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nodding in and out of
    consciousness, thinking about what I should text to him in the morning. I look at the clock - twelve thirty. Thinking about my daydream in the shower - two a.m. Thinking about Sarah and Chris - four fifteen a.m. All these thoughts are running through my mind, depriving me of sleep. I finally fall asleep around
    five a.m. with a total of two hours solid sleep before my alarm sounds.
    * * *
    As the taxi pulls up in front of work, I say thank you to the turban wearing Indian driver.
    “Keep the change,” I say with a smile.
    He snatches the money out of my hand like I’ve insulted him.
    “Jeez,” I say under my breath as I make my way through the large sliding gates. I’m nearly at the front door of the office
    building when I see Mel pull up to her usual parking space.
    Mel is a great boss. She’s older than me, probably in her late fifties, but she never tells anyone exactly how old she is. She’s a very
    pretty, slim, tall redhead who always wears designer glasses and her hair in a bun. She looks every bit the PA to the owner of ADF Automotive Repairs, who happens to be her husband, John. They are a lovely couple and have worked hard
    for what they have. They have four children, CJ, Amy, Jade, and Skye, who Mel says are, “all grown up these days,”but the youngest three still live at home. She has a picture of her four children on her desk, taken with Santa when they were all quite young.
    I greet Mel as she gets out of her car. “Good morning, Mel.”
    She smiles and waves. She has coffee in one hand, her handbag and keys in the other, and envelopes in her mouth. I start to laugh as I walk
    over to help her.
    “Need a hand?”
    I can hear her laugh as I grab her keys and handbag, freeing her hand to take the pink square envelopes from her mouth.
    We walk together inside. Mel proceeds to her office as I
    turn on my computer, load up my emails, turn the answering machine off, and get ready for another day of work.
    A delivery truck pulls up outside the reception office, and a man dressed in a green uniform walks in with a massive bunch of flowers,
    gerberas, oriental lilies, and other little filler flowers in a lovely vase wrapped with ribbon and pink mesh. They are so amazing. I assume they are for Mel.
    “A delivery for a Miss Jenifer Taylor.”
    “Are you sure they are not for Melinda Starke?”
    He looks at the information in his file. “No, definitely for Miss Jenifer Taylor.”
    I sign for the delivery, and the driver leaves.

Chapter 5
    Iopen the card, which is very neatly handwritten.
     
    Miss Taylor,
    Please accompany me to dinner Friday night at five thirty. I’d like to pick you up and take you out as promised to apologize for my
    “moronic” behavior yesterday. Please feel free to text me your address or, alternatively, somewhere you would feel comfortable being picked up from.
    I look forward to seeing you.
    Aiden
     
    I stare at the note in disbelief as I smile uncontrollably.
    I place the flowers at the side of my desk and check the
    water level. “Oh. My. God,” I say out loud, but luckily no one is around to hear me. The butterflies in my stomach start to flutter. I sit down in my chair and read the note over and realize it doesn’t tell me what sort of attire I
    should wear.
    “Urgh.” Stupid men always making things difficult, and what’s with the picking-me-up thing? What if I don’t want to be picked up? Do I even get a choice in the matter? Stubborn men. I should text him and tell him
    I’m not coming. Who am I kidding? I know I’m going. I have to email Sarah.
     
    To: Sarah Carlisle
    From: Jenifer Taylor
    Subject: Special delivery!
    Hey Sez,
    Looks like I have to say thanks to Chris. His “play it cool” card worked. I received a special delivery of flowers in a gorgeous vase this
    morning from Aiden. It had a hand-written card attached to it. Very neatly written, it says exactly:
    “Miss Taylor, please accompany me to dinner Friday night at five