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“Okay, yeah. That’s about all he’s good for.”

I laughed.

Myles looked back at me and smiled. “Hey, Cassie? You wanna get dinner this weekend?”

Whoa.

“I would love that.”

“Okay. Are you free tonight?”

I grinned. “I am.”

“Okay. I’ll text you an address. Meet me there?”

“Will do.”

“Okay. I gotta run, but…see you tonight.” He leaned to kiss me once more, then hurried out after Eric.

* * * * *

Damn, I looked good.

I stood in the mirror in the master bathroom. It still felt weird to even be in here, but it was the only full-length mirror in the house. And I’d needed to check my outfit before I went out on a date with Myles.

And I looked hot.

I’d bought a bodycon dress not too long ago as a ‘maybe one day’ sort of piece. It was green, almost the same color as my eyes, and fit like it was made for me. With a belt to accentuate my waist and a little shrug, it made a good outfit.

My high heels were in my bag. I hated driving in heels; I’d wear flip flops to drive, and put on the shiny black pumps when I got to the restaurant. Which, I learned from a quick online search, turned out to be an upscale seafood place with a good bar.

I nodded one more time, approving my outfit. I looked good, and I felt good.

Except for the nerves.

Because I’d decided to drive the Porsche.

It was mine now. And Noah had always offered to let me drive it, back when Mom was alive and I came to visit often.

I’d always turned him down because I was terrified of what might happen to a car that expensive.

But now, with all of my inheritance, I could handle it if I messed it up. And besides, I was a responsible driver. I’d be fine.

But I was still nervous.

I went downstairs, heels and purse in hand, and grabbed the keys from the hook by the door.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath and got behind the wheel.

Everything was exactly how Noah had left it. The seat was set far back; a Jimmy Buffett CD kicked on.

For a moment, my heart clenched.

I took a deep breath.

First, I adjusted the seat. I moved it forward until I could comfortably reach the wheel.

I synced my phone to the Bluetooth and turned Jimmy Buffett off. The CD could stay in the player, but I’d rather listen to my music.

I adjusted the mirror and sighed. “Thanks, Noah. This is really nice.”

And I was off, driving along the beach to the restaurant Myles had picked.

I parked and changed my shoes before going in. When I saw Myles sitting at the bar, wearing jeans and a blazer, I smiled.

This was going to be a good night.

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