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    She’ll call. Just be patient, he thought.
    Easier said than done. Alex had never been a patient man.
    * * * * *
    Olivia had wanted to call Alex the second she reached her apartment. She had wanted to hear his deep voice over the phone, wanted to hear his response when she invited him into her bed.
    But, of course, she didn’t tell Christie these intimate details when she recounted the entire situation to her the next morning. She also didn’t relay to her dearest friend that she spent the rest of the night staring at his contact information, trying to wrap her mind around the whole evening. Alex Matlock was the name he typed in. It was unreal, yet the proof that the evening had actually transpired was clearly inputted into her phone.
    Christie dropped by the shop before it opened. Once Olivia was confident that Sarah and Alice could handle preparations for the next half hour without her, she met the clearly excited woman at her shop’s front door to let her in.
    The moment the door opened, her boisterous friend practically shrieked. “All of my wildest dreams are coming true! You’re finally free of that super lame, dirt bag, cheating tyrant and you’re going to get laid—”
    Olivia slapped a hand over her overly thrilled friend’s mouth. “Will you keep your voice down? Sarah and Alice are in the back,” she said in a low voice. But Olivia couldn’t help the smile that crept over her features.
    “How can I keep my voice down at a time like this? Livy, please, please tell me you’ve Googled him so I can at least see a picture. It would make my morning.”
    “How did I get saddled with a nut like you?” Olivia mumbled in exasperation.
    Olivia had met Christie during college. Olivia had been taking courses in Business Administration whereas Christie proudly represented the Liberal Arts. But fatefully, they crossed each other’s paths when they both joined their college’s book club the same semester. They bonded over poorly written horror novels and making fun of the group’s president, who made them read an extensive amount of Plato as a hazing method.
    Olivia was the more reserved of the two. Christie was anything but reserved. She currently worked as an assistant to the curator of the wackiest modern art gallery Olivia had ever seen. Not that she told Christie that. Nevertheless, they balanced one another nicely.
    “Less talky…more pictures,” Christie demanded, holding out her hand like she thought Olivia had made printouts. Her numerous bangles jingled and chimed as she bobbed her arm excitedly.
    Olivia collapsed into a chair at one of the three tables in her small shop. “I don’t have any pictures, Christie. And no, I didn’t Google him either.”
    Christie actually pouted as she dropped into the chair opposite Olivia. “You’re no fun.” She instantly brightened though as another thought crossed her mind. “But you are going to sleep with him, right?”
    “I don’t know,” Olivia said, wincing when it sounded like a whine. “I keep thinking that it’s…”
    “Slutty? Oh please, Livy. If this hunk is anywhere near as hot as you tell me he is, then I say slut it up! You deserve to have some meaningless, hot sex with a smokin’ hot guy. God I can just imagine the look on Miles’ stupid face if he ever found out.” Christie mumbled the last part almost to herself.
    The thought sobered Olivia. “That’s another thing, Christie. Do you think it’s too soon?”
    Christie stared at her, her mouth slightly ajar. “Are you kidding me? No! That jerk cheated on you, Livy. For over a year .” Olivia flinched, the knowledge still searing her to the core, even as her face burned with embarrassment. “If it were me, I would have slept with someone the very next day just to get back at that loser.”
    “But I’m not you,” she murmured. Christie instantly softened when she heard the tired voice of her friend. “I know what he did was terrible and that I didn’t deserve it. But