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be fine.” She looks at me and she can sense
my apprehension. “You can always just call me if you need me to come rescue
you. I don’t think you would have agreed to go with him if you didn’t trust
Connor. You have good instincts girlie.”
    Yeah, I thought I had good instincts too. That didn’t turn
out to be the truth. But, that was eight years ago. I’ve grown since then, and
my heart is telling me that Connor is a good guy.   “Fine, lets go. I need a manicure desperately. My treat!” I tell
her.
    Michelle lets out her annoying girly squeal and hops up
dragging me away from the table. I throw some cash down by our plates and let
her lead me away. It looks like she gets to play dress up again.

Chapter Seven
    The clock on the microwave reads 6:45 pm. I’m pacing the
kitchen. Michelle left a little over an hour ago so she could pick up Gabbi for
their “dinner date” before meeting Connor and I at Silver. I’ve had two cups of
coffee in the last little bit. That probably wasn’t the brightest idea. I don’t
need the caffeine in my system when my nerves are already high.
    Despite Michelle’s insistence, I settled on wearing an outfit
that I would be most comfortable in. I have on my favorite pair of dark indigo
boot cut jeans and a turquoise sleeveless top. The top is one of those
“mock-wrap” style shirts that pull in at the waist, but the only downside to
that is with my bountiful blessings in the cleavage department, the neckline is
quite low cut. Michelle made me take off the camisole I wanted to wear under
it. I matched this with a pair of leopard print ballet flats. I was not going
to another club in heels. I wanted to be able to walk without stumbling into
Connor again, although, my mind thinks that stumbling and being caught by him
may not be such a bad thing.
    A knock on my door stops me in my tracks. I take a deep
breath and make my way to the door. You can do this Lynae.
    I open the door, and just like when I saw him this morning,
Connor takes my breath away. He is dressed in dark jeans and a light blue
button down shirt that he left untucked. The sleeves are rolled up just above
his elbows, and I can see part of the tattoo on his right arm again. Looking at
this man makes my stomach flip. I can’t remember the last time I felt like
this.
    “Sweetness, you’re looking absolutely edible tonight.”
Connor purrs as he walks into the apartment looking around at the space I call
home.
    The foyer of my apartment opens up into a spacious living
room with the kitchen off to the side. I’ve decorated it with a “comfy” feel to
it. An oversized couch and loveseat combo with lots of throw pillows in all
different colors and a zebra print rug add a bit of whimsy to it. At least
that’s what I think it looks like. I have lots of photos of Michelle and Gabbi
at work, and hanging out here. I also have several photos of Sly and I ranging
from when we first met to present.
    Connor picks up one of the pictures of Sly and I from the
bookshelf next to the loveseat. “Who is this? I saw a pic of you two as your
wallpaper on your phone.” He’s holding one of my favorite pictures of us. Sly
was carrying me piggyback in front of the big pineapple fountain at Waterfront
Park and Michelle was going crazy snapping pictures of everything with her new
camera. It was one of his first visits here when I started college. My head is
tipped back and I’m laughing. Sly is looking back at me over his shoulder
laughing and smiling as well. It’s times like that, when I’m just hanging out
with Sly and Michelle that I feel totally free and open. “Should I be worried
of a jealous boyfriend?”
    I smile wistfully and shake my head. “Not at all. That’s
just Sly. He’s like the older brother that I never had. We’ve known each other
for years. Sly is my best friend.” I notice a flash of emotion cross Connor’s
face at the words “older brother” as he puts the frame back down, then begins
walking around