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together. “Let’s get set up,” I announced just as the girls carried out the food Jay brought over from his restaurant. “What would you like to drink, Candy? Beer, wine, water?”
    “I’d love some wine. Merlot, if you have it,” she said with a coy look that would have been more effective if she hadn’t just pronounced mer- low as mer- lott .
    “So, you’re a wine connoisseur,” Jay managed to say with a straight face.
    Amy was turning bright red from trying not to laugh, so she scampered away. Phil and I looked at each other with matching dumbfounded expressions, and Moretti completely missed it.
    “I just love red wine. It’s so fruity and dry.” Again, she obviously knew a lot about wine. Jay nodded knowingly. He managed an upscale Italian restaurant. If anyone in the room knew about wine, it was Jay. I could tell my choice of companion for the evening was thoroughly entertaining him.
    I went into the kitchen to get her a glass of mer- lott and a bottle of water for myself. Amy burst out laughing as soon as I stepped past the doorway. “Really, Michael?”
    “What?” I asked innocently.
    “Come on. I could handle Charlemagne. I could handle Starr with two r’s, but this girl has to take the cake. Do you know what she asked me? If I ever hooked up with you. When I told her I was married to your best friend, she asked if we had threesomes. Are you sure she isn’t a prostitute?”
    I was having a hard time containing my laugh. At least I found an adventurous one this time. The last girl just lay there while I did all the work. She acted like she was enjoying herself by grunting every now and then, but I thought she sounded more like a character from The Walking Dead . It was the first time I ever had to fake it. That “relationship” ended rather quickly. Usually, I wait until she starts whining about me refusing to spend the night before I bolt.
    When we walked back into the room, Candy was twirling her hair and flirting with Moretti from across the table. I was considering letting him take a shot. After talking with Amy, the girl didn’t look so hot anymore. It shouldn’t have mattered what Amy thought, but it always did. She was like a sister in the same way Phil was my brother. They were my chosen family, and the last thing I ever wanted was to have either of them think less of me.
     
    Sarah
    Jameson took me to Tavern on the Green in Central Park for our first date. It was beautiful. Thankfully, I had the good sense to dress up. He showed up in a hired car, which impressed me more than it should have. The second the car stopped, the driver was around to open the door for us. Jameson climbed out first then turned to offer me his hand. The simple gesture had my heart skipping. Either I was starved for affection or Jameson knew just the right notes to play.
    We walked into the park with my hand looped through his elbow, in the most formal fashion, but I appreciated his gentleman-like behavior. Who said romance was dead?
    “I love this moment,” he said softly as we crossed from the chaotic city into the green of the park. “It’s like walking through the looking glass.”
    “For me, it’s the opposite. Walking out of the park will be walking through the looking glass.”
    “Oh?”
    “Yes. I grew up in the South. Greenery is everywhere, and the sounds of the city don’t exist where I live.”
    “I see. I grew up here, so the park is the only place to find tranquility. I like it here at night for that reason.”
    “Isn’t it dangerous?” I asked, knowing there was far more crime in the city than my hometown ever had, even if every person committed a crime daily.
    “Not for someone like me.”
    “Well, that’s good.” I smile.
    “Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll keep you safe as long as you’re on my arm,” was the last thing he said before stepping up to the hostess.
    He bought fancy French wine and ordered for me, which was so domineering and somehow sexy. The car he hired for