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impossibly handsome.
    “Nice to meet you Sabrina, can I buy you a coffee?” He asks as he tilts his head towards the Starbucks.
    “Oh you really don’t have to. I’m really okay. But thanks.” I say, instantly kicking myself for sending him away.
    “I want to. Please?” He asks.
    “Oh.” Usually when men had asked me out before and I turned them down, they never really tried again. “Okay” I hear myself saying, he puts my arm in the crook of his elbow and we walk over to the door, which he gracefully opens for me.
    ***
    Mike
    My heart is beating like thunder during a summer storm. She is so incredibly beautiful, wearing a long dress, with a denim jacket over it, you can tell she has a beautiful body. Her hair is a maple brown up in a ponytail, a wavy piece in front of her face has come undone and my hands itch to touch it, maybe tuck it behind her ear. Shit. I wasn’t supposed to be having this type of reaction to her. I had seen her pictures, and in pictures she had been beautiful, but they hadn’t done her justice. Seeing her face to face she was absolutely breathtaking, easiest one of the most beautiful women I had ever laid eyes on, and that was saying something with the circles I roamed with, the rich and famous of California.
    I hadn’t planned on bumping into her that hard. The plan had been to slightly bump into her and ask her to get coffee. But I hadn’t calculated on her not looking where she was going and when I had put my arms around her to keep her from falling back, I’d felt something, an energy and comfort, that made me hold on to her tighter. When her eyes had finally met mine, I had been rendered speechless, completely and utterly speechless. She looked younger than thirty-six. If I hadn’t known her age, I would have easily thought she was still in her mid-twenties. Her face fresh without makeup, smooth creamy skin, only lip gloss enhancing her beautiful full mouth. Her brown eyes, so light they were almost hazel in the sunlight with flecks of gold in them, didn’t show the sadness I had seen in pictures from three years ago. Sean Miller’s wife had been a tough woman to find. Leaving Berkeley, California six months after my fucking idiot of a brother had destroyed her and her kid’s lives, she had moved back to her hometown, which fate would have it, was also mine.
    My private investigator had brought me back a file on her a month ago, her eyes had always seemed to haunt me. They were void and dark, nothing like they were right now as I looked at her. I knew I hadn’t been the one behind the wheel of the car who had slammed into her husband’s ambulance, but I had felt just as guilty. Maybe because at the end of the day, my actions had lead to the accident.
    Patrick had sounded off that morning when I had called him. But he always sounded off. I had laid into him about how important that business meeting had been and how he needed to get his ass to our father’s office. Part of it had been I was sick of everything, his delinquencies, the way he was just wasting his life with his partying, drinking, skanks and the drugs. Then add in the fight with Holly I had had that morning about changing the wedding date for the fourth time, before I had left to work.  If I would have just not called him that morning, or if I had asked him if he had been drinking… but it had been eight in the morning when I had spoken to him, I would have never imagined the asshole had been drinking the whole time from the night before, probably popping pills as well.
    If only I hadn’t called him.
    Sabrina Miller and her family, none of them had been to the trial. She had requested not to be asked to be there, and she didn’t want to know anything about it. Her husband’s partner’s family had been there every day. It had always intrigued me that she hadn’t wanted to be there, she didn’t even want to know my brother’s name. It had pissed Patrick off. I remember thinking that something was off about