Kendra Tully.
—while her twin sister presumably would change hers as well, almost like they were swapping names just like they were about to swap lives.
Kendra, once a Selleck, was now back to being a Tully. And Thelma, once a Tully, would someday become a Selleck.
It was on the sixth month when Kendra received a call from the law firm that handled her mother’s estate.
“I’m sorry to be a bother, ma’am, but will you be able to come to our office to sign one last document? Our firm will cover your fare and accommodation.”
And that was how she ended coming back to New York City, and worse, making the mistake of calling herself the wrong name when she arrived at the law office.
“Um, good morning. I’m Kendra Hop—I mean, Kendra Tully, sorry.”
The receptionist behind the front desk simply smiled. “A moment, please.”
While the other woman did a bit of typing, Kendra was just as busy doing a bit of face-palming, mentally that was.
Seriously, Kendra?
“Your meeting has been confirmed. Please head up to the tenth floor, Ms. Tully.”
An intern was there to welcome Kendra when the elevator doors opened on the tenth, who then led her to a fancy-looking conference room.
“Here are the papers, Ms. Tully. Would you like something to drink?”
She shook her head. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Alright, Ms. Tully. Please excuse me for a moment.”
Kendra picked up the pen as the intern stepped out of the room, and then she almost made the same mistake again.
Argh!
How long would it take to for her to remember that she could no longer sign her name asKendra Selleck?It wasn’t as if that had been her name her whole life. That name had only been hers for months. And here she was acting so horribly pathetic—
The sound of the door opening cut through her thoughts, and Kendra set the pen down, relieved to have a distraction. “I think I’d like something to drink, after all—”
“And what would that be?”
That...wasnotthe intern’s voice, and the thought had her turning toward the door—
Huh.
Kendra’s first instinct was to look away...out of habit.
Because that was what she had done the moment she became Porter’s wife.
Look away where other men were concerned.
But then...she remembered.
I’m no longer married.
And so even though she had never been the type to stare, she forced herself to do just that.
She would stare at this man because that was what single women did, and...and she would appreciate him, too.
That was what single women did, right?
