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practice, though I had done my best to keep his presence out of there. Now that I was no longer busy, he was at the forefront of my brain, despite my need to work on the music. It had to be ready before Monday so the girls could take what I had created, add to it, and have it learned and perfected by Friday. I smiled. My team was so amazing.
     
    On my way out of the school, I called my best friend, Madison. We’d been friends since college, although we lived totally different lives. As a lawyer, she’d finished school three years after me, but we’d remained friends. Luckily, she had decided to practice in Ft. Worth in a downtown high-rise, so we were close enough to hang out regularly.
     
    “Madison, I need your help,” I told her as soon as she answered.
     
    “What did you do?” she asked. “I thought you were just having fun with Nikki last night.”
     
    “You think I’m in jail?” I asked, shocked.
     
    “I assumed you killed Nikki’s sister, or at the very least, assaulted her,” Madison said with a laugh.
     
    “Whatever,” I laughed with her. I briefly told her about our night, Jenny’s behavior, the trip to the karaoke bar, and the oh-so-handsome man I’d met who turned out to be a student’s father. “And he came to the field today! I have on no makeup, I’m in yoga pants and an oversized t-shirt, and my hair is in a messy bun. I swear, I look homeless.”
     
    “You never look homeless. Hungover, I’m sure,” she replied.
     
    “I didn’t drink much. Nikki is still passed out at my house,” I told her.
     
    “So, what do you need help with?”
     
    “He won’t tell me where we’re going tonight. I know he had to make reservations, so I’m pretty sure we’re going downtown. He’s wearing jeans, a button up, and boots, and told me to dress to match, but I don’t think jeans are right for me.”
     
    “Agreed. You’re going to downtown Ft. Worth?” she asked.
     
    “Yes, I’m pretty sure. He didn’t actually say! That’s why I need your help. I have teacher clothes, not go-out-on-the-town clothes,” I whined.
     
    “Okay, okay, I already know exactly what you should wear. We bought it in June for that benefit at the Stockyards, remember?”
     
    I thought about the event we’d gone to, a benefit to raise money for children with cystic fibrosis. The non-profit was called Lighter than Air, and each year, they held a silent auction and had live music at a bar that gave all the profits from alcohol that day to the cause. We’d dressed up and danced all night, drinking for the benefit of the children.
     
    “The black dress?” I asked.
     
    “Yes. It’s perfect. It’s a touch of class with a little bit of slut mixed in. You’ll look perfect no matter where you go,” Madison said.
     
    “Boots or heels?” I asked.
     
    “Definitely your cowgirl boots. I bet he’s taking you to Del Frisco’s or Bob’s Steakhouse,” Madison said with certainty.
     
    “What type of restaurants are those?” I asked.
     
    I could practically hear her eyes rolling. “Mel, please, we have to get you out more. Both are incredibly nice restaurants. Pricey, too. Who did you say this guy is?”
     
    “Will Sheron,” I told her.
     
    “Holy shit, Mel! Don’t you know who that is?”
     
    “Uh, Cara’s dad?” I asked facetiously. If Madison knew his name, he had to be someone famous.
     
    “You wear me out, I swear.” Madison cleared her throat. “Did you do any research online?”
     
    “He doesn’t have a Facebook,” I defended.
     
    “Google the man, Mel! And while you’re at it, Google the restaurants,” Madison ordered. “You need to be prepared for what you’re in for.”
     
    “I’m driving! Is he a rehabilitated serial killer? Or worse, is he a ballerina?” I joked. Madison was given to theatrics. “Just tell me. I won’t be home for ten more minutes.”
     
    “Melanie Ulrich, you disappoint me.”
     
    “Yes, yes, blah, blah, stop being a bitch and just