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    “For crying out loud! If you knew then why didn’t you text me? What am I supposed to wear? A dress? I can’t wear a dress!” I protest.
    “Hey, hey,” is all he answers snapping his fingers and gesturing towards the stairs. He grabs the girl’s hands and ushers them forwards. “Let’s go help Mami get more pretty for dancing.”
    “Yay!” Ada screams in delight and they run up the stairs with Jaylee in tow.
    The next forty-five minutes consist of me going back at least two decades in my closet. Jaylee simply answers ‘shorter’ to every skirt I try on and the girls squeal with delight at this new game. When I’ve finally wedged myself into a black, stretchy mini that hasn’t seen the light of day since the early nineties, Jaylee nods approvingly. Next he lightly pushes me aside and strides into my closet to check out my shoes. Predictably, he chooses what Robert refers to as my ‘ho strollers’ and hands them to me looking thoroughly pleased with himself. I cringe.
    “Jaylee, you want me to dance in those?” He responds with only a slow, seductive nod and his incredible smile. “What about my shirt?” I ask, trying to sidestep the heavy sexual tension between us.
    “You’ good like that,” Jaylee answers referring to the black camisole I had on under my shirt.
    “I can’t wear this. It’s an undershirt,” I say
    “You look fucking hot, Kate,” Jaylee says and covers his mouth when I shoot him a look for swearing in front of the girls. “You look beautiful, I mean. You should dress like this all the time.”
    I say nothing and smile like an idiot. It amazes me that Jaylee can say things to me that I know I would find offensive coming from anyone else. When I’m with him and surrounded by his warmth and charm, he can say anything and it makes me melt.
    The doorbell rings and the girls jump off the bed yelling, “Stephani” and beeline for the stairs. I’m pulling my still damp hair into a ponytail when Jaylee rises from the bed, walks slowly over to me and wraps his arms around me from behind. My breath runs out of me and my heartbeat speeds to a gallop.
    “No sabes cuánto lo he pensado.”
    “No, pero yo también me he imaginado,” I answer quietly.
    Jaylee whips me around to face him, his golden brown eyes wide in surprise.
    “You speak Spanish?”
    “I do,” I answer.
    “But you’re not Spanish, are you?”
    “No.”
    “Fuck. That’s sexy,” Jaylee smiles. “What else?”
    “Well, all of the Romance languages, French, Italian and Portuguese. My degree is in comparative literature. Do you . . .?
Nevermind,” I say feeling slightly embarrassed. Jaylee looks momentarily less than confident for the first time.
    “I didn’t mean what other languages, Kate. I meant what else you hiding from me?” He shoves a hand into the pocket of his low-slung khakis. “I can tell you right now I’m not as smart as you.”
    I’m speechless. I can’t think of how to explain to him that I don’t care if he’s educated or not, that I don’t want him to be, that I want him exactly as he is. I’m saved from trying to formulate a response because Stephani bursts through the door with Ada and Pearl following closely behind.
    “Hey, Mrs. Champion. Can we order pizza? The girls. . .” Stephani trails off and her mouth stays open when she sees Jaylee standing by my bed. I guess most women react this way when they’re blindsided by Jaylee’s looks or maybe Stephani is scandalized to see a young man in my bedroom.
    “Jaylee?” she says.
    My heart sinks as heat rises to my face. Oh God. She knows him.
    “Hey, Stephani. What’s up?” Jaylee says dryly.
    Of course she knows him. They grew up in the same neighborhood. They’re probably the same age. God, they must have gone to school together. Terrible thoughts enter my mind about their history. Jaylee has slept with my sitter. He’s had sex with her or maybe her friends. She’s been in love with him, or even worse, he with