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Chapter Four

Danielle

I was out on the town with my best friend, Lisa. It was Friday, I’d had half a week of work, and everything in my life had changed. At least, it felt that way. Nothing was different on the outside, there was nothing new to see, but on the inside, it felt like everything had shifted and rearranged to create something new.

We sat at a bar, our cocktails being made in front of us. “I can’t believe you started a new job, and I’m only hearing about it now,” Lisa said.

“It’s been a little bit busy,” I said.

Lisa ran her hands through her shoulder-length blonde hair. She was my opposite in every way. Where I was dark-haired, she was fair. Where I had green eyes, she had hazel. Where I was curvy, she was built like a runway model.

“Yeah, too busy perving over Rodney,” Lisa said, and I laughed. I shook my head, denying it, but she was right. I had been perving over him.

“It’s just a push with the new job, that’s all,” I said, pulling up one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. “Besides, I really enjoy it. It’s nice to be busy again.”

“Oh, what? As if you weren’t busy with your degree for the last four years? Come on, I thought we were going to do summer together. Now I have to road trip and drink and hit on guys while you’re being responsible.” She said the word “responsible” as if it had a bad taste.

“My dad insisted I get a job. What could I do? Besides, Rodney offered. What would you have done?”

Lisa rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. “Yeah, okay. I understand that part. If I had a secret crush and he asked me to work with him, I wouldn’t turn it down either. But the first part about doing what your dad says? That is so unlike you.”

I shrugged again. She was right. I didn’t like doing what my parents asked of me. I had always been a bit of a rebel, but again, my interest in Rodney had won out.

Lisa was unhappy that I was going somewhere in my life, but not because she was jealous. I had known Lisa since high school, and we had done everything together. Where I had always known I would make a career for myself, Lisa had been happy cruising through life without a goal. Even now, after we had both graduated and gotten our degrees, Lisa was happy to throw it away by partying for a living. The only reason she studied at all, in my opinion, was because she had been bored.

“So, have you hit on him yet?” Lisa asked.

I laughed, shaking my head. “I can’t even begin to tell you how wrong that would be,” I said, even though I had been flirting with Rodney shamelessly. “Not only is he my boss, he is also my dad’s best friend. Can you imagine the kind of trouble I would get in?”

I paid for our cocktails–I had a job now, after all–and Lisa took hers, sipping the straw.

“We both know you’ve never been scared of trouble,” Lisa said.

She was right. I always flirted with trouble, playing footsie with it under the table that was life.

My phone rang, vibrating against my arm, and I fished for it in my handbag.

“Speak of the devil,” I said when Rodney’s name appeared on the screen.

“Are you going to answer it?” Lisa asked.

I gave her a look that suggested it was a stupid question and pressed talk. I held the phone to my ear, blocking my other ear with my hand so I could hear better.

“Danielle, is this a bad time?” Rodney asked, his voice deep and smooth over the phone.

“Not at all,” I said. “Is everything all right?”

“Yes, yes, perfectly fine. I’m calling to ask if you are available tomorrow night by any chance. I need someone to watch Tommy. I know it’s short notice.”

“Oh, that’s all right,” I said. “I’m not busy tomorrow night. I’d love to come watch him for you. I haven’t seen him in a while.”

Rodney thanked me and promised me he would send me a text with the time as soon as his meeting was finalized.

Before going to college, I had taken a gap year and hadn’t seen Tommy the entire time. Since then, I had been back, but busy with college and studying, so I had spent less time with the kid. It was a pity. He was a sweet boy.

Rodney’s son, Tommy, was ten years old now. His mother Chrissy had died when Tommy was only three months old, and I had been willing to help Rodney out babysitting when he needed a break. I had become very close to Tommy, and even though we hadn’t seen as much of each other as in the beginning, the boy still had a very special place in my heart.

“So, babysitting his son again?” Lisa asked. She had overheard my conversation, of course.

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