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I’d really like Darrian to think all my attention is on her.
    “How long are you ladies in town for?”
    “Darrian goes home after the weekend.” Chantele sighs. “But I live here.”
    “Oh, perfect.” I give Chantele my best salesman smile. “I remember mention of booking hotel rooms for family, so I assumed you lived out of town as well.”
    “Will you be the one showing us maybe a few venues?” Darrian asks.
    I really want to say yes. Wish I could. “No. My mother is very specific that she be the one to do that job.”
    “Bummer.” Darrian fingers the bottom of her long hair. “I was kind of hoping it would be you.”
    I’m so in. So . In. And this time I’m not going to back down. It’s for fun. I can totally do this. “Well… I’m around. Maybe we could get together at some point and check out a few clubs for the bachelorette party.” I’m totally playing this, holding my breath, in hopes it’ll work.
    “I don’t know…” Chantele bites on the end of a nail.
    “Definitely.” Darrian grabs a card from the cardholder and writes her number on the back. “Give me call if you’re up for it, since planning that party is my job.”
    “Okay.” I stand , realizing that Darrian and I have sort of taken over the conversation and knowing the appointment has already gone long. I turn toward Chantele. “Keep thinking on what I showed you, and Brooke will forward all of what you saw in an email while you make decisions. When you tour locations, you can be keeping all of that in mind to help the wedding feel cohesive in the end.”
    “You’re awesome, Nathaniel.” Chantele gives a wave as she walks out, but I’m staring at the back of Darrian, her hair swinging behind her. Her jeans showing every curve of every muscle on her perfectly slim legs knowing that if she gives me one last look I can call her. One last look. One glance. Anything.
    And just before the door shuts, she smiles over her shoulder, and I give her a quick wave.
    Brooke snorts as I sit. “I suppose that’s your type then?”
    “That, Brooke…” I sigh as I lean back in the office chair and rest my hands behind my head. “…is everyone’s type.”
    Brooke makes a frown of disgust, but her features are so small that it contorts her whole face. “A nice set of cheekbones and perfect hair doesn’t make a girl everyone’s type.”
    “She had cheekbones?” I tease.
    Brooke rolls her eyes.
    “Also,” I continue. “That face you just made was very interesting. You should try to recreate it in front of the mirror. Great entertainment.”
    Her eyes narrow slightly but the rest of her face goes flat like she suddenly won’t be pulled into my games.
    I pick up the card and glance at Darrian’s number. No hearts anywhere. A very good sign.
    I pull out my phone and start to dial.
    “What are you doing ?” Brooke asks only her voice makes it sound like I just walked on white carpet with muddy shoes.
    “Calling Darrian.”
    “Don’t guys have rules about torturing girls by not calling for days?” She seems almost desperate with the way she’s clutching her iPad.
    “Not this guy. And definitely not with a girl that hot.”
    Brooke snorts again.
    “Wow two snorts and a funny face. You are just full of sexiness today aren’t you?” I tease her again.
    She shakes her head. “It’s weird that you’re calling her. She’s only been gone like a few minutes.”
    “Watch.” I put my phone on speaker and set it on the table, feeling fairly confident that I have this. I’m not even sure where all this confidence came from, but it could stem from desperation in wanting to be out with a girl again. Not a serious go-out, just a regular go-out. And anyway, I was always good at getting the girl. I’m just not so good at keeping them.
    “Hello?” she answers.
    “Hi. This is Nathaniel. You might not remember me—”
    She laughs this gorgeous, perfect laugh.
    “But we met like five minutes ago.”
    “I remember.” Laughter