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restaurants pulled in hefty monthly rentals, and purchasing one of the more sought after spaces had an even larger price tag. The tree lined streets twinkled with bright blue LED lights in the evening. The area was in constant motion as the who’s who of the area came and went.
    Looking around the rapidly filling restaurant Tasia grabbed Alex by the wrist and led her to the polished bar, grabbing two empty seats near the end. The professional offices that filled in the spaces between the shops had closed for the evening, and the suits had come out to play. It was what Dallas and Alex often referred to yuppies’ play time. It wasn’t her scene, it wasn’t Dallas’s either. Both preferred the peacefulness of nature’s nighttime noises—crickets, birds, owls, an occasional plane that flew over. Their favorite social life was gathering around her grandparents’ dinner table every Sunday night.
    Tasia, on the other hand, thrived on the energy of the bigger city and dragged Alex along as often as she could. Even though Tasia couldn’t legally drink, it didn’t stop the men from offering to buy her a one. That was the one and only reason Alex begrudgingly chaperoned.
    “Ice tea for me, please, oh and no lemon. Thank you.” Alex smiled at the waiter and busied herself with the menu. In shorts, a silk tank and wedges, she was starting to feel underdressed as the business men and woman quickly took over the bar and grille, as if it was their personal Tuesday night hangout.
    After placing an order for her go-to food, a boring house salad and grilled chicken with the dressing on the side, a second habit kicked in. Alex didn’t even realize it until she saw the quirked eyebrow on Tasia’s face. Looking down, Alex saw her cell in her hand and knew she’d been caught. She wasn’t trying to be sneaky and sly, it was, well—habit. Alex didn’t bother to explain or argue, but seeing there weren’t any messages or missed calls sent her already hurt heart plunging.
    Tasia glanced at her wrist, “It’s only three-thirty there. His plane isn’t due to land for at least another forty-five minutes. Don’t worry.” When her friend stalled, Alex looked up from the blank cell she’d been staring at. “Alex, seriously. Don’t worry. He will call.”
    “I don’t know Tay, you weren’t there when he left. It was different this time. It was beyond awkward, it was…it was like, it wasn’t just ‘hey I gotta run, I’ll be back as soon as I can’. It was more—final. Like he…I don’t know.”
    “He just needs to pull his head out of his ass and screw it back on straight. You know him. He’ll hit the track. That’s where he’s always solved his problems. As soon as he’s processed how he’s fucked up so royally, he’ll be back on the next plane home.”
    She wasn’t sure what to say, her heart and her stupidity had been laid out for everyone to see. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to run away and hide from it the way Dallas had. “It’s—”
    “Excuse me.” Tasia’s eyebrow went up, so Alex turned to the deep voice over her right shoulder. “I don’t mean to interrupt you ladies, but aren’t you Alexandra Sterling?”
    Fame found her through not only the racing family she’d been raised in, but because she had the well-known, well-respected honor of being James Noland’s granddaughter. He’d made his fortune and their lives were easy and comfortable beyond measure, but what garnered more attention in the business community was the fact that James Noland was an extraordinary philanthropist. Though the academy took up a great deal of her time, Alex was heavily involved with the charitable organization her grandparents set up, and was becoming more and more recognizable due to the local news coverage over the years. The family was tied to several nonprofit projects, and Alex went out of her way to find lesser-known children’s charities to support.
    She stilled for a moment. The day she’d had left