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London about Anthony’s phone call and asked him what he thought about it.
    “I don’t really know what I think,” he told me. “Sounds like he didn’t say much to you over the phone, and you’ll have to wait and see what happens in person.”
    London was telling me something I already knew and hadn’t provided that great male insight I’d hoped he would. We talked about it for a few more minutes and discussed how I should approach my “meeting” the next day, but in the end, it was all just a lot of idle chitchat. There was no way we could plot or plan anything, or help prepare me for what might or might not happen.

Chapter 10
     
    I tossed and turned all night, but still managed to get a few hours of sleep in after leaving London’s pool house. It wasn’t solid, steady sleep, but it was enough to rest my mind and rejuvenate my skin so that I didn’t have puffy eyes in the morning.
    My meeting with Anthony was scheduled for 10 a.m., and I’d set my alarm for 7 to give me enough time to ready my body and mind and drive to Parker & Swift headquarters. My prep time seemed to fly by rather quickly, and before I knew it, I was dressed, ready, and in my car, headed toward my date with destiny.
    My phone chirped from within my purse as I drove into town. I didn’t bother to pull it out and check it. I was pretty sure it was Mom calling me last minute to wish me luck, but I didn’t really want to talk with her. I was nervous enough already.
    By the time I arrived at Stonegate Tower where Parker & Swift was located, I’d completely forgotten about Mom’s call and was concerned only with what was about to go down in the building.
    I was dressed in legging capris, a cami, an unbuttoned blazer, and 2-inch heals that coordinated with my oversized purse. I looked hip, sexy, and young, yet very professional, and I felt a little empowered by my outfit.
    I walked with my back straight and head held high and made it into Stonegate Tower and up to the 12th floor without so much as a single hit to my swagger. As soon as I walked into the offices of Parker & Swift, I was greeted by a similarly confident receptionist around my age. She was a lot bubblier and perkier than I was, though.
    “Good morning,” she said, smiling from behind her earpiece headset. “How can I help you?”
    “I’m Kirby Miller,” I replied. “I’m here to see Anthony…Swift.” I caught myself before I forgot to observe formality and say his last name.
    The receptionist looked me over a bit. I’m sure she was curious as to why Mr. Swift had taken time out of his schedule to see me, and I wondered again why my parents hadn’t been curious about the same thing.
    She clicked a few buttons on her computer screen. “Yes,” she said. “Miss Miller…you’re right here. Please have a seat, and Mr. Swift’s assistant will be out to get you in a moment.”
    I sat down in a nearby chair. Most offices have big, comfy chairs, loveseats, or sofas, but the thing I sat down on didn’t fit into any of these categories. It was more a piece of art than anything else, and its form definitely outweighed its function.
    Good fortune was on my side, however. I didn’t have to sit on that curvy black curl for very long. Less than a minute after I sat down, I heard my name called, and I looked up to see Anthony standing before me. I stood up and walked over to him, and as I did, he held out his hand.
    “Nice to see you again,” he said, reaching out to shake my hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see the receptionist. She looked shocked. After all, she’d been expecting Mr. Swift’s assistant to come get me, not Mr. Swift, himself, and the fact that the big guy came out of his office probably piqued her curiosity all the more.
    “Right this way,” Anthony said, releasing his hand from mine and guiding his arm behind me. He didn’t put his arm around me, mind you, but just held it out behind me, like an usher does when helping a person to his