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something for himself that he finally wanted, working with his hands and using his brain and his skills in a way he finally felt could be helpful to others.
    Not that he shared those feelings. Instead, he put on his mask of a smile, which hid it all and said nothing. Nolan let them talk and think what they wanted as he ran off to his new life and away from confrontation. But now he was back. The bills had piled high, and his dad was sick. The reality hit him hard, as he knew there was no way his mother could or should handle it all alone. Not when he could help. Besides, she didn’t need the extra worry of him so far away, and despite her controlling nature, he knew she did worry.
    So yeah, it was time to come home. Time to be back closer to his family. The stop off in Timber Falls was temporary as he made his way to New York City where his parents now lived to be close to his dad’s doctors. He hoped he’d be able to find a balance between city living and being able to keep his conscience doing some form of good works.
    But, for the time being, he would focus on this weekend. The good boy had come back home to wave and shake hands and show everyone how much he had of that old school spirit. Though in reality, what he really came for was out of reach but only just right there on the other side of the door.
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    Mel stepped off the elevator and tugged a bit at the hips of her body-skimming black cocktail dress. She wondered once again if the simple dress with the ultra-low back was too sexy for this crowd. Well, too sexy was probably not an issue. She had a feeling showing up nude wouldn’t be a problem for them. But the dress was sexy in a subtle covered-up way…that was, until you got to the back. And then with the way it fit her body so perfectly it was bound to make people wonder how it stayed up. The answer: magic. Well, the magic of a good couturier.
    Mel’s hands moved from her hips to her face, and she frowned, feeling exposed and vulnerable without the signature shades she wore to all public appearances. But she reminded herself that this wasn’t a public appearance. This was an informal gathering with old, so-called, friends. She nibbled at her bottom lip then abruptly stopped as she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror opposite the elevator.
    “I was hoping you’d stop and get a look at yourself,” Lexi said, standing by her side. “Now cut it out with all the nervousness. You look fantastic. That dress is divine on you. You can thank me for it later. And sidebar, your body is banging. A fact that will not go unnoticed by every man at this party and make you the envy of every stuck-up chick that used to rag on us. Not to mention your hair and makeup is freaking flawless. Woman, you got it going on. They are going to hate you. This should be fantastic.”
    Mel’s lips quirked upward. “Me? Look at you. This will be your night. They will rue the day they turned you down for the Timberettes,” Mel said, bringing up the name of Timber Falls’ old cheerleading squad and causing Lexi to do a major eye roll.
    But she wasn’t exaggerating. Lexi looked fantastic. She was taller tonight, having perched her curvaceous petite frame up on almost impossibly high black patent stiletto heels, which she’d paired with an asymmetrical black lace dress that was all class, though dangerously close to the border of trashy. She showed just enough of her gorgeous glowing brown skin, highlighting her full lips with a bright red lipstick, bringing the focus up to her eyes with gorgeous smoky shadow. Her crowning glory was her gorgeous thick multi-hued hair, which tonight she wore untwisted and was now a riot of wild curls. They haloed out around her head over her shoulders, giving her the look of a sexy 70s disco queen, but updated for the present times. If anyone was stealing the show, it would be her.
    Lexi pulled back and snorted. “Hmph. I didn’t want on their stupid Bimbette squad