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but she just sat there nodding her head, smiling.
    The smile made me think that maybe Faith wasn’t quite as intimidated as I’d first thought. It was a slightly condescending, sarcastic smile—the kind that said I’m not really listening to you.
    My phone buzzed in my pocket as I was admiring the way the setting sun made Faith’s hair look like a fiery mass of curls. Her strawberry-blonde curls looked more strawberry than blonde in the waning light. How much more perfect could a hair color be? The red tones in her hair shone so brightly, they actually cast sparkles around her like many fireflies.
    My cell phone buzzed again, and I took it out to see who was texting me. It was my friend Shawn.
    Shawn: Whatcha doin?
    Joe: Nothing really. What’s up?
    Shawn: Nothing? Really?
    Joe: Nope, why?
    Shawn: Because it looks like you’re a Peeping Tom. Who’s the chick?
    Busted. Shawn and Carrie were standing about ten feet from me, watching me spy on Faith and her friend.
    “Hey , man.” I reached out and gave Shawn a one-armed man hug. “Hey, Carrie.” She got a smooch on the cheek.
    “So who are we spying on?”
    If it was anyone else, I would have shrugged it off and moved on, but I’ve never kept anything from Shawn. “She’s my date for tomorrow.”
    “Your date?” Shawn shaded his eyes to get a better look, making me nervous that Faith or her friend would glance down and see us checking them out.
    “Stop that, man. She’ll see us.”
    “Which one? The scrawny one or the cute blonde?” His remark earned him a soft slap on the arm.
    “Hey!” Carrie wasn’t really offended. She knew she was the only one for Shawn. “Standing right here, you know.”
    The love they had for each other was remarkable. Honestly, it used to disgust me, but lately, that kind of affection made me think about my own lonely life. I think I might be ready for some of that.
    Shawn put one of his beefy arms around Carrie, making her look even smaller than she was. “Aw, Carrie girl. You know you’re my one and only. I like brunettes, anyway.”
    Carrie laughed and playfully slapped him again—she was a red-head.
    “So really, Joe. What are you doing?”
    “I’m not altogether sure.” I told him about Stan seeming to believe she was a dud date. “His reaction was weird. He acted like she was deformed or something.”
    “Well, even from here , I can see that she’s not the usual type they set you up with.”
    “I admit, she’s not tall, model thin , or overly confident on first impression, but that’s what I like about her. She’s a tiny little thing with some banging curves and wild, curly hair. She’s really cute.” Damn, I wanted her right then. The memory of her curves was torturing me. Her ass alone—God above! And her tits? Definitely more than a handful.
    Carrie gasped as she looked at me. “Oh , my God. You like her! I mean you actually like her. Wow, I didn’t think it would ever happen to Joe Starling.”
    “What’s that supposed to mean? I like a lot of the women I go out with.” Jesus, was I really as shallow as she made me sound? That was something to think about.
    “Okay. Answer this question without thinking about it. Just say the first thing that comes to mind. Ready?”
    “Sure. Shoot.”
    Carrie looked me straight in the eyes and said, “What was the very first thought you had when you met her?”
    “She’s cute. I want to wrap her up and take her home.”
    Shawn was going to say something, but Carrie put her finger to his lips.
    “What was your first thought when you met that Sophia chick way back when?”
    “I want to fuck her until she screams.”
    Carrie rolled her eyes at my choice of words, but she told me not to think about it. And it was true. When I first saw Sophia DeMarino (before I met her larger than life family), I just wanted to get my dick into her.
    “Yeah, you like this girl. What’s her name?”
    “Faith Graham. I’m taking her to her sister’s wedding tomorrow. From