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believed me. “Do you like your job as a paralegal?”
    “I work for my brother’s law firm. It was pretty much the only job I could get.”
    “You didn’t really answer my question.”
    I sighed. “Sometimes, when I’m sitting in my cubicle, I think beating my head against the desk would be less painful than my job.”
    “That good, huh” he teased.
    “It’s my dream job,” I joked.
    “What is your dream job? Your real one. If you could do anything in the world, what would you do?”
    My first response was to shrug. I had never thought about what I really wanted to do with my life. I usually never thought beyond the weekend and the next party.
    “I have no idea,” I said finally.
    Brett was quiet for a moment, then he said, “Well, what did you want to be when you were little?”
    “Grown up,” I said without hesitation. “From the time I was eight years old, I can remember wanting to be pretty and popular and the life of the party.”
    “Well, you are all those things .” He was quiet for a moment then he said, “What about being a party planner?”
    I had never thought about it. Did people actually get paid to plan parties? If so, that was the job I wanted.
    He continued. “We could do some research on it and see if it’s a viable profession.”
    “Thanks. That would mean a lot to me.”
    I could see a small smile form in the corner of Brett’s face. 
    By the time we got to his place, I felt exhausted. Traveling always wore me out. All I wanted to do was have a hot shower and go to sleep.
    Brett’s townhouse was amazing. It made my tiny apartment seem like a dump, which it really wasn’t, but it wasn’t nice either. Winter and I lived marginally better than I did when I was in college, when I actually did live in a dump. Winter and I had what you might call a starter apartment.
    Brett’s place was no starte r. The townhouse was expertly decorated and looked like a model home or the feature story in a home design magazine.
    When I glanced over at Brett, his face was lined with tension. I hoped he wasn’t regretting inviting me to spend the weekend with him.
    “Well, what do you think?” He motioned around the place. He seemed to be holding his breath waiting for my response.
    “It’s incredible—truly spectacular.”
    He breathe d a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you like it. It’s already paid for so I’m kind of stuck here for a while.”
    “You own this place?” I tried not to sound too shocked.
    He suddenly looked embarrassed.
    “That’s not a bad thing,” I said quickly. “It’s just…we’ve only been out of college a year. I know you have a great job but this place must have cost a fortune.”
    He nodded. “I inherited some money when my aunt passed away. I was her only nephew. It was enough to buy this place. I did a few internships when I was in college and saved enough money for all of the furniture and decor.”
    I was so impressed with everything about Brett but at the same time, I could feel myself shrinking. For the first time in my life, I felt intimidated by a guy.
    “Let me show you to your room .” Brett grabbed my bag and we headed up the stairs.
    There were two fully decorated guest bedrooms with a bat hroom between them. There was also a small open study, where Brett had a desk and computer, and what looked like a gaming area with a sleek flat screen television and video games.
    “You can stay in either room,” Brett offered. “But I thought you might like this one better.”
    He led me into a room that was decorated in beautiful floral prints like a Monet painting.
       “I call i t my garden room,” he said as he placed my bag on the twin bed.
    By this time, my head was spinning out of control. Why was he putting me in a guest bedroom? I had assumed we’d be sleeping in his bedroom. Why didn’t he want me in his room? What was I even doing here? Had I made a big mistake ? I could feel my heart start to race and I actually felt lightheaded with