More Than Anything Read online Natasha Anders (Broken Pieces #1)

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Broken Pieces Series by Natasha Anders
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Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 117377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
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Chapter One

Present Day

In a family filled with overachieving, beautiful people, Tina was the Disappointment. Her parents had often lamented, out loud and right in front of her, how very much Tina’s lack of ambition and talent in any field whatsoever distressed them. Tina had come to dread all family functions, because every comment aimed at her tended to start, “Do you know what your problem is, Martine?”

Tonight was a prime example—family dinner—with Tina’s perfect siblings and their significant others all present and accounted for. Conrad, the thoracic surgeon, along with his wholesome and thoroughly pleasant and pregnant wife, Kitty. Kyle, the CEO of Jenson Pharmaceuticals, the family company . . . there with his husband, the always impeccably groomed and eminently likable Dumisane Jenson-Sechaba. And, finally, Smith, the youngest of her three older brothers, a disgustingly successful corporate attorney. He was there with his current lady friend, Milla, a chemical engineer.

And then there was Tina, chronically single and working at a library. Part time. One could argue that because of the substantial inheritance she’d received from her paternal grandfather, she didn’t really need to work—none of them did—but that would be frowned upon by their parents.

“Jensons earn their lifestyle.” The words were practically the family motto. Drilled into them since birth. None of this idle-rich business that so many of their social peers embraced with open arms.

“We’re looking to hire a new hospital administrator,” Conrad was saying, and Tina tried not to roll her eyes. “You should interview, Martine.”

Seriously? She hadn’t even finished college. Her brothers often seemed to conveniently forget how unqualified she was to do any of the jobs they kept suggesting she interview for. She frequently wondered if these “lapses” in memory were subtle jabs at her lack of further education.

She sighed and tossed Conrad a glare before shifting her attention back to her chocolate mousse. She attacked it with single-minded focus, relishing the rich taste of the chocolate. So comforting. So familiar.

“Martine.” Her parents never called her Tina. With the exception of Smith, none of her family did. “You don’t mean to finish that entire dessert, do you?” Her mother’s sharp and unwelcome voice intruded into her private chocolate “me time” and jarred Tina out of her happy place.

Her gaze shifted toward the older woman, and she could see how thoroughly repulsed her mother looked at the notion of Tina finishing the substantially sized mousse.

Aaaaaand there it was! As if by clockwork, the other disappointment reared its ugly head . . .

Their only daughter wasn’t the perfect, svelte, gorgeous creature she should have been. That any child of Mercy and Patrick Jenson had turned out less than physically flawless could only be attributed to the mystery and horror of throwback genetics. Tina was short and overweight with pale, freckled skin and a shock of bright-red hair. Not tall, willowy, blonde, and absolutely gorgeous like her mother, brothers, and father. The cuckoo in the nest. The odd one out.

Physically lacking, intellectually ordinary, and, of course, the maker of huge, embarrassing, reputation-ruining, and life-altering mistakes. Tina would never, in a million years, live up to family expectations. And she had stopped trying years ago. That didn’t mean that these family gatherings didn’t bother her, not when she always felt like a complete outsider.

She pushed her mousse aside, and her mother nodded in satisfaction.

“I’ll think about the interview,” she promised Conrad, intending to do no such thing. But sometimes, pretending compliance was the only way to get them off her back.

“I’ll text you the details tomorrow,” Conrad said with a warm smile, and Tina returned it with a tight one of her own.

“So Dumi and I have news,” Kyle suddenly announced, thankfully diverting the attention from Tina. She cast one last regretful look at her mousse before focusing her attention on her middle brother and his beaming husband. “We’ve thought about this for a while, and with Dumi now running his IT business remotely and spending more time at home . . . we’ve decided that it’s the perfect time for us to adopt a baby.”

There were delighted squeals from everybody, and Tina smiled, genuinely happy for her brother and Dumi despite the hollow, painful thudding of her heart in her chest.

Another baby. Kitty was due in three months, Libby—still Tina’s best friend after all these years—was likely to pop at any moment, and now this. She would soon encounter babies in every corner. They’d be inescapable.

The thought made her feel physically ill. She was happy for her brothers, happy for her friend . . . but all those babies. She wasn’t sure she was emotionally equipped to be around them. Not yet. Possibly not ever.

She listened to the excited voices ebb and flow around her. Kyle and Dumi had already started the adoption process and were on a waiting list. Possible baby names were being bandied around the table, nursery ideas, schooling . . .



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