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I need a date.

More than a date.

A girlfriend whose reputation and grace will make me look like a reformed man.

Ramsey drops the wet butt in the trash can.

“Tell him I’m bringing a date,” I say, moving toward the sliding door that leads to the living area.

“Do you actually have a date?” Ramsey calls.

“No, but I’m working on it.”

CHAPTER 7

Colette

While Sunday is a day of rest for most, it’s typically my busiest. Running errands, meal preparation for the week, laundry, and cleaning. There’s something so satisfying about getting organized for the week ahead. With all the time I devoted to Hannah and James’s wedding events this past week, I’ve got even more on my plate to put my life back in order.

My to-do list is long, and I just added another item to it.

Find more passion in my life.

This morning when I woke up, I went straight to my laptop and started filling out a profile on one of those sites where you want to meet people and hang out. I’m not even going to say the four-letter word.

Then I got overwhelmed and took a break for my traditional Sunday morning yoga class. Now, I’m all Zen and hoping it will make finishing my profile less intimidating.

I’m walking down Sixty-Ninth Street, on my way home, when Hannah calls.

“Good morning, Mrs. McKenzie,” I answer playfully, and she squeals with delight. “How are you this morning?”

She sighs. “Happy, but exhausted.”

“I can only imagine.”

“For future reference, I don’t recommend inviting five hundred people to your wedding. I didn’t want to leave anyone out, so I think I spent thirty seconds with each guest.”

“Wow. I only talked to about twenty people last night and I was ready to find a quiet, dark room to recharge in.”

Her laugh is light and airy, then she says, “Hunter said he saw you dancing with Rhys. Thank you for taking one for the team.”

With her mention of Rhys, my thoughts easily drift back to my time with him last night.

Rhys was not what I had been expecting. Neither was the dream I had about him.

Strong, firm hands wrapped around me. His deep, husky voice whispering in my ear.Fuck.

Even thinking about it now is making me sweat.

But when I woke up, all hot and bothered from the dream, I refused to reach for my vibrator. I didn’t want to have Rhys on my mind when my orgasm hit. It felt weird, like somehow, he would know.

I don’t know why, because after last night, it’ll probably be a decade before I see him again, but I didn’t want to risk it.

“It was no problem. He was easier to distract than I thought he’d be,” I say, stopping at the ‘no walk’ signal at Amsterdam Avenue.

“Yeah? That’s good to hear. Maybe I had nothing to worry about. The suite was beautiful, thank you for making it special.”

“I’m happy you liked it. Sophie helped me get organized with a lot of it.”

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