Page 17 of Strength

“Yes, it is.”

She knelt to collect the items that had fallen from her bag. I squatted beside her.

“I’m not sure of your reasons for joining the dating agency, but I think they’ve paid off for both of us. We’re clearly attracted to each other.” I picked up a Mercedes matchbox car and stared at it quizzically. Why would she have a child’s toy in her purse?

She quickly snatched it and tossed it back into the bag. She shot to her feet and I followed.

“Olivia.”

She paused. “I’ll see you on Friday, okay? The charity thing.”

“The auction?”

“Right. I’ll meet you there. I promise.”

We stared at each other. She swayed toward me and I found myself leaning toward her again. Then, with a growl, she spun around and unlocked her car.

“See you Friday, beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes as she reversed. “Okay, Mr. Suave. See you on Friday.”

I chuckled and watched her car until her taillights were swallowed up in the traffic.

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