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all. There were some good ones out there.
    "Well, I suppose you could say the opposite is actually true," I said, "I actually left New York because of a guy. It might seem like a big city, and it feels that way, right up until you break up with someone. Then there just aren’t enough places to hide."
    "I'm sorry hear that. He must have been an idiot."
    “I guess so.”
    I stirred the bone and parsley around on my plate.
    I put my head down feeling a little embarrassed, a little awkward, and mostly drunk. I hadn’t planned on the evening getting so personal.
    Brandon's hand reached across the table and lay across mine. It was warm. It nearly covered my hand entirely, and even though I pulled away, that quick moment that it lay on top of mine felt soothing. It felt comforting. It felt understanding.
    Brandon looked at me now. He stared straight into me, and said, "I would never do something like that to you."
    I don't really know what happened to me after that. The words left his lips, traveled across the table and slipped into my ears with such a penetrable force that I felt momentarily stunned, like a deer in the headlights. The words felt clammy, awkward and uncomfortable at first, but as they settled into the deep recess which had been carved out by Aiden’s betrayal they took on more tender and meaningful tones. It felt like a life preserver had been cast out to me as I lay splashing about, drowning in my own mistakes. All I had to do was grab a hold and he would reel me into safety.
    I wanted that.
    I blame it on the alcohol, and I can't believe I said it, but I did, and as soon as the words came out of my mouth I knew the night would leave my control completely.
    "I know you wouldn't do something like that to me."
     
     
     

Chapter 7
    He opened the door for me and I stepped out of the car, taking his hand for balance. The wine was starting to get the best of me and I needed something to hold onto. His hand slid down my arm and rested on the small of my back as we made our way to the front office doors.
    I can’t tell you why I wanted him here, at the office. When he had asked me after dinner if I would like to continue the “meeting” I had told him we should probably finish this “business meeting” where “business meetings” are supposed to be held.
    I had even made air quotes with my fingers.
    Under the influence I was a complete rube.
    Brandon pulled out a large set of keys and opened the automatic from doors by hand. As he pulled the heavy glass doors apart I placed my hand on his shoulders. He wasn’t a muscle bound hunk, but he was a man and it felt nice to feel him heaving and pushing with all his might. He looked back over his shoulder and flashed a smile at me.
    He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the reception area, I almost tripped flat on my face. The alcohol was gaining hold of my brain and robbing me of my ability to walk in a straight line.
    I saw Lizzy’s desk as he pulled me through into the main building.
    If only you could see me now, you burlesque bitch.
    I instantly regretted the thought. That wasn’t me. I am not that kind of girl.
    Or am I?
    I looked around, taking in the scene. My mind struggled to make the connections, to make sense of what was going on.
    I was at work, with my boss. He was holding my hand and we were heading —
    “Let’s go in here,” I said pulling Brandon into Peyton’s office.
    Yeah, this would be a good spot, right on her fake ass bear rug.
    My eye twitched and I frowned. Did I really just think that? What is going on with me?
    Brandon closed the shades to the windows that overlooked the Willamette.
    “Keep them open,” I said.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes.”
    I walked over to the windows, gave Brandon an inviting stare and slid my finger down the glass, slowly, teasing him.
    He watched.
    “What do want to do?” I asked, trying my best to make the words come out right. My tongue was beginning to feel heavy, and my attention was