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“I am happy that you’re over your first impression of Nate, though.”

“Me too. I like him a lot. I forgot to tell you that he offered to go with me to my mother’s birthday party.”

“Oh, my God! That is great. Maybe that dickhead will leave you alone with Nate there.”

“I hope so, but I can guarantee that Jarrett will still try to get close to me.”

“Yeah, but I bet Nate will put him in his place.”

“I’d love to see that. Nate is so much better looking, and Jarrett will hate that. He’s also taller and built bigger than Jarrett.”

“I bet Jarrett lacks in more areas than that compared to Nate.” Sydney snorted out a laugh.

“Maybe that’s why Jarrett acts so cocky, because he has a little dick.”

Sydney laughed. “Does he drive a sports car?”

Markie giggled. “He does, but he also has a sedan.”

“I had a feeling he had a sports car, though. Some men think that compensates for having a little dick,” Sydney said, making Markie laugh.

“Oh, I brought a kitten home. The people surrendered her because she meowed too much.”

“Idiots. You’ll give it a good home though. You are such a sucker for animals.”

“I am, but I love them.”

“You should have Nate take you horseback riding.”

“I have never been on a horse in my life.”

“Nothing like it. It’s so calming.”

“I love horses, but they’re so big.”

“It is a long way to fall, and it sure doesn’t feel good hitting that ground.”

“I bet. Well, I’d better go. I just wanted to find out what to wear. I cannot wait to go to dinner with him.”

“Then take him to bed.”

Markie groaned. “It was so hot. What if it was just a fluke? You know, since it happened so fast?”

“Only one way to find out, girl. I’ll let you go. I have to get up early.”

“Okay. Talk soon. Love you.”

“Love you too.” Sydney hung up.

Markie turned the TV off, got up, and headed to the bathroom. She wanted a nice long soak, then she was heading to bed.

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Saturday evening, Nate climbed the stairs to Markie’s apartment and knocked on the door. When it opened, he clenched his jaw to keep it from dropping. She wore a skintight white dress with a band of red around the neckline, sleeves and hemline. It stopped just above her knees. Holy hell! How was he supposed to get through dinner? Then he looked at her feet, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at her.

“Are you trying to kill me?” When a slow smile lifted her lips, he groaned. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“Doing what?”

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