Falling for Jillian Ashley: A Carlsbad Village Lesbian Romance

Max groaned.

“I’m still not happy about that, by the way,” he growled, glaring at her and putting down his fork. “I rather like the extra money coming in from my books, Sally. Not only that but I have fun writing them. So, what is your game plan with Amy?”

Sally did have to concede that Max had a point and that his concerns were justified. In retrospect, she should have turned Amy down, or at least thought through meeting up with her more. But Amy was…Sally took a deep breath now. Amy was yummy! And when the coffee invite happened, Sally’s brain—and certain other parts of her—had reacted on autopilot.

But she loved Max and didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize something which was obviously very important to him.

“She thinks I’m a writer,” she said. “I can pretend to do that. I mean, it’s not like she’s going to test me by having me write a short story while we’re having coffee.”

Max scoffed.

“Yeah, well, my experiences on Twitter as Jillian have taught me never to put anything past lesbians.”

“Shut up. Anyway, it’s just coffee.”

***

Sally’s phone started trilling almost as soon as she walked into her condo later that night.

“Hi Mom,” she answered, knowing from the ringtone who it was. She put her bag down and toed off the Skechers she had worn to Max’s.

“You’re going to thank me,” Leslie Lassiter greeted.

“I doubt it,” Sally mumbled.

“What was that, honey?”

“Nothing, Mom. I was saying hello to Lena.” And on cue, Sally’s super fluffy Maine coon sashayed into the room, spared Sally a look and then leapt up on the sofa to claim her favorite spot.

“Oh,” Leslie said. “Well, anyway. You are going to thank me! Turns out, Dr. Janowicz’s daughter is a lesbian and single and…wait for it…also a doctor!”

Sally rolled her eyes.

This again!

The woman never stopped! Her mother, a surgeon at Scripps Memorial in Encinitas was forever trying to fix Sally up with the daughters, granddaughters, nieces, cousins or best friends of her work colleagues. Moreover, Leslie also would scan each year’s crop of new interns and residents to see if any of the attractive, young and newly minted lady doctors were gay, single and looking; all in her never-ending quest to see her daughter married off to a Doctor Somebody or at least to a close relation of a Doctor Somebody.

“Mom, seriously?”

So far, Leslie’s efforts had yielded little. It wasn’t that Sally had anything against doctors; it was more that Sally knew from being the daughter of one the demands on a doctor’s time, especially a young doctor. And Sally really did not want to envision a future of lonely evenings at home or date nights interrupted by somebody’s exploding gallbladder or whatever.

Sally wanted a woman to build a life with, not build a life for.

Then there was the fact that most doctors—even lesbian doctors—had permanent chips on their shoulders and behaved like they had deigned to visit Earth from Mount Olympus.

“Look, I’ve met Ainsley…” Leslie continued.

Ainsley? Good lord!

“…and she’s absolutely charming!” Leslie gushed. “And gorgeous! She’s a surgical resident in San Diego and I just think

you two would get along so well!”

Sally doubted she could do anything well with someone named Ainsley.

She had to nip this latest attempt of her mother’s in the bud.

“Mom, first of all, I’ve told you I can find my own dates…”