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him about going sailing, so that Phillip believed he had no other friend. He was fond of the man nonetheless, for Phillip always found tell of his escapades amusing, faithfully related as they were. “Who is the young girl this time that you managed to trap?”
    “Don’t be coy with me, Phillip. This time it’s you who are holding out on me. So, what’s her name?”
    “What’s whose name?” Phillip asked, pretending not to know who the man spoke of.
    “Fine, since I have to be the one to say it. I saw you this morning leaving Smither’s Boutique with a young woman on your arm and a load of parcels in her hands; actually no, let me correct that—you were carrying them for her. That sort of outing isn’t like you, so she must be special.”
    “I was making it up to her for ruining her clothes. I got coffee all over her,” he told his friend cagily. Actually, he told himself there was nothing more he could tell, for he wasn’t sure either who Melody was to him as of yet, however much he wanted to be.
    “That didn’t look as platonic as you make it seem. I got a good look at you, and there were a few stars in your eyes. You may not know it yet, but she has you by the balls,” Roger said, laughing. “Welcome to my world, old friend.”
    Phillip saw no use in arguing with the man, and he simply laughed and promised to give him the details of his presumed love affair. He hung up then, and a smile played upon his lips. She did make his heart flutter, and she had a very unforgettable presence. He wasn’t sure as yet what it was, whether it was her eyes, or the way she looked at him, or maybe it was simply his longing to be with a woman who stirred him so easily. Whatever it was, he needed to leave the office soon, for destiny awaited him at dinner. He grabbed his blazer from the back of the chair and headed out again. This was one appointment he had no intentions of missing, and being tardy wasn’t an option either. He had waited long enough, and he would wait no more.
     

CHAPTER 8 - PHILLIP
     
    Phillip glanced back at some highway patrol cops as he sped past, hoping none of them would think to stop him. He was preoccupied with Melody and was barely paying attention to where he was going. He slowed down nonetheless, careful that he wouldn’t be stopped. Suddenly, he remembered that he hadn’t taken her number, and nor had he taken her home, so he didn’t know where to find her. Other than their names, they knew nothing about each other. Then it occurred to him that his office had called her, so they must have some contact information.
    “Call the office,” he said to his dashboard, and instantly his voice command was received. If nothing else, he was glad for this piece of technology as it prevented his being issued tickets for talking on his cell and driving. As soon as the receptionist answered, he asked her for the contact numbers for the interviewee this morning. Miss Mitchell, he was told. Melody Mitchell: the name had a nice ring to it. Melody Conway: even better, he thought as he dialed her number. She didn’t answer right away, but on the third ring, and she seemed out of breath when she did.
    “Hello?” She answered, her voice caressing his ear.
    “How did we plan to meet up when we hadn’t even exchanged numbers, and I don’t know where to find you?” He asked her.
    “We-we—my goodness, this is amazing,” she stuttered. “Up until now it never occurred to me,” she admitted. “How did you find me?”
    “I am a very resourceful man,” he grinned. “Maybe you should just give me directions now just in case there are any mishaps by tonight.”
    She laughed and her voice sounded like instrumentals to him, drifting him away like an old jazz beat. Thereafter, she directed him to her apartment and he registered it on his GPS, not trusting his memory to hold the information.
    “Seven it is,” he confirmed when she gave him the time, and then he hung up. He turned off the main road now