The First Move by Jennifer Lohmann An unlikely encounter...but he'll take it! It seems like fate...or something! When Miles Brislenn spies the girl he had a crush on in high school-at his ex-wife's wedding, no les...
It seems like fate…or something! When Miles Brislenn spies the girl he had a crush on in high school-at his ex-wife’s wedding, no less-he can’t let the opportunity pass. He might not have had the courage to talk to Renia Milek back then, but he definitely does now. And that’s not the only thing that’s changed. Gone is the rebel Renia used to be. In her place is a beautiful woman who’s reserved, cautious…and holding on to secrets.
For Miles, this second chance with Renia is too important to let her past stand in their way. He’ll do whatever is necessary to help her accept her choices and move on-even if that means a salsa lesson or two! Because now that he’s made the first move, he wants the second to be hers.
Like my first novel, Reservations for Two, The First Move is set in Chicago and features some of wonderful Chicago haunts. Should you wish to visit places Miles and Renia go, here are my favorites. The Chicago Botanic Gardens (www.chicagobotanic.org) is in Glencoe, Illinois. Renia goes there to bird watch, but you may just to visit one of its 26 gardens. The Golden Apple (www.goldenapplediner.com) is a 24-hour Chicago institution. The folks at This American Life, the NPR radio show hosted Ira Glass, once spent an entire 24 hours there. You can hear a more colorful description of the restaurant and its regulars at (website).
The adoption aspect of The First Move is complicated. I recommend the book Birthmothers: Women Who Have Relinquished Babies for Adoption Tell Their Stories by Mary Jones for stories of women’s experiences being the birth mother. The book is old, so the women’s stories are different from Renia’s as they wouldn’t have had the option of an open adoption. Laws regulating the openness of adoption and how a birth mother and child can find each other vary by state and breaking open the records can be a lengthy and costly process. In the novel, Renia and Ashley are granted a break due to a generational shift. Before Renia’s pregnancy, more pregnant teenagers began keeping their children, reducing the number of newborns available for adoption. As the supply of newborns shrank, the power of teen mothers relinquishing their children for adoption increased dramatically. Instead of having terms of relinquishment dictated to them, teen mothers now have a say in who adopts their child and whether or not they have contact with the child (like the movie, Juno).
People to whom I owe a beer:
“They love each other so much. Isn’t it beautiful?”
The Ex. Renia knew it was him before she turned around. It wasn’t her photographic sixth sense, but some pull on her emotions when he started talking.
“It is. Is it hard to be here?” Normally she wouldn’t discuss the couple with a guest, but he’d asked her first.
His mouth curved up and he looked like he was about to shift his weight from foot to foot when something glued him to the floor. He didn’t smile, but he didn’t scowl either. She wasn’t sure what the expression on his face meant. “I suppose you must be used to emotion at a wedding.”
She turned back to the room, ignoring his non-answer. How he felt about Cathy and Richard wasn’t her business anyway. “They aren’t always this perfect.”
An unfortunate side effect of her career was that Renia no longer believed in the magic of weddings. She still believed in love, but not the perfect white dress and dance with dad that made all the guests cry.
“No?” The Ex raised an eyebrow. “And what are they always like?”
“Oh, I’ve seen a drunk priest or two.”
His short laugh indicated he knew her answer was a blow-off. She’d been to weddings where the brides were crying as their mothers talked them into a marriage when they should have mimicked a white dove, flying for freedom outside the church instead of caging themselves with the man standing at the altar. There had also been several nearly-puking-with-nerves grooms, too many creepy uncles to count, and one memorable wedding with a lipstick-stained wedding dress the bride wore down the aisle. She didn’t tell those stories because one didn’t stay in the wedding business by spreading stories to guests.
“Any good Bridezilla stories?” the Ex asked.
“Not that I share with strangers.”
“Strangers?” Her head snapped back to face him at his wry tone. The corner of the Ex’s mouth was cocked up and he’d raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t know what the little noise he made in the back of his throat was about. “Well then, I’m Miles Brislenn.”
“I’m working.” She ignored his outstretched hand.
“No time for a dance?”
What was it with this family and trying to treat her like a guest at the wedding? “Still working.” Renia smiled because this was a wedding, she was the paid help, and he was the guest. Her job was to capture beautiful moments on camera, even if she had to force them. Someone else was responsible for making sure Ex behaved.
“Cathy won’t mind,” he insisted.
“But I will.”
“Mind dancing with me? You don’t know me well enough to know if you’d mind dancing with me.”
There was that mocking half-smile again. She didn’t think he was mocking her, but laughing at a joke where the punch line involved him. A joke she didn’t know.
“Cathy wouldn’t mind. In fact, I think she’d even encourage it, but that doesn’t mean I will. She’s paying me to take pictures, not dance.”
For the first time since she’d taken his picture before the ceremony, the Ex looked serious. With his boyish, teasing smile purged from his face, his intensity unnerved her.
He looked at her like he could tunnel into her life and excavate her secrets. With no more secrets rammed inside, what would keep her back straight?
“You’re right. Cathy is getting the wedding she deserved. The wedding I denied her. No matter how happy she would be to see you dancing, to see me dancing, I wouldn’t want her wedding album to be anything short of perfect because I asked you to dance.”
“I’ll get back to taking pictures again.” She needed to be away from him and the prickly awareness she felt in his presence.
“So this entire time while you were putting me off with ‘still working,’ you were lying?”
That maddening smile was back and only a flashing neon sign emblazoned with ten thousand dollars kept her from swinging her camera at him and knocking out teeth. Retreat was the better part of sanity, her pocketbook and reputation.
“Wait.” He grabbed her arm with a warm, firm grip. “Do you do photography besides weddings?”
She stared at his hand, but it refused to catch fire. He didn’t give any indication he felt the burn at all.
“Yes.” She wasn’t stupid enough to turn down business. Again with that pocketbook. “If you’re interested, send me an email or come to my studio. I’m working here. For your ex-wife.”
He didn’t let go, even when she pulled. “Monday.”
“I won’t be in.” She yanked harder this time, but his fingers were some type of bizarre Chinese finger trap.
She raised an eyebrow at his hand still holding onto her arm. “None of your business.”
“More information you don’t share with strangers,” he said, the mocking now in his voice, instead of his smile.
Renia contemplated her options. Everyone was too busy admiring the bride and groom to see what she did. “Do I know you?”
He sighed. “No, Rey, you never knew me.”
She wrenched her arm again and, when he let go, she had to take a step back to keep her balance. “Then I don’t expect to talk with you again unless you have business with my studio.”
It wasn’t until later than night, when she was curled up on her couch reading, that she realized he’d called her “Rey,” a name she’d not gone by since high school. Even her family rarely called her that.
The Ex might not need to ferret out her secrets. He might already know them.