everything?”
“From this store, yes. Next up, liquor store.”
We rolled over to the register and she added, “I can’t wait
to take my first class in your new studio.”
“Fingers crossed, we’ll open mid-January. You’ll be in my
first class, I hope. I need you for moral support.”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Think of the slew of people who will
follow you to your new place.”
“That’s what I’m hoping. If not, I’m making the biggest
mistake of my life.”
Mike
I glanced at the clock for the eighth time. It was still
only 8:30. The party had begun a half-hour ago, but I didn’t want to appear
overeager to see Allana. Hopefully she’d be alone.
I reached Nico and Lily’s townhouse after nine, ignoring the
feeling building inside. They’d made a good choice, one that fit their
lifestyle since neither of them had time to take care of landscaping, snow
removal and all the repairs that came with owning a single family home. The
landscaping fit the setting, not too manufactured and not too overdone to
compete with the Tudor style of the townhouses. I suspected Nico leaned toward
this style having grown up in England. Lights shone from the living room but
the curtains were drawn. The closer I came to the front door, the sharper the
sounds from inside. The sound of System of a Down’s Chop Suey drowned
out most of the voices. Nico picked the music, I gathered.
When I entered the living room, the scent of food wafted
over me. It smelled delicious, but I was more focused on the guests than the
food. I scanned the groups of people and recognized buddies from work, but not
Allana. After initial greetings and a few spinach-cheese bites, I headed into
the dining room. Nico and Lily had drinks in their hands and were talking to an
older couple I didn’t recognize. When they noticed me, they came over.
“You made it.” Nico patted me on the back. “I’m honored you
chose us over the Twilight Zone marathon.”
“It was a tough choice.” I grinned.
Lily beamed, “We’re glad you came.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t miss a party given by two of my
nearest and dearest of friends.”
Nico faked a cough and said, “Bullshit.”
I leaned closer to Nico and whispered, “Where is she, dude?
You said she’d be here.”
“Take it easy, she’s around.”
Lily took a sip of her cocktail, watching me over the glass
as if sizing me up.
Allana stepped out of the kitchen area carrying a plate of
appetizers. A wave of emotions hit me like a rock to the solar plexus—relief,
anticipation and God knows what else. Her hair was pinned up under a sparkly
black and silver tiara reading Happy New Year. A few loose strands curled
around her face, offset by dangling diamond earrings. Her eyes were lined with
black accentuating her sapphire eyes. My eyes traveled over every inch of her
luscious body. She wore a fitted sleeveless black dress with a low neckline
that showed a hint of tantalizing cleavage and ended at toned thighs. The dress
was covered with silver bits that matched her jewelry, but when she smiled at
guests while offering them mini quiches, she outshined them all.
Damn, she was drop-dead sexy.
I stared, no, full-out gawked at her, unable to look away.
My heart raced and I wasn’t sure why. The expectation that had built up all
week erupted like a volcano.
When she reached us and saw me there, a bevy of emotions
flitted across her face and the smile that had left me dazed vanished. My arms
hung heavy at my sides. “Allana,” I said and bowed in an exaggerated manner to
cover my sudden awkwardness.
Her face dropped. “Why did you call me that?”
“Call you what? Your name?” A warning bell went off. “You
asked me your name last time I saw you and I’m just telling you I do know.”
“Nobody calls me Allana,” she said. “Except my family.”
Nico said, “Thanks, Ally.” He took the plate of quiche. “Why
don’t you enjoy yourself? We got these.”
Uh oh, how did I screw up?
Lily
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