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“What if he’s just trying to get in my pants?”
She tilts her head back and laughs her hearty, booming laugh. Everyone in the café turns to look at her.
“Honey, would that be such a bad thing? You don’t get out much; it could help you relax.”
She waggles her eyebrows at me as I blush and roll my eyes at her.
I turn to look at him and try to make a list of pros and cons.
“You’re never going to know unless you get over there and talk to him. I’ll be right here the whole time, so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
I know she’s right; it’s just been a while since I’ve flirted with a guy.
What if I hate it? What if he’s a jerk?
I take a deep breath and straighten my back, roll my shoulders back, and walk over to this very attractive man. As I walk around the counter, I hear Ms. Poppy’s voice coming softly behind me.
“That’s my girl.”
My lips twitch with a smile. Ms. Poppy has become a maternal figure to me and her approval means the world to me. I step up next to Chandler, and he looks up at me with a smile before extending his hand to the empty chair across from him.
“Please, sit. I promise that I just want to talk.”
I slowly take a seat and pull out my phone.
“I need to text Kayla first to make sure she’s okay with my daughter.”
He nods, a serious look on his face as he gestures to my phone.
“Of course, go ahead.”
I send a quick message to Kayla telling her something came up and asking if she was good with Soph. She texts back with an all good and thumbs up emoji. I place my phone face down on the table and look to Chandler.
“So, you wanted to talk.”
My heart is beating so fast in my chest that I’m afraid it’s going to give out. I haven’t experienced this much excitement since Sophia was born. He crosses his arms on the table and leans closer to me.
“I do, but first, I want you to know that Kayla told me some of your story last night at the gala.”
She told him about me?
“And why would she do that?”
Kayla would never tell a stranger about me without talking to me first.
“She saw me looking at you and mentioned something about you having an interesting story; I simply asked her to tell me about it.”
That’s it? That’s all it took for my best friend to spill her guts about me?
I study his face, trying to figure out his motive behind all of this.
“I knew you years ago.”
My entire body tenses and freezes at his words.
“What?”
He nods his chin toward me, his eyes on the locket around my neck.
