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"You like that, don't you? Irritating me with those names?" Kaitlyn asks with a glare directed at me

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"You like that, don't you? Irritating me with those names?" Kaitlyn asks with a glare directed at me. We stand in front of her door after we spent a surprisingly enjoyable afternoon together.

After our first disastrous encounter, I honestly never expected us to get along so well. When we ran into each other at the cemetery, I knew she was still pissed off, but the more we talked, the more she relaxed, and I'm pretty sure she meant it when she said she'd forgiven me.

What I'm not sure about is why I feel drawn to her. There's something cute and innocent that she radiates, which is a welcome and refreshing change for me. The women I usually socialize with are anything but innocent, as much as I hate to admit it.

"Yeah," I answer her question. I love the reaction I get from her when I call her those pet names. And how her body responds when I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, makes me smile. The cutest soft blush suffuses her cheeks, and when she meets my gaze, she makes me feel things I haven't felt in a while. Without reading too much into it, I turn around with a wave of my hand and leave her standing there looking after me.

When I walk past my dad, who has probably been watching us while pretending to clip the bushes, I stop and turn to him with my arms crossed in front of my chest. "What's with the matchmaking, Dad?"

He looks at me with mock surprise. "Matchmaking? Pfff," he mumbles. "But I gotta say, she's a nice girl. Maybe spending time with her will rub off on you. Don't ruin her though. Ah, damn," he says with a sigh and runs his hand over his face. "Maybe this wasn't such a great idea. Maybe you should stay away from her."

I shake my head with a laugh. "Too late for that. I'm picking her up tomorrow morning. But don't worry, Dad; I'll behave."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, because that's what you always do."

"Exactly. So, see ya." With a laugh, I continue on my way to my car when my dad dismisses me with a wave of his hand.

On the drive to work, that silly smile is back on my face. I know my dad is right - I shouldn't get too close to her. But who says we can't spend some time together and have a little fun? Whatever that might include. What's the worst that could happen? She's only staying for a few weeks after all.


"You think Howard's gonna sell this place?" Daniel asks while we sit at one of the tables in the corner of the Kingston Bar and eat a little something before our shift for this evening starts.

I look up from my plate at my colleague. "Not sure. When I talked to him, I could see the hesitation on his face. I know he doesn't want to sell, but his wife's condition is getting worse."

Daniel puts down his fork on his empty plate and leans back in his chair with a sigh. "Who knows what kind of offer Jackson made."

"Yeah. It must involve lots of money, that's for sure." I empty my drink and put down my glass a little too forcefully. But luckily, no one turns to us when it lands on the coaster with a startling thud. I rest my elbows on the table and rub my forehead, trying to ignore the upsetting thoughts about what might happen if Howard decides to sell his bar to Jackson.

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