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Praise for the work of Susan Mallery Someone Like You “When you think of passion, drama and heartwarming stories, think Susan Mallery. As always, she delivers a top-notch story.” —Romantic Times (4 ½ stars, Top Pick) The Marcelli Sisters Trilogy “This trilogy looks to be a real winner with Mallery’s delightful humor, believable characters and an unusual couple….” —The Best Reviews on The Sparkling One “[Susan Mallery] tells an exceptional story with rich characters and a hot love story.” —Amazon.com on The Sassy One “Affectionate and emotional…Reading a Susan Mallery book is always a marvelous experience.” —Romantic Times on The Seductive One Married for a Month “Temptation Island meets Oprah in [this] contemporary romp…[This] sweet story will delight as it provides food for thought.” —Publishers Weekly Sweet Success “A wonderfully fast-paced delight! You can never go wrong with Ms. Mallery’s fascinating storytelling.” —Romance Reviews Today “Witty dialogue, plenty of romantic tension, and delicious characters.” —Publishers Weekly Susan Mallery Susan Mallery makes her home in Southern California, where the eccentricities of a writer are actually considered normal—what a relief! When she’s not busy working on her latest novel, she can be found cruising the local boutiques in her quest for yet another pair of shoes. Susan would love to claim to be a fabulous gourmet chef, but she is not. She does, however, do fabulous take-out ordering and always serves said take-out on lovely china. THERE’S ALWAYS PLAN B Susan Mallery THERE’S ALWAYS PLAN B copyright © 2005 Susan Macias-Redmond isbn 978-1-5525-4336-8 All rights reserved. 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TheNextNovel.com To Gail Chasan who said this would be a great idea, and who turned out to be right. Contents ABOUT THE AUTHOR 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 COMING NEXT MONTH CHAPTER 1 “I don’t know why you always have to torture me,” fifteen-year-old Tiffany Spencer said as she folded her arms over her chest and stared out the passenger- door window. “Some moms actually like their children. Some moms care about their happiness. Why can’t you be like that?” Carly Spencer tightened her grip on the steering wheel and tried to figure out why she’d ever complained about her daughter asking, “Are we there yet?” when she’d been younger. Given a choice between that question and the one currently on the table, “Are we there yet?” seemed amusingly simple to deal with. “I care about your happiness,” she said, even though she knew it was a huge mistake to engage her daughter. At this point it was obvious Tiffany simply wanted to be the martyr to all decisions parental. “Ha! Oh, sure. Because dragging me away from all my friends and my school and Justin Beakly, who looks just like Matt Damon and who was probably going to ask me to the Spring Carnival dance, is going to make me faint with happiness. Here I am. Fainting.” Tiffany collapsed against the door. Carly hoped her daughter would stay mock-unconscious for at least ten minutes or until the headache remedy Carly had popped a few minutes before had a chance to kick in. But it was not to be. “And if we had to leave all that because you’re so determined to ruin my life,” Tiffany said seconds later, “you could have at least let me get my belly button pierced. I mean what’s the big deal? It’s my body. I bet I’ll be the only high school girl here, too, without one. Although maybe not. Have they heard about piercing at the ends of the Earth?” Her daughter was certainly bright enough, Carly thought, as she desperately searched for a silver lining in what felt like the world’s largest dark cloud. Eventually Tiffany would learn to use her highly developed verbal skills for good instead of mother abuse. “I don’t know what they’ve heard,” Carly said cheerfully. “It’s possible they’re still existing with horse-drawn carriages and cooking on an open fire. Maybe we’ll be so modern, they’ll think we’re aliens from another planet and they can worship us like goddesses.” Tiffany rolled her eyes. “You’re not helping.” “Ditto.” “What do you mean by that?” “You’re not helping, either,” Carly said. “This move is tough on me, too.” “But it’s your fault we have to go.” Tiffany sounded outraged. She turned in her seat and glared. “If you hadn’t made Dad leave, we wouldn’t be doing this.” Carly drew in a deep breath and counted to ten. When that didn’t work, she counted to twenty, then promised herself no matter what, she would go to the grocery store later, buy a pint of Ben & Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream and eat the entire thing by herself. Tiffany was still a child, she reminded herself. Under the carefully curled blond hair, the formfitting clothes and too much makeup lurked a young teenager not yet prepared to deal with the realities of the world. “Your father and I divorced by mutual decision,” she said slowly, going for an “I’m so calm” voice instead of the shrill tone that lurked just beneath the
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