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rodeo. I want freedom, so I broke it off. No biggie. How’s Chase by the way?” Julie asks, attempting nonchalant but failing miserably.
    Julie ’s had a thing for Chase since we were in high school, but he doesn’t share her feelings. She tries not to sound affected by him, but she isn’t skilled at it.
    “He’s fine. You know Chase always has his hand in somebody’s cookie jar.” I change the subject when I spot the look of disappointment on her face.
    “Guess whom I ran into at the magazine on Monday.”
    “I hate the guessing game,” she says halfheartedly, “Who?”
    “Damian.”
    She bolts up with a stunned look on her face, mouth open wide.
    “Really?”
    “Yep…He’s Mr. Hunt.”
    “Wait, rewind…Damian is Mr. Hunt as in, playboy billionaire, Damian Hunt?”
    “Yep, the one and only.”
    A look of clarity brushes over her face. “I thought he looked familiar, but in the pictures I’ve seen, he’s always wearing a suit and his hair’s longer.”
    “I’d never heard of him before. Anyway, he invited me to lunch, and it went horribly. He’s all stop and go. He wants me, and then we shouldn’t be together. I thought it was over after that, but on Thursday, he sent me a large bouquet of white lilies and a note with a puzzling exp lanation and an apology for his behavior. We’re supposed to get together to talk about us after he gets back from a trip on Monday. So, I guess we’re back to wanting again.”
    “Are you? Going to see him I mean.”
    “Yeah, I want to. Hunt is stunning, obviously intelligent, and harbors a darkness within beckoning to me. Even with his mood swings, I still want to be around him…Do you think I should?”
    “The guy’s known to be a player, b ut you can’t always believe what you read. You should at least hear what he has to say on the matter. Give it a chance.”
    I lie there thinking of Hunt, what I expect from him . He keeps saying he can’t give me what I want. How does he know? I don’t even know myself, so how could he?
    “I want to, but he’s all over the place. I’m afraid to put myself out there only to be shamed and rebuffed.”
    “You’re so fucking negative when it comes to yourself. He’s chasing you around and sending flowers. I know he says one thing, but his actions are expressing something altogether different. You need to stop obsessing over it and wait to see what he says on Monday…He likes you. I saw the way he was staring at you in the club. He is one smitten kitten. Trust.”
    “You really think so?”
    “I don’t think, I know. Smitten.”
    I grin broadly, hugging myself on the inside, as I realize how much I want this gorgeous man, and he may genuinely want me, too. I revel in the thought.
     
    I feel refreshed and limp after my day at the spa. I head home with plans of making dinner and staying in for the night. I’m walking through the door when my cell rings, and my heart starts to pound. I want it to be Damian. I already miss hearing his voice, him. I drop my crap on the table next to the front door and eagerly rifle through my purse to find the phone. I check the ID and feel a pang of disappointment when I see it’s Chase.
    I pick it up en route to my bedroom.
    “Hey. What’s up?”
    “Hey. I’m fucking bored. Would you wanna to hang out? We can do dinner and a movie.”
    “What, no big, hot date? Chase, are you slipping?” I tease.
    He chuckles and lets out a long sigh. “Hardly. I don’t want to do the date thing, I’d much rather chill with you. Do you want me to come over? I can pick up some grub on the way, and we can watch a movie.”
    “I was going to hang out at home alone with a cup of noodles, but your plan sounds better.” I glance at the clock on the nightstand next to my bed, which says it’s five. “What time should I expect you?”
    “I can be there in thirty or so. We can do the early bird thing.”
    “Great. See you in thirty.”
    “I’ll see you then. Bye, Grandma.”
    “Bye to you,