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Charming or even Prince Charming's second cousin twice removed, bring him as your date.”
                 
    “Ugh.” Thankfully Hope's return rescues me from further humiliation. “I really do have to go. I'll talk to you later, Angela.”
                 
    “Date! Date! Date!”
                 
    “Thank you, cheer captain.” I grumble and hang up.
                 
    Hope slides over a box containing two slices of my favorite pizza as well as a bottle of water. “Anything else?”
                 
    With my sister's poor chant but good advice lingering I say, “Can you cancel my lunch time massage appointment for tomorrow and book me a lunch reservation for two at Lucy's?”
                 
    “Sure...” Hope replies slowly. “Is this lunch for me and you?”
                 
    “No.”
                 
    Getting a wide grin she questions, “Is it for you and Mr. Klein?”
                 
    “Thank you for lunch.”
                 
    Hope giggles and starts to back out of my office slowly. “Am I gonna get to see him?”
                 
    I point my finger. “Out.”
                 
    Her snicker fades as she shuts my door. This is gonna be good. Maybe everyone is right. Maybe I need more in my life. Maybe sex with a little romance isn't such a piss poor idea.
                 
    Lunch comes and goes between endless emails and mountains of things to give the final proofing. Towards the end of the afternoon, Hope appears in my doorway with a huge grin on her face.
                 
    Immediately I sigh. “If it's Dani, I'm in another meeting.”
                 
    “It's a Mr. Klein on line one.”
                 
    Crossing my ankles under the table, I hide my smirk. “Thank you.”
                 
    “Does he have an extra toe or something?” Hope ponders. I lift my eyebrows sarcastically. “Yeah. Yeah. Out. I know.”
                 
    As soon as Hope shuts the door, I answer, “This is Miss Anderson.”
                 
    “Hello, Miss Anderson.” Klous' voice sounds more distant than normal. “Calling to confirm your cancellation for your appointment tomorrow.”
                 
    Twirling the pen around my fingers I reply, “Yes.”
                 
    “All right,” he says curtly. “Confirmed. Enjoy your day, Miss Anderson.”
                 
    “Wait,” I croak out. “You're not gonna ask me why?”
                 
    His voice heavily sighs. “Does it matter?”
                 
    “It does.”
                 
    “Fine. Why?”
                 
    “Because we're going to lunch instead.” There's a long stretch of silence on the phone. Finally I add, “I know your lunch break is after my appointment, so I figured we could have an extended meal together.”
                 
    “In public?”
                 
    His snide comment forces me to drop the pen. “Is that a problem?”
                 
    “It's a start.” After a deep breath he says, “Where?”
                 
    Relieved he hasn't changed his mind, I toy with the pen again. “Lucy's.”
                 
    “I'll see you then.” Unsure if he is still upset with the rejection from yesterday, I nibble on the inside of my bottom lip. “Look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Astin.”
                 
    Relieved I smile. “Enjoy your night, Klous.”
                 

Wednesday
                 
    Adjusting myself in the booth in the very back of the restaurant I take a long deep breath. This is fine. We'll just have some food. Learn a little something about each other. This should be enough to get everyone off my back about dating and satisfy my craving for their fresh