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different. Eric was in it for the long haul and Em was just having a good time and using Eric for everything he was worth."
                "Ah, he was more serious than she was?"
                "Pretty much," Brad shrugged. "It wasn't meant to be. So as a result you'll find Eric has high standards for the women he dates. He's only been out with a couple of women since then and it was only dinner and a movie and he never saw them again. I think he's become an apt bullshit detector in his old age."
                She laughed. "Like how old? You're both like early thirties or something?"
                A huge grin spread over Brad's face. "Thank you. That's one hell of a compliment. I'm forty-two. Eric's thirty-eight."
                Giving him her best look of disbelief she said, "You're pulling my chain."
                "Wouldn't that be somethin'?" He gave her a smile. Just then a customer approached him, pulling his attention away from the Amy.
    Once Eric came up from the back, he took the register and she spent the rest of the day restocking books and straightening shelves. A lot of customers didn't bother putting books back exactly where they found them, which she found somewhat annoying. Especially when they left the baby care books in the horror novels, which was amusing, but still annoying. By the time five o'clock rolled around she was starving.
                "Amy," Brad called out from his desk in his gruff drill sergeant voice.
                She jumped, dropping two of the magazines from the stack she had. Setting them down she hurried over to the corner. "Yes Sir?"
                His expression softened and his eyes seemed to light up a little when he saw her. "We're getting delivery take-out from the deli for dinner. What do you want?"
                Out of the corner of her eye she caught Eric give Brad a certain look. She wasn't quite sure what the look was, but it was knowing; as if they shared some secret or conversation about her. They’d been doing it since she started and it kind of bothered her. She told him what she wanted then went back to work. While they ate a few customers came through and the conversation changed to sports and she tuned it out, concentrating instead on how nice the store was looking.
                That's when she walked in. The woman was decked out in black latex pants and patent leather spiked heels and if her cleavage had been any more ample it would have fallen out of her tight black blouse. She had long slicked back auburn hair pulled tight into a pony tail, red lipstick to match her perfect red nails and she was wearing dark sunglasses despite the fact that it was already dark. Some eighties tune, she didn’t recall who sang it since it was before her time, about wearing sunglasses at night ran through her mind. Focusing, she regained control over her expression.
                The woman, who oozed a great deal of confidence, breezed to the counter and only regarded Amy with a brief glance. "Hello, Brad, dear."
                "Kali," he greeted.
                Amy almost rolled her eyes, but stopped herself. It figured the dragon lady would go by a name like Kali. Wasn't that a Hindu goddess of destruction? She wondered. She'd have to look it up online later.  
                The woman let herself back behind the counter and gave Eric a wordless hug. "So do you have my full order?"
                "I left you a message saying I did," Brad said, still cool and composed.  He got up. "It's in the back. Should be enough room for you to try it all out."
                She pouted. "Too bad I didn't bring Mike. Any takers?"
                Eric put up his hands in mock surrender. ""Don't look at me. Only in your wildest dreams."
                She threw her head back and laughed then gave Brad a narrowed