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“It’s not funny!”

“It is too. You look like you have two balloons underneath that dress. Why in the hell do you think you need a push-up bra?”

“Because I’ve always needed a push-up bra.” I looked at myself sideways in the full length mirror on my closet door. I did look kind of ridiculous.

“I’ve been wearing slouchy shirts and blouses since I had Olivia, mostly because I was pumping milk for her, that I didn’t want to draw attention to my big boobs. But I stopped doing that last month. I figured everything would go back to normal.”

“Obviously it hasn’t. Didn’t you notice?”

“I kind of noticed that my bras had been feeling tight, but I figured I just wasn’t used to going back to my old normal sized-B bras, and I was all complain-y. Like I was about everything.”

“Sorry, girly, you are definitely not a B cup anymore. I’d say you’re a solid C. A perky C at that. No push-up bra for you. Unless you want to poke out Adam’s eye.”

“Funny, Angelica. Very funny.”

“Hey, I know a lot of women who would pay good money for your boobs, quit your bitching.”

“I’m not bitching.” I looked in the mirror again.

“Now take off the push-up bra, and wear a normal demi-cup, and you’re covered, so-to-speak.”

“I don’t have a C cup to wear.”

“Wear a B, and it will be a natural push-up, then we’ll go shopping tomorrow.”

“Don’t you have to get to your house so you can be there when Adam drops off James?”

Angelica looked down at her iWatch. “Oh damn.” She shot off the bed, grabbed me in a hug, ogled my boobs, and ran out of my bedroom. “Lock up behind me,” she yelled right before I heard my front door slam shut.

I looked at my watch. I still had a half hour to get ready, because God knew Adam would be right on time. He said we were going to Benedetto’s in Gatlinburg, which meant I was going to get a great meal, but slow. I needed to eat a little something so that I didn’t chow down the entire breadbasket before the meal arrived.

I changed into the correct bra, and shimmied into the sweater dress again, then headed to the kitchen to grab something. Maybe something nutritious for a change. I found some string cheese that would keep me going, and munched down as I really thought about this stupid date.

It still pissed me off that I cared this much.

Pissed me off and excited the hell out of me.

I hated that I’d made that promise to stop lying to myself all those years ago. It was so much better living with my head in the sand. Instead, here I was, realizing that Adam might be ‘the one.’ But what the fuck was up with that?

“The one? Really? I’m going to be the cool spinster aunt. The one who takes all her nieces to get tattoos and inappropriate piercings. The one, my ass.”

I took another bite of cheese.

“It’s just a date. You haven’t even seen him naked. He’s probably bad in bed.”

I flashed back to his gentle hands and soothing touch two months ago. No such luck; he was going to be good in bed.

He could be too gentle. Too much of a namby pamby?

I snorted and finished my cheese then walked down the hall to my bathroom so I could apply my make-up. With the sweater dress, smoky eye was the way to go.

I was so screwed.

Men didn’t wear suits enough, as far as I was concerned, and now that I’d seen Adam in one, I decided he should never wear anything else but suits. He looked good enough to eat. I just wished that etiquette hadn’t forced me to walk in front of him through the restaurant, I really wanted to see him from the back.

“I brought over James’ Nintendo Switch so he and Angelica could play while she watched him.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that sure wasn’t necessary.”