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“You need this.” She squeezed my hand again, “hell, we both need this.”
    I turned to look at her and noticed that she too was a little nervous. I found myself staring. My stomach knotted up.
    “What’s the matter?” she asked as though she could feel the tension building in the confined space.
    “Nothing…it’s just that you look…I haven’t seen you in a long time.” I covered.
    “Get used to it. I plan on doing this at least once a week.”
    I swallowed hard. I was relieved I didn’t say it out loud, but it was jolting to look at Libby. She and Dylan look so much alike. I felt my chest constrict as my heart skipped a beat or two.
    I’m doing this for you Dylan.
    After driving for twenty minutes, we pulled up out front of a beautiful quaint looking restaurant. It was a large bright white building with a modern balcony wrapped around the second floor housing several tables for dining al fresco. We walked up the long wide staircase and was met by a rather handsome man, tall, dark skinned, warm brown eyes and long black hair, who opened the door for us.
    “Thank you.” We both chimed.
    “Welcome to Adelphia ladies.” He smiled broadly, his voice smooth.
    “We have a reservation for two. McAdams.” Libby announced.
    My heart jumped. I hadn't heard anyone say that name in so long. I tried my best to shake it off. After all the trouble Libby went through to take me out, I at least owed her a pleasant dinner. No talk about what happened. I was determined there will be no heartbreak tonight. There was plenty of time to go back to feeling sorry for myself tomorrow. Tonight was Libby’s…and mine.
    “We’d like to have a drink at the bar first, we’re early.”
    He swung his arm towards the bar. “I will let you know when your table is ready.”
    “Thank you.”
    We both climbed up onto the cushioned stools.
    “What do you want to drink?”
    “Manhattan?” I asked.
    “Two Manhattans’ please.” Libby held two fingers up as she spoke to the bartender.
    “Of course, any preference of bourbon?”
    “Blanton’s if you have it.”
    “We do. Two Manhattan’s.” He tapped the bar with his hand before going off to make our drinks.
    I looked around the room admiring the airy light feeling.
    “Mmm. Light and airy.”
    “What?” Libby asked.
    “I didn’t think I said that out loud.”
    “You did…but,” She looked around the room, “you’re right. It is light and airy.”
    The walls were white and filled with tasteful pictures of the Greek Islands. There was a large mural on one wall of the coastline and the small homes dotted up the mountain. Wisteria flowering and climbing up the façade of the bright white homes with bright blue roofs. Towards the back of the restaurant were several large four-poster seating areas with elegant mosquito netting surrounding each one. A dotting of tables with long bench seating covered in bright blue cushions.
    “That’s where we’re going after dinner. There is another bar back there and there’s live music. I reserved a table to the side.” She pointed to the far left rear of the room. “Like that one.”
    I felt a twittering in my stomach and knew the butterflies were getting ready for an all out attack. Libby must have seen the look on my face.
    “Don’t be nervous. It’s just us. I promise. Here have a sip.” She pushed my glass towards me.
    I lifted the drink to my lips and relaxed as the cool bourbon slid through my mouth making a heated trail to my stomach. Libby talked about her day and the people we worked with as only Libby could. She has a great sense of humor and was great at telling a story. It’s an Irish thing. Runs in the family. Dylan was just like her. Although she was officially older, by eight minutes, than her brother, they shared so many of the same traits.
    I told her about dropping my card case during my big outing to the supermarket and she laughed when I told her about the guy who found it on the floor, but wasn’t sure