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“There is no way I’m telling him we didn’t think Dillion would say yes,” Carolyn said. “Do you know how that sounds? It’s insulting.”

“Good point,” she said. Carolyn pulled her phone out. “What are you doing?”

“Calling Jax’s office to see if he’s available.”

“What are you going to tell him?” she asked.

“I’ll figure it out if he is,” Carolyn said, hitting the buttons and then putting it on speaker. “Hi, yes, is Jax available? It’s Carolyn Fierce. I was there about an hour ago.”

“Let me check,” the woman said, “Oops, it looks like he’s on a call. Would you like me to transfer you to his voicemail?”

“Yes,” Carolyn said. Jax’s voice came on to leave a message. “Hi, Jax, Carolyn Fierce here. We just talked to Dillion. She said yes she’s interested, but had a patient and we had to leave before we could get her contact information. Once I get it, I’ll pass it on. Bye.”

“That was good,” Diane said.

“Not bad considering this didn’t go any way we had planned,” Carolyn said.

“Which is funny since we always wished it did go this way. You’d think we’d be more prepared!”

11

START HIS DAY

There she was.

The woman he was supposed to be set up with.

The one that he’d been too much of a chicken shit to ask out himself.

Shewanted to be set up with him.

Yet here he was sitting in his car two days later listening to the end of some song as his excuse to not walk in and open his damn mouth.

He wasn’t trying to avoid her, just the awkwardness of this situation since neither of the Fierce women had reached out to give him Dillion’s contact information.

“I’m not afraid of her,” he told himself. “This is ridiculous.” He turned the music up. “I just like this song a lot.”

She opened the door to the building and walked in, his song ended as if it was meant to happen, so he got out of his car and strode toward the main entrance with the confidence he always had marching into work to start his day.

Like always, very few cars were here yet other than construction vehicles pulling in and out.

He got to the door and whipped it open with more force than needed, it slipping out of his fingers and flinging back. He grabbed it quickly to pull it closed hoping no one saw him.

And...there she was again, standing there waiting for him with a massive grin on her face.

Not even at the elevator, but next to the door he’d had to quickly grab before it smacked him on the way back.

“I wasn’t sure if you were trying to avoid me,” she said, smirking.

“No,” he lied. “There was a good song I was listening to.”

She smiled and nodded her head. “I’ve done that before,” she said. “It’s a good way to start the day.”

She bought it!

That it wasn’t he was afraid of being shot down by the woman he had been thinking of way too much. If they didn’t go on a date, then there wouldn’t be the worry of things changing and him not having the fun interactions they always did when they ran into each other.

“It is,” he said.

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