Prologue
“Were you serious about that Howl List?” Shelly asked, leaning closer so only Josie could hear her.
Josie Jacobson grinned. As far as New Year’s Eve celebrations went, this one had been pretty fun, despite the fact it was fairly low key.
She had counted every single minute between five flipping a.m. and this moment, when she could kick back, put her feet up and relax with her girlfriends.
They’d been here nearly two hours and her shoulders were only now starting to loosen up. Of course, the wine was helping.
Zoey had pointed out earlier that it was shame six attractive, single women had chosen to remain in rather than venture out for a fun night on the town.
And maybe to the outside observer this party would seem pretty lame, but Josie had been looking forward to it all week.
She intended to get blitzed, stumble across the lawn to her townhouse and pass out in front of New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.
Unlike Zoey—whose plans had fallen through at the last minute—Josie had purposely elected to ring in the New Year at Laura’s house with her girlfriends, rather than subject herself to the meat-market atmosphere of the nightclubs.
She was in no mood to compete with all the other single women for the few available men left in this Podunk town, just so she could get a kiss at midnight.
As far as she was concerned, she’d already kissed the only man who counted in her life. Tommy, her adorable little six-year-old son, had planted a big sloppy smooch on her cheek before leaving to spend the night with his dad.
“I was one hundred percent serious about this second chance. I’m horny, Shell, and it’s depressing me. You said you wanted to lose weight this year because you felt old. I’m in the same boat. I want to broaden my sexual horizons while I’m still young enough to try all the kinky positions.”
Shelly laughed. “So what’s on your list? Besides the sex-with-a-stranger one which I think is totally cool and completely frightening.”
“Nosey Nelly. Why do you want to know? You want to change your second-chance goal to mine? We could go on the manhunt together.”
“Hell no.” Shelly shook her head vehemently.
“I’d be happy just to have freaking sex this year.
I don’t feel the need to be creative about it.
” Shelly pulled her legs beneath her on the couch.
She was still a virgin. A fact that left Josie equal parts shocked and jealous.
Josie had succumbed to her ex-husband, Tony’s, charms at sixteen.
She’d been too fucking young and too fucking stupid to see what an idiot he was.
“So ask out the guy at work you’re hot for.”
Shelly brushed off her suggestion with a wave of her hand. Again. “You always say that. I can’t. I’m just not wired that way.”
“What way?”
“The bold, self-confident way. Christian comes around and I freeze up. Besides, I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know I exist.”
“Bullshit.”
Shelly gave her an appreciative glance, then held up her glass when Laura came by with the bottle, offering to top them both up.
Josie studied Shelly’s face. While Josie attributed her recent funk to horniness, she suspected her best friend was suffering from genuine loneliness.
It pissed Josie off to see men ignore her.
Shelly was the sweetest, funniest person she’d ever met, but most men were too shallow and blind to see beyond the weight.
Shelly’s lack of self-esteem was something they’d all been working to bolster over the past few months, but it appeared they weren’t having much success.
“More wine, Josie?” Laura held up the bottle.
“Why not? Nothing says New Year’s Day like a hangover.” Josie lifted her glass so Laura could fill it.
Laura plopped down on the coffee table in front of her.
“I’m looking forward to hearing the details about your first full-moon adventure.
Something tells me I’m going to be living vicariously through you this year.
That’s quite a goal you’ve set for yourself.
I’m sort of sorry I didn’t think of it. Sex without strings. It’s inspired.”
Josie and Laura were completely on the same page when it came to long-term relationships. Like Josie, Laura had married her high school boyfriend too. Unfortunately, Josie had been eighteen and pregnant, so it wasn’t like she’d really set herself up with too many other options.
Laura had certainly given the institution a better try than Josie had, hanging in there twenty-plus years.
Josie hadn’t even made it to her seventh anniversary, the wool and copper one.
At least Laura had survived through ivory, crystal and china.
Jeez. Josie needed to get a better job. Working in a department store was clearly skewing the way she viewed the world.
“Yep. I want the sex without all the issues.”
Kristen rejoined them, after stepping outside to take a phone call from work. “I’ve had unencumbered sex for over twenty years. Believe me, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”
Kristen had shocked them all when she declared her goal for the year was to find a man and get married.
Problem was she had decided that if she couldn’t locate an eligible groom by her fortieth birthday, she’d settle for her law partner, Jason, who was apparently her back-up plan.
They fought like cats and dogs, so Josie wasn’t sure Kristen had clearly thought through her goal.
“So instead you’ll settle for angry, married sex with Jason?” Leave it to Georgie to say what they were all thinking. Josie covered her mouth to stop from laughing out loud.
Kristen rolled her eyes. “You guys are too hung up on the back-up plan. I told you. I have no intention of initiating it.”
“That’s right,” Laura said. “Because eligible men our age who are reasonably attractive, have a job and don’t still live with their mothers are in great abundance these days.”
“Naysay all you want. I promise you, I will be married by this time next year.”
Laura blew out a long sigh. “I can’t imagine wishing for something like that.”
Josie agreed. She considered herself lucky to have escaped marriage.
There was no way she’d ever encourage someone else to dive into that hell.
Of course, in all fairness, she hadn’t chosen well.
She’d gotten pregnant two weeks before graduation and married Tony a month later.
She’d lost the baby three months after the rushed nuptials, but by then, she and Tony had found a tiny apartment and jobs and had basically accepted their fate.
Sometimes Josie wished her mom had tried a little harder to be a mother, instead of playing the friend role.
While it had seemed cool to breeze through the teen years without curfews or restrictions, it gave Josie too much freedom.
As a result, she’d made too many bad decisions with basically no guidance from the adult in her life.
Kristen gestured to Georgie. “It can’t be that freaking hard to find a guy. I mean look at Georgie. She’s been engaged three times.”
Georgie narrowed her eyes. “And yet I’ve never been married. What does that tell you?”
Zoey grinned. “I thought you were regretting that. Hence your reason for going back to see if they were worth a second look.”
Georgie took a sip of wine. “I’m not really expecting to discover I left Prince Charming at the altar.”
“Then why bother?” Zoey asked.
“I don’t know.” Georgie shrugged. “Like I said, it’s just a weird feeling I’ve had lately that I screwed up. Once I can determine I didn’t, I’ll rest easier.”
The reasoning was so twisted and Georgie-like that it actually made sense to Josie. Georgie marched to the beat of her own drummer. It was why Josie loved her so. No one ever knew what she would do next.
“At least our goals are a bit interesting, Zoey. Going to the doctor just sucks.” Josie grabbed a leftover Christmas cookie from the plate Kristen had brought over.
Zoey didn’t disagree. Josie couldn’t let go of the feeling Zoey hadn’t been entirely forthright about what her second chance really was.
And if Zoey’s plan truly were to simply get healthy, Josie would be more than happy to suggest another one for her.
If she had a hot rocker roommate like Zoey did, there was no force on earth that would keep her out of the man’s bedroom, but apparently Zoey was the only person on earth who didn’t see what a great couple she and Rob would make.
“My goal is just fine. Thanks for your concern.”
Josie let it slide. If Zoey wanted to tell them the truth, she would.
They talked about nightmare visits to the gynecologists for the next few minutes, but Josie struggled to focus. She was tired, straight to the bone, these days and she couldn’t figure out why.
Laura had proclaimed her second chance would be finding herself again. Trying to rediscover the woman she’d been before her marriage and motherhood redefined her.
Josie understood the feeling. Actually, she envied Laura. At least her friend remembered a time when she was someone she liked, someone she could face in the mirror and respect. Josie wasn’t sure she’d ever truly found that part of herself.
It was clear this year was all about making changes—be they good or bad.
Josie needed to shake up her life. God knew it couldn’t go on the way it was.
She sucked in a deep breath.
A second chance.
Bring it on.