Almost Perfect

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Almost Perfect
By
Julie Ortolon
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue
Maddy, Christine and Amy are thrilled that their old college suite-mate has written a bestselling
book, How to Have the Perfect Life until they realize she used them as examples of how women
let fear screw up their lives. The worst part is it s sort of true. Together they make a pact: they
each have one year to face down their fears and maybe show Miss Perfect a thing or two!
A Free Spirit
Maddy was always the artistic one of the group, alive with color and mischief from her saucy red curls to
her vintage hippie skirts. Her challenge, the friends decide, is to get her artwork accepted at a gallery. A
job as arts director at a summer camp near Santa Fe with its multitude of galleries seems like a start in
the right direction.
A Reformed Bad Boy
There s just one catch: The camp is run by Maddy s high school flame, Joe, whose heart she
broke okay, smashed and his anger towards Maddy hasn t cooled one bit. But neither has their
attraction.
A Perfect Match?
Old desires burn hotter than ever as Joe makes it clear there's only one way back to his heart: She has to
get serious about her art. But will falling in love help or hinder Maddy as she struggles to meet her
challenge?
More praise for the novels of Julie Ortolon
"Julie Ortolon takes her wonderfully colorful and appealing characters on an unexpected journey of
discovery. BE PREPARED TO LAUGH."
—Christina Skye
"Ortolon's protagonists must overcome some tough emotional issues before they can set their sights on
the future, but their journey is laced with humor… Earnest and endearing, Ortolon's newest is a
heartwarming and at times heartrending read."
—Publishers Weekly
"So romantic it will make you melt!"
—Virginia Henley
"This is an author on the rise! An endearing, emotional, romantic tale." —Romantic Times
"As long as Julie Ortolon is writing books like this one, romantic comedy is in good hands."
—All About Romance
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To Friends
For filling my days with laughter
For three-hour lunches (when we should be writing)
For enabling my Chico's shopping addiction
For unquestioned support, sympathy, whining and wining
For champagne celebrations (anytime, any reason) And for e-mailing in the face of deadlines!
Chapter 1
"How to Have a Perfect Life." Maddy shook her head in wonder as she read the title of the slick
hardcover book she held in both hands. "Ten Steps to Outrageous Happiness, by Jane Redding."
"I still can't believe Jane, our Jane, is now published. On top of everything else," Christine said, staring at
her own copy.
"I can." Amy smiled with pride as they moved away from the autographing table where a line of Jane
Redding fans waited for their chance to meet the TV-anchor-turned-motivational-speaker.
"Actually, I can too," Christine admitted as the three of them headed toward the coffee shop in the
corner of the bookstore. "Jane was always so disciplined and hardworking back in college. She's the
only person I know who studied harder than I did. And considering I was premed, that's saying
something."
"You were both driven, which is the only thing you had in common," Maddy said as she and her friends
passed a decorative handrail that created the feel of a sidewalk cafe. She breathed in the rich aroma of
coffee. Light jazz mingled with the buzz of conversation and hiss of the cappuccino machine. "In fact,
given how different the four of us were, I'm amazed at how well we got along as suitemates."
"Opposites do attract," Christine said as they joined the order line.
"That's certainly true for you and me." Maddy smiled at her friend of fourteen years. Most people saw
Christine Ashton as an intimidating combination of Ice Princess and Rocket Scientist, with her elegant
height, sleek blond hair, and cool gray eyes, but Maddy knew the wicked sense of humor that lay
beneath.
"I think the key for us," Christine went on, "was having you and me in one half of the dorm suite and
Amy and Jane in the other. Can you imagine if Jane and I had been paired together?"
Maddy laughed. "Amy and I would have been taking bets on which one of you would commit murder
first. Perfect Jane the Neatnik or Pristine Christine who is secretly a slob?"
"No, you would have been taking bets," Christine corrected. "Amy's too sweet to profit from a friend's
demise."
"True." Maddy gave Amy a one-armed hug. "Mother Amy would have been wringing her hands and
begging you children to behave."
"Actually Jane was a lot of fun." Amy frowned at them. "And for the record, I always hated my
nickname."
"Yeah, me too." Christine gave Maddy one of her aloof looks. "So watch the name-calling, Gypsy Girl."
"Hey, if the nickname fits…" Maddy twisted her hips to make the tiny bells along the hem of her skirt
jingle. Colorful beads and shiny charms adorned each wrist and a scarf circled her head from nape to
crown, holding back a bonfire of red hair.
Four roommates couldn't have been more different, or fit their nicknames better. Amy Baker was an
intriguing blend of wisdom and whimsy with a need to nurture. Men, unfortunately, never seemed to look
past her plumpness and notice her sensual side. Of course, the fact that Amy wore glasses that obscured
her big green eyes, dressed in baggy jumpers that made her look frumpy, and kept her glorious,
waist-length brown hair confined in a tight braid didn't help.
And then there was Jane. Glancing back at the signing table, Maddy realized the petite brunette hadn't
changed much in the ten years since graduation. She was still immaculately put together and still glowed
with an inner light of intelligence and determination. She sat behind the table piled with her books,
wearing a stylish purple suit, her shoulder-length bob swinging slightly as she laughed. Her brown eyes
smiled up at one of her fans, who stood with a book clutched to her chest, gushing with praise.
Envy snuck up and gave Maddy a painful bite. "God," she sighed. "Jane really did make it, just like she
always wanted. But it's not just the fame and fortune. She looks so dang confident!"
"And she's still so beautiful," Amy added with genuine admiration in her voice.
"She looks happy," Christine said with no inflection. "Really happy. Can I kill her?"
"Christine!" Amy gasped. "What a thing to say."
"Aw, c'mon, Mom, can I?" Christine clasped her hands together. "Please, please, please?"
Amy laughed in spite of herself. "You are so bad."
"Which is why we love her," Maddy insisted, since a part of her felt the same way. She was thrilled for
Jane's success, but it made her feel like a failure for never achieving her own dream of becoming a
professional artist. She'd met and married Nigel, a sweet but admittedly geeky accountant, right out of
college. Nigel had loved her art, believed in her wholeheartedly, and insisted she stay home and pursue
her art career full time. .
Unfortunately, two years into the marriage, he'd been diagnosed with cancer and she'd spent the next six
years taking care of him while helping him keep his accounting firm open. If not for the moral support of
Christine and Amy, she wasn't sure how she would have made it through those years.
Jane had long since moved to New York, and they'd rarely heard from her. Although they'd certainly
heard a lot about her lately, with her marriage to a sports announcer, her "lake house" in Austin on the
cover of Homes and Living, and now her best-selling self-help book.
When Maddy compared her own lack of accomplishments to all that, she couldn't help but feel
inadequate.
"Next!" called the tall, skinny kid behind the counter and Maddy realized she'd reached the front of the
line.
"Oh." She looked up at the coffee menu hanging overhead. "Hold on. Give me a second."
"Come on, Mad, you can do this," Christine whispered encouragingly. "Make a decision."
"The pressure, the pressure." She touched her fingertips to her brow, like a fortune-teller communing
with the other world. "Okay, I got it. I'll have a Mocha Madness. With extra whipped cream. And
caramel swirled on top, please."
The kid called out the order to the harried woman manning the industrial-size machine.
After Maddy had paid, Christine stepped up without even looking at the board. "Coffee. The gargantuan
size. No fluff and stuff. Just give me caffeine and an IV tube."
Maddy frowned at her. "I thought you were going to cut back on caffeine."
"Damn! You would remember that." Christine made a face. "Okay, make that decaf."
The kid relayed the change in her order and started to ring it up.
"No, wait." Christine reached out and grabbed his arm, desperation lighting her eyes. "Make that decaf
with a depth charge of espresso." She made a face at Maddy. "I'll cut back more seriously when my
residency is over."
Obviously used to dealing with coffee addicts, the kid rang it up without batting an eye.
Amy came next, chewing her lip and eyeing the pastries. The light from the case shone off her glasses.
"I'll have a sugar-free vanilla cappuccino."
"Did you want a pastry?" the kid asked.
She hesitated, but held firm. "No. Just the cappuccino. Skinny, please."
Maddy started to tell Amy to go for a pastry, but reminded herself not to sabotage her friend's diet.
Personally, she thought Amy looked just fine and should stop starving herself. Sexy came in many shapes
and sizes. Maddy was no Skinny Minnie, but she'd learned to celebrate, rather than hide, her abundant
curves. Nigel had certainly enjoyed them in the early days, before he'd become too weak to enjoy much
of anything in life.
"So," Christine said after they picked up their orders, "shall we grab a table and look at this book?"
"Sounds like a plan." Maddy headed for an empty table near a colorful display of coffee mugs and gift
items. "I'm dying to know the ten steps to outrageous happiness."
"Me too." Christine opened her copy of the book as soon as they were seated. "After the last few years
of all work and no play, I could use some happiness, outrageous or otherwise."
"But you're making it." Amy smiled at her. "A few more months and you'll be a doctor. Surely that
makes you happy."
"If I live that long," Christine said as she read the contents page. "Let's see. Step one, Know What You
Want."
"That's easy." Maddy sipped her sweet coffee, then licked whipped cream from her lip. "A winning
lottery ticket that makes all the bills go away forever."
Christine frowned at her. "I thought you were doing okay financially, what with the life insurance and
selling the accounting firm."
"I am, but you know I hate balancing a checkbook, or anything else related to numbers. Plus, I wouldn't
mind having some money to travel."
Christine squeezed her forearm. "I think travel-ing would be a good idea. It doesn't have to be an
expensive trip, just something that would get you out of that empty house."
"You're probably right." Maddy thought about the letter lurking in the bottom of her purse. The job it
described would certainly get her out of the house. Waaay out of the house. If she had the guts to apply
for it. "What's step two?"
Christine looked down. "Oh, this sounds cheery. Face Your Inner Fear."
Maddy snorted. "Well, hey, I've got that step down at least, since I've just gone through years of facing
fear on a daily basis."
"True. Let's see what she has to say on the subject." Christine flipped forward to that xchapter. The
minute she started skimming the page, her eyes widened. "The bitch!"
"What?" Maddy straightened in surprise.
"She used us in her book."
"You're kidding! She mentioned us by name?" Maddy craned her neck to read the page.
"No, but still, she says, 'I had three friends in college who are excellent examples of how women
frequently let fear hold them back from pursuing their dreams.' "
"Does she go into detail?" Amy chewed her thumbnail.
Christine ran her finger down the page. "Let's see, 'I had an artist friend'—gee, I wonder who that could
be—'who let her fear of rejection stop her from going after an art career with any real dedication or
enthusiasm.' "
"That's ridiculous!" Maddy set her coffee down with a thud. "I didn't pursue an art career because I had
a dying husband to care for." Even as she said the words, she knew they didn't explain why she wasn't
pursuing an art career now. "What else does she say?"
"Oh, get this." Christine read further. "Apparently my fear is that of parental disapproval. 'My
med-student friend spent so much time trying to win her father's approval, she frequently sacrificed her
own happiness.' " Christine looked up, her blue eyes blazing. "How dare she print her interpretation of
things I told her in confidence? Besides, what is wrong with me trying to please my father? Yes, it's hard
to live up to his standards and I've complained a time or two, but he's a great man, a leader in the
medical community, and a brilliant surgeon. Just because Jane's mother was an alcoholic and her father
skipped out what right does she have to criticize me? In print!"
"At least she didn't use your name," Maddy said.
"She might as well have! Anyone who knows me knows I roomed with her at UT. What if my dad reads