Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Watson picked a restaurant with the perfect vibe-warm colors, soft golden lights spilling from elegant chandeliers, and a dreamy, comforting glow that made everything feel a little magical. Vintage oil paintings with bold colors brightened the quiet space, giving it an artsy, inviting touch.

Watson held Julia's hand, Allison held Lizzy's. The waiter led them to a window seat with a gorgeous view, city lights twinkling beyond the glass. In the center of their round table, a dainty bouquet gave off a light, calming fragrance.

The two girls slid in next to each other, already whispering and giggling. Watson and Allison took their seats; the table was just small enough that they ended up shoulder to shoulder. Gentle classical piano music floated through the air, wrapping them in a soft cocoon.

Watson ordered for the kids, then handed the menu over to Allison. As she looked up, her eyes suddenly locked with a pair of deep, unreadable ones across the

room.

She froze, her smile fading.

Joshua stood nearby, his gaze dark and intense. Next to him was a stunning woman-long wavy hair, curves in all the right places, impossible to miss. Even after all these years, Allison recognized her right away: Carolyn.

Allison remembered what Olivia had said-Carolyn was back in town, and this time, she was here for Joshua. Something twisted in Allison's chest, but she carefully looked away, keeping her face calm.

He shot Joshua a look, a teasing smile on his lips. "What

hardened, his voice

practiced smile. "Hi, I'm Carolyn. Joshua's..." Her eyes lingered on Allison for a second before

calm, but inside, her heart

She called him "Joshua."

gaze, hiding the quick flicker of

We met

the slightest curve to her lips. "I remember. It's been a long time. Hope you've been

still looking like he'd rather be anywhere else, pulled over a chair from the next table and sat right beside

those Fisher Corporation cases coming along?" he asked, his tone brisk and

"Everything's on track, Mr. Fisher.

table suddenly felt crowded-five people squeezed close,

another day? Let's go sit over there. Allison's clearly on a date, we shouldn't get

a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips