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myself if last night was just a good time for Bentley? I wondered if he would lose interest because we didn’t have sex. He probably already had.
    I walked towards my mother’s gardens when I felt my mood turning sour. Her gardens were amazing and had always been a quiet place for me, a place I could get lost in my own thoughts without the outside world bothering me. I rounded the corner and laid back on a small stone bench along the gravel path.
    I continued to think about Bentley and talked myself out of emailing him a number of times. Maybe I should just forget about him altogether? It would probably be best anyway.
    My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a gorgeous man with dark brown hair and a sparkling smile approaching me.
    “Hi, I’m Landon,” he said. “And you are?”
    “Charlotte Windsor,” I said, relieved that there was finally someone who appeared to be worth talking to. No more Senators and new residents from the hospital. No more people talking about their family and money, who they are and where they’re going. It was possible Landon could give me exactly what I needed; a decent, down to Earth conversation.
    And that’s exactly what we had. A long conversation in the garden, hidden from the pressure and prying eyes of the party. We talked school and sports. The conversation was dominated by the subject of our majors. Being a history major and buff, I quizzed him on all the famous Boston sites and he was on point with most of the answers. He was definitely well-read.
    Time slipped away from both of us and at dusk, the solar powered lights in the garden came to life, signaling us to return to the party since the fireworks display would start after sunset. We walked hand-in-hand to find a spot on the lawn. Through the nice chit-chat, he was trying to put the moves on me. Inching closer, putting his hand around the small of my back and moving his face extremely close to mine. All the actions of someone looking for a kiss, which was something I wouldn’t be giving him.
    As much as a young, single woman would have loved to be in my shoes, I could only think about the man I had spent the night with just hours ago. I had this perfect man in front of me and I wanted the man I had no future with. It was a magical moment and Landon was exactly the kind of guy my parents encouraged me to date. So typical of my life.
    Between the lack of communication from Bentley and the gorgeous man next to me, I was torn by the end of the night. Tonight, I was snuggled next to a Boston dream-boat watching the fireworks, when hours before I had been wrapped in the arms of a tattooed bad boy. I wondered if Trey would have as much of an issue seeing me with Landon as he had seeing me in the same position with Bentley.
    I went from being single since March and planning to stay that way through the summer, to two men wanting to spend time with me. I guess I could never rely on my own plans. It seemed that every time I tried to simplify my life, it got more complex and confusing. My past reminded me vividly that there was no such thing as perfect.
    Landon and I said goodbye and exchanged numbers around eleven when the party started to come to an end.
    Having stayed up until after four in the morning, I was beyond exhausted and ready for bed.

    Normally, Shay came with me to my parents’ picnics. This time, she stayed home, saying she needed the time to get ready for her hot date. She rarely gave guys the time of day, but had no problem pointing out that a woman has needs and apparently it was time for Shay to take care of her needs. I was almost glad to be out of the apartment for the evening.
    Around midnight I got a text message with a picture attached from Shay.
    ‘ Mr. Tattoo ain’t so damn wonderful after all.’ read the caption.
    When I opened the attachment, there was Bentley, sitting in the bar with his arm around some blonde, his hand resting right on her oversized fake tit. It didn’t matter that Trey had warned me