IN JOURNALISM, AND IN LIFE, you must always know who your competition is. You have to study the competition, make sure you’re staying a step ahead. I have never met Amelia Saxton, but, judging from the way Parker talks about her, I’m realizing that maybe I should. Or, at least, that I should work very hard to make sure Parker isn’t around her. I’m actually a little relieved she can’t come to the wedding. He can say what he wants to, make jokes and fun, but men are the most transparent creatures in all the world, and it isn’t hard to see that he has the hots for her.
And, yeah, he’s probably right that she was just always the older girl next door, that she would never give him the time of day. And maybe it’s the phenomenon like how once you want a house—even if it’s been on the market for five years—suddenly everyone starts wanting it. Or, at least, you’re paranoid that everyone wants it. But now I am certain, totally sure, that every woman in the world wants my man. Why wouldn’t they? He is perfection.
I know that Parker only wants me. Or maybe Amelia and me. But, either way, I will be watching that girl very, very closely.