Erin McCarthy - It’s About Time

It was a good thing Trish never intended to get married, because from what she could tell of the male population as a whole, they were mostly idiots and not worth the reception expense.

Shed been stood up again.

How hard could it have been for Brad to call her midday when he had known she was at work and leave a wimpy cancellation on her home voice mail?

A lot less difficult than sitting by himself in a restaurant for an hour waiting for a date who never came, which was what she had just done.

Sighing, she pushed the door open and stepped into Ryans Pub, wondering what it was about her that made men smile and promise things they never intended to deliver. While she had no desire to wade into matrimony despite her friends recent success with it, she would still enjoy a little companionship. Someone to take to the Christmas party at work, a dinner partner, a man to fulfill her very real and getting slightly urgent sexual needs.

Hey, Trish. Whats up? Joe called from the bar as he deftly shook a martini shaker.

Wiping the seat with her hand first, Trish dropped down onto a stool in front of Joe. She slid her outrageously uncomfortable shoes forward on her feet, until they were dangling, held on only by the grip of her toes. The usual. I got stood up by my date.

Joe looked properly outraged on her behalf, jaw dropping and shaker hitting the counter with all the force of his meaty arms. No way! Well, the jackass obviously doesnt know what hes missing.

Is there something wrong with me? Do I have a sign on my behind that says Lie To Me? she asked in exasperation.

Trish pushed the ashtray in front of her to the side and marveled at how morose she was being. This kind of thing didnt usually bother her. Life went on, with or without men, and thankfully, shed never actually been emotionally hurt before, just annoyed. But lately she was getting lonely, and while good for many things, a computer couldnt carry a conversation or sexually satisfy her. Okay, if you wanted to get technical, it probably could do both in a roundabout sort of way, but it just wasnt the same. She wanted to hear someone breathing next to her when she had a conversation, and she didnt think that was too much to ask, damn it.

You just intimidate men, thats all. Joe turned to deliver the drinks to customers, leaving Trish to ponder that. Intimidation was all about power, something she appreciated.

Intimidation was good in the courtroom, but not the bedroom. Shed never thought her sex life-if she could remember that far back-was lacking in anything. But put in those terms, she wondered if she had ever really had a relationship with a man where they werent both scrambling for control.

It was not an uplifting thought for a lonely Friday night in September when her good friend Kindra was three weeks away from her wedding to Mack, and Ashley was flashing a mammoth engagement ring from Lucas. Even Violet, who shied away from men, had managed to snag a pro baseball player, and Trish figured it wouldnt be too long before they went down the aisle. Dylan was already chomping at the bit to marry Violet since she was having his baby.

On nights like tonight, when Trish was alone and her friends were all cuddled up with their men, she couldnt help but feel a little tinge of something.

God, she was actually jealous. How small.

Joe bustled back and offered her a glass of wine but she shook her head. Just a water, please. She didnt want an innocent glass of wine. Nor was she certain she could stop at one or two drinks of the hard stuff, not when her defenses were feeling as weak as they were tonight. And getting drunk alone was the adult equivalent of being the last kid picked for the dodgeball team in grade school. Sad. Better to stick to water.

Shake it off, babe-you know youre hot stuff.

The drinks were so-so at Ryans Pub, but it was nice to see a familiar face, nice to hear Joes staunch support. Trish had been wandering into this pub off and on for five years, and hung out with her girlfriends there twice a month after their bowling night. You know what, Joe? I dont feel like shaking it off. I want to feel sorry for myself tonight.

Maybe she wasnt justified. After all, she had a budding career as county prosecutor of domestic violence, a great apartment, and good hair. But men didnt seem to appreciate any of those things. She didnt think she was asking too much. It wasnt like she expected comfortable pantyhose to be invented. She just wanted a nice guy, loyal, honest, friendly.

She supposed she could get a dog.

But Kindra and Macks yappy poodle annoyed the hell out of her. A lizard was more her style.

If youre going to feel sorry for yourself, slide on down the bar and join my buddy Caleb there. Hes having a hell of a pity party tonight.

Without much interest, she glanced over. A guy was propping his head up with a massive, muscular arm, and trying to sip his beer without lifting his head. Moisture from the bottle dribbled onto the bar and his arm, and he made a halfhearted swipe at it. A quick count showed six empty bottles in front of him.

Now there was a winner. Hold her back.

Do you know him? she asked Joe, hoping she didnt look that pathetic. This guy looked like hed set down some serious roots in Loserville.

Yeah, Ive known him for more than fifteen years. We played ball in high school together and hes a good friend. Joe leaned on the counter, moving closer to her, and kept his voice low. He never drinks.

The six bottles hadnt emptied themselves. Couldve fooled me.

Im serious. But tomorrow his ex-wife is getting married. Hes celebrating by getting shit-faced.

Trish forgot to clench her toes, and her shoe fell to the floor. That does not look like a man who is celebrating.

Joe stood back up. I know. Looks to me like hes feeling sorry for himself. But thats what he said-that hes celebrating.

This was not a man who was about a blow a party horn and throw some ticker tape. If he called this celebrating shed hate to see sulking. Did you know his wife? Was she a bitch or something?

Trish would lay down five bucks she was. The ex was probably a busty blonde who had henpecked her mild-mannered husband while weeding the flower bed in her bikini. And clearly this guy was still passionately in love with her, devastated by the divorce. Sitting in a bar plotting the new fiancs murder. Or worse, planning to dash into the wedding ceremony in one of those cringe-inspiring moments and yell,Bambi, no one loves you like I do! Dont marry him!

It was definitely a court case waiting to happen. Public intoxication, disturbing the peace, stalking, assault and battery-one of those was probably in his future. Trishs whole career revolved around that kind of idiotic behavior.

Joe paused and scratched his light brown goatee. No, she wasnt a bitch at all. She was one of those people whos always smiling, always something nice to say, always dressed like she was on her way to church.

Well, that didnt fit Trishs image of his wife at all. No wonder hed gotten divorced-hed been married to the wrong woman.

He said he has a plan, Joe said.

Here it was. Poisoning the fianc, slashing the tires on the limo, kidnapping the bride. Trish leaned closer to Joe. What is it? If he was planning something illegal, it was her duty to warn him of the ramifications.

He said hes not leaving until he finds a woman to sleep with. Tonight.

What? Well, that wasnt worth the buildup. Shed at least been hoping for a midnight serenade of the ex or something. But it was not news for a man to bury his problems between a womans thighs. This guy had probably slept with a dozen women in the past two years in his quest to forget or get over his wife. The world revolved around sex, not love, as she had seen over and over again as a prosecutor.