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her eyes up towards me, then she smiled. Love that smile .
    I watched her pull out of Finnegan’s parking lot and take off down the street. That smile was magical. I wanted to make it my mission to get to know her and to get her to smile like that just for me, all the time. It was time to make my move.
     
     

 
    Chapter Five
     
    Emmalynne
     
    I was going to kick my dad’s ass, once he awoke from his drunken stupor. Not only for making me pick him up, again, from Finnegan’s , but for making me feel embarrassed of him in front of Grady. Just one look at that man and he made my stomach do a backflip. My first instinct was to flirt with him, but then that just made me feel even more embarrassed, considering it had been years since I’d flirted. I think I’d forgotten how.
    Shaking my dad to try to wake him from his nap, I hollered, “Come on get up dad, so we can get you in bed. You can go back to sleep once we are inside.” Talking to him while he is passed out was like talking to a brick wall but somehow, the Gods were listening to me, and I was able to get him up.
    He staggered his way into my house and made it as far as the couch. Where he face-planted on it and was immediately out again.
    Walking through my living room into the kitchen, I glanced at my old-fashioned kitty cat clock on the wall, the one where the eyes and tail moves. Man, I loved that clock. I decided to get to work baking for tomorrow. I was planning on making gooey butter cake. Butter and powdered sugar, no one could resist.
    Two years ago, I decided to remodel my kitchen, and it was a nightmare. I really went overboard by putting in two stainless steel ovens and a new stainless steel refrigerator. Complete with granite counter tops, it was a bakers dream. My kitchen definitely served its purpose. I baked in it every day, sometimes more, and I cooked dinner just about every night. Toby, Tessa, Mikey, Brock, and my dad were often in attendance.
    Grabbing the ingredients I needed from the fridge, I heard the cutesy text message chime from my phone. Setting all the ingredients on the counter, I grabbed my purse and got about trying to locate my phone.
    I loved purses.
    I especially loved big purses.
    I seemed to have everything but the kitchen-sink in my purse. Although, with how huge my purse was, it could easily be arranged. You never knew when you may need something and I have a ninety percent chance of having that item in my purse. That being said, it usually took me ten minutes plus to find anything in the darn thing.
    Removing my wallet, checkbook, a first-aid kit, too many of Tucker’s matchbox cars to count, I finally uncovered my phone.
    Sliding my finger across the screen, I unlock it to find a text from an unknown number.
    Unknown: Did you and your dad make it home ok?
    Me: Umm…Do I know you?
    Unknown: This is Grady
    Oh. My. God!
    How?
    Who?
    TESSA!!!!!
    Me: Grady? Yes, we made it to my house safely. Thanks for asking. How did you get my number?
    Programming his number into my phone, I knew exactly who passed my number along to Grady. And believe me, when I get my hands on Tessa, my so called friend IT. WAS. ON.
    Grady: I have my ways so don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. ;) So, what are you up to?
    Did he just call me pretty? My head pretty? And a winky face? My tummy was doing major backflips. Oh, snap out of it Em! It’s a freaking text message and an expression, nothing more!
    Me: I am getting ready to make Gooey Butter Cake to bring to the store tomorrow. How about you?
    Grady: Gooey Butter Cake you say? That is my favorite. Perhaps I’ll come in for some. Where is this store of yours?
    Oh. My. God! He wants to come to my store! EEK!
    Me: Turn the Page is on Franklin St., only a few blocks from the bar.
    Grady: Perhaps I will see you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Emmalynne.
    Me: I certainly hope to see you. I will save some for you just in case ;) Goodnight, Grady.
    Oh my, I think I just flirted with Grady. No, I