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along each time.
    “So give us the full report,” Grannie
said. “I’m paying a lot of money for the dating agency and would like to hear
what we’re getting for it. I might be able to overlook Bryan’s choice of job if
he’s doing it for the right reasons, has other redeeming qualities and Jordan
likes him.”
    My brow cocked up as I turned to
Jordan. I hadn’t detected any particular redeeming qualities but I couldn’t
speak for how she felt, except to say she’d appeared to be tense most of the
evening. She took her cue and filled everyone in on her date. We were all
cracking up with tears of laughter in our eyes. Jordan made it clear that while
it had been one of the more entertaining evenings she had spent, she did not
really like Bryan. We all joked for a few minutes about the various stage names
Bryan had divulged until Jared threw his hands to his virgin ears once more and
cried for mercy.
    Satisfied with Jordan’s response, I
chased down the rest of my beer and then stood to leave. “I hate to drink and
run but Derek is supposed to be home soon and I don’t want to find a party in
full swing when I get there. It’s best to nip it in the bud early on.”
    Mrs. Billette leaned over to give me
a hug from her chair and ruffled my mop of tousled brown hair. Just like my mom
had always done. It tugged at my heartstrings every time she did it. But I was
careful not to tell her because I feared it might make her feel self-conscious
about it and she would stop doing it. And I really didn’t want her to stop
doing it.
    “Thanks for looking after my little
girl.”
    “No problem.” I smiled back. I
punched Jared in the arm for being such a wuss all night with his virgin ears.
“Ten o’clock tomorrow morning at the gym? I’ll pick you up.”
    “You know it. Be ready for an
ass-whooping.”
    Grannie stood to give me a goodbye
hug. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”
    Jordan jumped up and started walking
towards the front door. “Let me walk you out.”
    I strode behind her and tried hard
not to focus on her enticing round bottom filling out the tight jeans or the
suede brown boots hugging her shapely calves. I had no right to be checking her
out this way but damn it all if I couldn’t help myself. I was a flesh and blood
man after all and sometime when I hadn’t been looking in the past four years
she had turned into a full-bosomed, long-legged, round bottomed woman. College
had rounded her out in all the right places; gotta love the freshman fifteen.
    She paused just outside the front
door and leaned back against the brick wall of the porch, peering down at her
hands while fiddling with a small piece of paper. It was dark out except for
the light of the full moon which reflected off her hair. There was a slight
breeze and tiny nip of cold in the late May evening air.
    “JT,” she said and hesitated.
Whatever it was she had to say, it was difficult for her. She stared out into
the night unable to meet my gaze. “I have a big favor to ask of you. And if you
don’t want to do it—well I’d totally understand—but I have to at least ask.”
    She caught her bottom lip in her
teeth and tugged it back into her mouth to wet it with her tongue before
releasing it once more. I watched transfixed for a moment as the moonlight
reflected off her moist lip. Reaching out I turned her face toward me and then gently
brushed a few strands of hair out of her eyes. Why was she suddenly so shy with
me?
    “You know I’ll do anything you ask. There’s
no need to be worried.”
    A smile lifted the corner of her
mouth as she gazed into my eyes. “Don’t jump the gun, JT. You don’t know what
I’m going to ask.”
    “Shoot,” I said with an answering
smile. I couldn’t imagine anything she’d ask of me that wouldn’t fly.
    “I have to go tomorrow late afternoon
to check out the venue for the wedding and reception, or alternatively the life
celebration for Grannie if I don’t find Mr. Right in time.”
    “Do you