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beautiful new home. I smiled to myself, thinking of how settled in I felt already. My speakers played Bob Dylan his voice weaving through the air, contributing to my feeling of zen. I looked up when the little bell over the doors rang, Amy leaned against the frame with a huge smile painted on her face.
    “Jesus fuck Gwen, I think I may like it here. I just went to grab us coffees from next door.” Gesturing with the two takeaway cups in her hands, “And there was the most fuckable looking men sitting having coffee, I swear I almost came. What I would do to be those coffee cups…” She trailed off, sounding breathy.
    “It’s good to something in this town is to your liking Amy.” I stated sarcastically.
    She set the coffees down and hugged me, enveloping me in a cloud of Chanel no 5.
    “I’m glad to be here Gwennie, anything to help you get back to your old self.” Her eyes glistened.
    “No, we are not having sad or depressing thoughts in my wonderful new store, or our wonderful new home for that matter,” I decided. “We are starting fresh and there will be no mention the dickwad, evil prick, okay?”
    “Sounds good to me girl, now lets get this place sorted, go home get changed and go see if we can find somewhere to get a half decent cocktail.” Amy replied.
    I gave her a blinding smile. This was why she was my best friend.
     
    “Don’t you think we are a bit too dressed up?” I questioned Amy, looking down at my outfit self-consciously. I had a tight printed Prada skirt on with a white blouse that showed way too much cleavage and Amy’s black strappy Manolos.
    “Bite your tongue Gwen Alexandra,” Amy scolded. “There is no such thing as being overdressed. Ever. You are not changing who you are just because we’re not on our little island anymore, now lets go.” She swatted my bum, strutting past me to the door.
    Her outfit made me look like a nun. Her little black Gucci dress was halter neck, displaying her ample assets, was skin tight and had an open back which dipped to almost her butt. With red lipstick, red shoes, and her red hair tumbling past her shoulders, she looked amazing. If I swung that way I would totally hit that. Alas, my taste appeared to be sexy sociopaths.
    We arrived at a restaurant called ‘Valentines’ it was out of town a bit on a hill where you could see a view of the twinkling lights below, and the ocean beyond that. A friendly man working in the bookstore had recommended it to me. The place was amazing, it had an open plan layout with a few booths scattered around. It was on two different levels, decorated in black and white with splashes of red. Floor to ceiling windows which gave an amazing view of the ocean. It also was buzzing with people. Once we were seated by our young matre di, who’s eyes popped out after seeing Amy, we ordered our cocktails.
    “So how do you like Amber Ames? Everything you could have ever wanted?” I teased.
    “Well since we spent most of the day in your store getting it ready, I haven’t really seen much of it, well scratch that, I took a walk down main street for about ten minutes so I guess I have seen it all.” Amy answered, sarcasm dripping from her tone. “And I did see those orgasms on a stick in the coffee shop so I am not writing this place off completely.”
    I smiled and sipped my cocktail, assessing the people around the room. More than a few were trying to sneakily stare at us, which I could understand in a small town were newcomers were sure to stand out.
    “I think we have sparked some curiosity.” I smiled at a few people, coming from a small town I knew a smile would go a long way to stop people thinking I was an uptight bitch.
    “Of course we have girl, a town this small, and women that look like us?” Amy rolled her eyes, taking a huge gulp of her drink.
    “I’m so glad you’re so modest.” I told her dryly.
    She flipped her hair. “I can’t help that I am beautiful,” She winked at me. “I wonder who I call