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still haven’t called him. He really wants to take
you out. I think he’d be good for you!”
    I tried not to
groan. Robert was the son of my mom’s best friend. He was two years older than
me, but he wasn’t attractive and he was extremely
dull—worse-than-watching-paint-dry dull . His idea of great conversation
was discussing the differences between American and British politics.
    “No thanks, mom.
Not interested.”
    “Why not? He’s a
good guy! He has his own law firm, he’s in great shape—”
    “And he’s boring .
I’ll pass. See you tonight, mom.” I hung up.
    I made my way
down the beverage aisle and grabbed a carton of dry milk. I headed for the meat
section and grabbed a few pounds of beef— soy beef.
    As I walked by,
I looked up at the reflective glass that hung over the chicken display. I still
had problems recognizing myself on some days. I was still coming to terms with
the new and improved me—the woman who actually enjoyed putting on
make-up and spending more than twenty minutes on her hair.
    You still got
it...You still got it...You still—
    I pushed my
basket straight into a display of cereal boxes.
    Great...
    Stooping down, I
began putting it back together the best way I could. I wanted to fix everything
before the snotty manager came over and said his infamous, “Mistakes like this
are what drive our prices up.”
    “Need some
help?” A deep voice said from behind.
    “Sure.” I didn’t
look up. I kept stacking the red boxes in between the yellow ones, making sure
each box was perfectly aligned into the tacky half diamond formation.
    As I stacked the
last cereal box atop the display, I turned to look at the man who’d helped me
out.
    OH. MY. GOD...
    He had one of
those faces that belonged in a Ralph Lauren ad—stark blue eyes that gleamed
with the faintest hint of light, a perfectly chiseled jaw line with a light
sexy stubble, and full, well-defined lips that looked inviting enough to kiss
all day.
    He was dressed
in dark blue jeans and a black sweat shirt with “San Fran” in white letters.
And for some odd reason, he was smiling at me.
    He’s probably a
student at the law school down the street....If only I could go back in time...Oh
well...
    “Umm...Thank you
for your help.” I turned away and went back to my basket.
    “Wait a minute,”
he said as he walked over. “I didn’t catch your name.”
    How cute...
    “Claire.”
    “Nice to meet
you, Claire. I’m Jonathan.” He reached out to shake my hand. “I know this may
seem forward, but I can’t leave the store without knowing if I can I take you
out tonight.”
    What? Did he
just ask me out? For tonight?
    “Umm...”
    “You can pick
the place.” He smiled a perfect white smile and ran a hand through his jet
black hair. “And we can meet there if you don’t want me to pick you up.”
    Stop looking at
his smile and avert your gaze somewhere lower...Not that lower!
    “I would but...” I
literally couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was the sexiest man I’d ever
seen—his face had to have been personally sculpted by the Gods, and I was starting
to feel this strange rush of warmth coursing through my veins. “I can’t.”
    “Is it because
you’re seeing someone else?” His eyes veered to my bare left hand. “Are you
married?”
    He has to be
kidding me...
    “No. I’m not
married or seeing anyone else. I’m—”
    “So would eight
o’ clock tonight be fine? Where exactly do you want to meet?” He looked
directly into my eyes and I almost collapsed onto the floor.
    The look he was
giving me should’ve been reserved for a seductive scene in a romance movie and
his dreamy smile was lethal...
    “Look, I’m
completely flattered but you look kind of young.”
    He furrowed his
eyebrow. “That’s very nice of you to say, but that doesn’t answer my question.
Where do you want to—”
    “How old are
you, Jonathan ?”
    “Twenty eight.”
His beautiful eyes lit up.
    Twenty eight?!
Why am I still standing