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drive. That guy’s still looking out for you.
    I don’t remember telling either one of them my address.
    Have you boys taken on stalking in your spare time? How do you know where I live?
    I wait for his response, curious at what his answer will be.
    I can tell you, but I may have to kill you. Let’s just say we pay people a hefty price to find things out.
    Of course they do. I’m suddenly irritated by this. If they have had these people at their disposal, why couldn’t Keegan reach out to me earlier?
    Kaleb sends another message, taking me out of my thoughts.
    7 sound good? And don’t forget to bring that sweet looking photographer.
    As if Reese would let me go without her.
    I think she’s washing her hair tonight…lol
    Same old Aimee. See you then.
    Kaleb is one of the sweetest and funniest guys I have ever met, and I’m excited to see if Reese thinks so, too. It almost feels like a double date—well, except none of us are dating.
    I start to think about what I am going to wear. I think I need to go shopping.
    Heading into our small kitchen, I find Reese sitting at our tiny table with a cup of coffee and a smile on her face.
    “So shopping?” she says, reading me perfectly.
    “Absolutely. Kaleb just texted me. We’re meeting at Paragon at seven”
    “Interesting,” she says.
    “I guess. Keegan apparently doesn’t want us having to drive across the city, and it seems they have people who find things out for them, like the addresses of women they are planning on having drinks with.”
    Reese looks at me in confusion, but then her look changes as she realizes what I’m hinting at.
    “Sounds good. Drink up. We have a lot to do before seven.”
    Yep, I have a feeling I’m putting a dent in my credit card today.

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    I’m exhausted. Reese and I shopped till we dropped, literally. We went from Chanel to Bloomingdales and every other boutique we could get into. As always, we had a great time, and I started to feel good about tonight’s outing.
    After we got home, I checked my messages, finding nothing from Keegan. I’m not sure why I keep hoping he will text, maybe simply to take the awkwardness out of this whole ordeal. I keep imagining us catching up and starting our friendship where we left off, hanging out and being inseparable again. A little naïve, I know, but these are the things I have always hoped for over the years. Yes, he hurt me, but above anything else, we were best friends.
    Now I’m looking at some of my new purchases, and yes, I’m wearing those lucky shoes of mine. There was no need to purchase any footwear. Reese convinced me to get a simple but sweet BCBG, black, sleeveless, lace cocktail dress. I didn’t want to spend an arm and a leg, but when I tried the dress on, the material felt so good against my skin. It made me feel beautiful, so I absolutely had to get it. You can never have too many little, black dresses. Reese ended up getting an ice blue, capped-sleeve, fitted mini dress that she looks stunning in.
    I’m just about ready with my hair curled in waves flowing down my back and my make-up on. I put my dress on then spray my favorite perfume before I grab my black clutch off my dresser and place the essentials for a night out inside: lipstick, money, ID, and my phone. Then I walk out of my bedroom and knock on Reese’s door to tell her the cab will be picking us up in about ten minutes. I’m getting anxious.
    When Reese enters the living room, she looks as stunning as ever, and I double-check myself to see if I look all right.
    “Don’t you dare,” she says.
    “Do I look okay? It’s not too short?”
    “You could wear a trash bag and still look fine, and by fine, I mean sizzling hot.”
    “I wouldn’t go that far, Reese.”
    “We both look hot, and I’m sure those guys won’t be able to take their eyes off us.”
    “This isn’t a date,” I remind her.
    “If you say so.”
    “Are you ready?”
    “Yep, after you.”
    As we exit our