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sigh of relief.
    "So what happened?"
    "We talked all night," she continues.   "We exchanged numbers, but I couldn't stop thinking about him so I called him this morning."   Gutsy as always.   "We're meeting for coffee later."
    "That explains the pink and extra blast of perfume."
    "I'm not wearing this ."   She looks down at her clothes as if she's wearing muddy sweat bottoms.
    "My mistake," I mutter.   Who knew what she really thought of the clothes I wore to work every day.
    "I'm planning on changing before."   She picks up her phone, moving back to the subject of me and marriage.   "So . . . tell me his name.   I want to see a picture."   She scrolls through news updates on her screen.   Her finger stops and she stares at the air behind me like she's in a trance.
    "Holly?"
    She looks up, biting her lip.   She slinks back in her chair and sizes me up like she used to do to Judy Watkins in the sixth grade before a soccer game.   "Holly," I repeat.   "What's wrong?"
    "Rex."   The mention of his name sends my pulse into overdrive.
    "Yeah," I reply.   "That's his name.   Rex.   How did you-"   My question is answered as she turns her phone around and reveals the picture from last night with the headline hotel billionaire finally checks in.   I can't help but look amused.   "Oh that."
    "Kat," she sighs.   "We've got a problem."
    "How big?"   My stomach churns.   I didn't like where this was going.   "Holly?"
    "That's the guy," she finally says, throwing a hand in the air.   "That's him. "
    "What?   Wait do you know him or something?"
    "No, Kat."   Her jaw tenses as she tries to explain.   "Rex is my guy."
    "No," I shake my head.   "See that picture there?   He was my date last night."
    "Kat!   I'm meeting Rex for coffee in like an hour."
    It finally clicks.   My lungs feel like they might freeze up and shatter into a million pieces.   I have to focus just to breathe.
    "No," I mutter.   Things were going perfect, but this was the catch.   My best friend was falling for the same guy.   My guy.   The guy I'd fantasized about marrying all night.   The guy that took me for a romantic dinner then kissed me on the terrace.   "How?"   I wrack my brain trying to think of how Rex could have met Holly the same day he met me.   "The charity thing your students performed at . . . that wasn't a hospital charity thing by chance?"   A   light bulb turns on in Holly's head.   "Hell just froze over."   Holly looks down at her salad.   Silence.
    Holly didn't have to say it because I knew she thinking it.   She didn't want to back off, even though technically I had dibs.   But once her mind was made up it was impossible to change.   My heart sinks.   It was either say goodbye to my perfect evening or lose Rex to a blonde goddess that happened to be my BF.
    "Another good one gone," I mumble.   Still nothing but silence.   Would Holly give up her chance at marrying the man of our dreams to make me happy?   Nope.   "Maybe we should both just-"
    "Unless," she decidedly speaks.   I fold my arms, waiting for the dreaded but.
    "No.   No.   And no.   If it involves some kind of scheme that will blow up in our faces later, no way."
    "Don't you want to know what kind of guy he really is?"
    "He's the kind that will be engaged next month.   To ONE girl.   Emphasis on the ONE.   So I take it you're still going to meet him later?"   Holly twirls her hair.   My chest heaves.   Holly looks me in the eye, still with the look she used to give Judy Watkins before she crushed her team on the field.
    "Before you lecture me," she begins.   "Let's look at the facts."
    "Holly-"
    "Hold up!"   She waves her hand in the air.   "I'm just doing what you normally do.   Point out the obvious."   The obvious involved my engagement party, my golden silverware, and a single best friend.   I bite my tongue.
    "This'll be interesting."
    "First, you and I are both falling for him.   Second, Rex passes the check list.