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The elevator doors slide open, and Isabella walks toward us. “Ladies. I’m glad you’re all here. Liam and I are planning a get-together this weekend, and we want you to come.”

“I’ll see you later, girls.” I nod and take a step toward my office.

“Saylor.”

“Yes?” I spin on my heel to face my boss.

“That includes you.”

“Oh….” A get-together at Isabella’s house. To say I’m surprised by the invite is an understatement. Not that she’s been anything but kind and supportive since I began working for her three months ago, but I wasn’t expecting her to include me in her circle of friends.

Oh, work. She probably needs me to organize it. “I would be happy to help. What do you need me to do?”

“I’m not inviting you to work. I’m inviting you to come to my home and hang out as a friend. If you haven’t noticed, this is a family-focused organization.”

“Clearly.” Ashley laughs as her cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. I could never pull that off. Cute is not happening when I blush. “There’re so many couples in the building. We need scorecards to keep up.”

“Thank you. That’s nice of you to think of me.” Tears sting my eyes. I blink to keep them from spilling over my eyelashes. The last thing I want to do is get all mushy and drive them away, but I retreated into studying and reading after my parent’s death. I graduated from high school as valedictorian and made the President’s List in college every semester.

But I didn’t have friends. And boys? I’m twenty-two and have never been properly kissed. Need I say more?

Will Knox be there? Adrenaline rushes through me, leaving my armpits damp. Why did I wear a sweater? It’s not like the building is cold. Now I need a cold shower.

Don’t be ridiculous. It doesn’t matter if he’s there or not. He’s got a girlfriend. Remember? A sexy, skinny woman who’s comfortable in her skin and body. That’s so not me.

It’s immature to believe new clothes and a haircut will turn me into a woman guy’s drool over.

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