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spend there. I understand your guilt but honestly Emily, you need to start letting go of that. It’s time. Doug wouldn’t want you sitting alone night after night feeling sorry for yourself and not living. You always refer to yourself as old, over the hill, past your prime, an old broad. . . all words that I have seen you use to describe yourself. Those are all lies, Emily. You are still sexy and vibrant. Your eyes could give a man an orgasm alone. My God, your humor is mind blowing. It is time for you to realize that you are still very much alive, very desirable, and not dead. It is time to let go of your fear and live again!’
     
    His words surprised me. I never knew he had it in him because he was always such a big tease. I laughed and then typed, ‘Wow, you do have a serious bone in your body!’
     
    He immediately quipped back, ‘Along with another ‘bone’ that ‘pops up’ from time to time!’
     
    Yes, I had asked for that one!
     
    We chatted a few more minutes then said good night. As I snuggled under the covers I mulled over what Ryan had told me. I knew he was right but I also knew I was scared to death to let anyone else inside my walls. I drifted off to sleep thinking of steel blue-gray eyes watching me.
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Seven
     
    My body was jolted awake by pounding on my door. I looked at the clock seeing it was seven thirty in the morning. Who would be pounding on my door at this time of day? I got out of bed making my way to the door and throwing the deadbolt back. ‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘I forgot to look out the peephole.’ I opened the door. There stood Alan in all his sexy glory.
     
    “My God, Emily, look at you .” he smirked.
     
    “I’m sorry, Alan. I’m a mess, I know .” I stammered as I realized I was in a pair of boxer shorts and T-shirt. My hair was down and hanging all over as if I had been in a wrestling match. My makeup was a little smeared.
     
    “No! You look sexy as hell! I love it! I came to get you for breakfast and make plans to take you on a picnic on my bike,” he explained.
     
    “Come back in thirty minutes and I’ll be ready,” as least I hoped I would!
     
    I slipped into my jeans, brushed my teeth, repaired my makeup, and dragged my hair back into a ponytail . A black light weight tank top hung in the closet. I slipped it on pulling a blue chambray work shirt on over it. I was as ready as I would ever be just as there was a knock on the door. I opened it, stepped out, and melted under his smile.
     
    “Are you ready to take a ride on the bike after breakfast?” he asked.
     
    “I thought we were going to plan a picnic lunch for later today,” I answered surprised.
     
    “I have it all taken care of for this evening. I thought I would drive you around the area and let you see it in the light of day. Is that okay with you?” he asked.
     
    Alan opened the door for me as we entered the restaurant. I scurried in without answering as we were seated once again by a window overlooking the water. It didn’t go un-noticed that I hadn’t given him an answer as he sat across the table from me. I could see it in his eyes.
     
    “Emily?” he asked. I avoided eye contact with him at first. Then I looked up into those piercing eyes.
     
    “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked again.
     
    “I’m just not sure I understand why you would want to spend so much time with me. If you are looking for a playmate for the week, you’ve got the wrong girl, Alan . I had the best lover a woman could ever have and I have no intention of looking for another,” I curtly responded.
     
    Alan’s eyes did a double take as if I had slapped him across the face.
     
    He sat back away from the table as if trying to read my emotions. “I don’t remember telling you that was what I wanted, Emily. I think, if I remember correctly, I expressed I wanted to be friends with you and get to know everything about you.” He paused for a moment watching the