pleased with herself. ‘We have everything there − you only need to take food and whatever.’
    â€˜You have a hairdryer?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Straighteners?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Coffee machine?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Are you bringing your kids?’
    â€˜Yes.’
    â€˜Oh.’
    â€˜Jenny.’
    â€˜No, I mean, yay, kids.’ I gave a weak whoop. ‘I love your kids.’
    â€˜Yeah, well they love you too,’ Erin said. ‘But right now I have to go and collect the little demons from daycare. Let’s meet for breakfast and lock down this Bennett’s thing.’
    I made agreeable noises and then hung up to reread the brief properly. I did love kids, really I did, and I wanted my own little Lopezes so badly that the thought of spending another Christmas watching someone else’s toddlers running around made my heart sink a little. So many of my friends were anxious about becoming mothers, about what they might have to give up, but I couldn’t wait. Of course, I was the only girl in all of New York who couldn’t give it away, which only made it even harder to know that Jeff, the love of my life, the fire of my loins, had gone and made a mini-me with a real-life Barbie doll called Shannon.
    Even though every bone in my body told me not to, I opened up a browser on my Mac and typed his name into Facebook. There he was. His profile photo still an offhand, unposed picture from their wedding. I felt so sick. And knowing that it couldn’t possibly be morning sickness only made it worse.
    Blinking back tears, I closed the window and forced myself to read the brief properly. Luxe couture, classic with a twist, accessible but high end, seasonal refresh, you are barren and no man will ever love you, yada yada yada. I was pretty sure I might have been making some of that up, but all of it felt accurate enough.
    *
    Fifteen minutes later when I was deep into competitor research, aka online shopping on Barneys.com with my company credit card, my phone rang again.
    â€˜So popular today,’ I muttered, popping my earpiece back in and taking a sip of water. ‘Erin White PR, Jenny Lopez speaking.’
    â€˜I’m so glad I caught you,’ a deep, sandpapery voice said. ‘I have some very important career questions to ask.’
    It was the guy from Barneys.
    â€˜May I ask who’s speaking, please?’
    Obviously I couldn’t let him know I recognized his voice. That would be too easy.
    â€˜Of course,’ he replied, laughing easily. If he was annoyed at my being an asshole, he wasn’t showing it. ‘It’s Joe Davies. We met yesterday. You helped me pick out a wallet for my assistant?’
    â€˜Right,’ I said. ‘Did you have another important gifting emergency?’
    â€˜Actually, yes.’ His voice was low and yummy and made me feel like someone was running their hands through my hair while I ate chocolate truffles. ‘I wanted to get you something to show my appreciation, but I haven’t a clue where to start. I thought perhaps I could buy you dinner tonight and we could go from there?’
    First rule of dating.