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For all of you still here to love again.
BROKEN FRENCH
Tasha Boyd
Copyright ยฉ 2021 by Natasha Boyd, writing as Tasha Boyd
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
All characters and situations in this book are entirely fictional, and any parallel to real life is entirely accidental. There are some real places mentioned, and any mistakes in their description is entirely the fault of the author.
Content edit: Judy-Roth.com
Proofread: karinaasti.com
Cover Design: hearttocover.com
Cover image ยฉ Erin Gianni
First eBook Edition April 2021
ISBN 978-1-7322385-9-6
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
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Acknowledgments
ALSO BY TASHA BOYD
About the Author
Chapter One
JOSIE
Charleston, SC, USA
I pulled a pillow over my head to block out the sound of an early alarm beeping incessantly through the thin wall in our downtown Charleston apartment. When the sound didn't stop, I flung the pillow off my head and blinked my eyes open. "Tabitha!" I huffed on a moan. "Why?"
There was no answer, but the clinks and bangs of antique pipes running water to the shower down the hall in our only bathroom answered for her. Tabs must have forgotten to turn off her alarm clock. It was a good thing I was getting up early anyway. Today would be a turning point for me. I felt for my phone and squinted at the screen. It was way earlier than Iโd normally get up, but there were two missed calls from my mother. She was as anxious about my presentation today as I was, and sheโd transferred that agitation to me without even trying. No amount of โI got this, Ma,โ could stop her motherly worrying.
I padded through to our tiny kitchen and sighed with relief to see Tabs had started the coffee before showering. Iโd call my mother back as soon as I could think straight.
The water in the shower turned off and while I poured coffee, there were the sounds of makeup bag rummaging, and then the hairdryer. She must have a fancy client meeting today. Something dropped, and she hissed a curse. I poured a second cup and knocked on the door. โSeven a.m. wake up? Whoโs the client?โ
The door opened and she poked her face out, brown skin shining and vibrant. โCoffee? Josie, you goddess.โ
โYouโre welcome.โ I leaned on the doorjamb as she took the cup.
โMy girl in France quit yesterday. She was supposed to start in three days. I have a video conference call with the family in a couple of hours. Well, the dad. Heโs a single dad. Filthy rich. A filthy rich Frenchman who probably wants his money back.โ She grimaced.
โSo, youโre dolling yourself up to get him to what? Change his mind? Ask you out?โ
โHey!โ she protested with a grin. โTo look professional, of course.โ
I smiled. โOkay.โ It was no secret that Tabitha, in running her own agency providing exclusive, highly vetted nannies to the rich and famous, was hoping that one day sheโd find her own happily-ever-after. A single dad would definitely fit the bill. She wanted a successful business and then a family, in that order. Sheโd accomplished the first within several years of us graduating college.
โStop, Josie.โ She rolled her eyes good-naturedly. โI was hoping to find him another nanny, but Iโve exhausted all my available people and itโs so last minute. Iโm about to let him and his daughter down. Iโll ask Meredith if she knows of anyone when she wakes up. Anyway, Iโll be out soon.โ
โGood. I also need to look professional today.โ
โYou always do.โ She turned to the mirror to finish her eyeliner as she talked. โYouโre going to do great. You know youโre going to get this promotion. Youโve put in the time and the work, and from what youโve shared with me, you always have the best designs. I donโt know what historic Charleston would do without you looking out for its aesthetic.โ
โHa ha.โ
โIโm serious! It actually came up in conversation yesterday. I meant to tell you. I was at the bank and some big wig was congratulating them on renovating while enhancing the historical elements and the bank manager mentioned your firm. So you can guess I immediately jumped in and told them your name and how you were the architect to watch.โ
โYou didnโt!โ
โOf course I did. No point in letting that old lecherous boss of yours get all the credit when itโs your designs getting him the praise.โ
โThatโs what being a part of a prestigious firm is about. Itโs a team effort. Besides, my immediate boss is a sweetheart, itโs the other partner, Mr. Tate, who holds the lecherous distinction.โ Iโd adored that project. Most of our projects these days were new construction though.
She snapped open a case holding the fake eyelashes she always wore for video conferencing. โAnd thatโs another reason you need your name on the team door. So you can start changing the workplace culture.โ
โWeโre only as good as the work we all put forward,โ I said, parroting the company motto. โAnd name on the door? Hold your horses. Iโm trying to make senior associate, not buy in to partner. It will be a while until I can afford that.โ
โI know, love. Student loans will kill us all. But seriously, you are the best young architect they have. You canโt tell me that frat boy nephew of Mr. Tateโs has one ounce of your talent.โ
I took a sip of coffee to hide my grimace at her accurate assessment
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