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of the day I met Macy on our first day at DePaul. I was a naïve southern girl and she was a local, rich debutante and sorority girl extraordinaire while I was wide eye-eyed and completely blown away by all the things in the city. Fortunately for me, she took me under her wing, showed me how to get around the city and I never wanted to leave.
    “Small town…farmers….” I wrinkled my nose in disgust teasingly. “I had to get away and see something more important than the Texas flag plastered on every Chevy truck in town. I got a partial scholarship to DePaul. Came here, met Macy, fell in love, and never left.”
    “Fell in love?” He asked and based on the sparkle in his eye when he asked, I knew Dean and I were going to be great friends. Macy gave the same look when she wanted the good gossip.
    “I meant the city; but there was a guy, too. He left after I got pregnant.”

     
    “You have a kid?” He asked, shocked.
    “Macy didn’t tell you?” That was odd. She always told guys she wanted to hook me up with I had Logan just so I didn’t have to tell them and have an awkward moment like this one.
    He shook his head. “No, but that’s great. How old is he?”
    “He’ll be five in a couple of weeks. His name is Logan.”
    Our friendly banter continued through dinner as I shared stories of Logan and heard about his nieces and nephews from his oldest brother and sister. He was great to talk to, and definitely easy on the eyes, but the more I got to know him, the more I felt like the chemistry between us was of the friendship variety, and not the I-want-to-jump-your-bones variety. I let him pay the check after we were finished before he walked me to my car.
    “Would it be a horrible way to end the date if I said it feels like you’re my sister?" I laughed, loudly, at his question when we reached my car.
    “No…I was feeling the same way.”
    He placed a hand over his chest like he was wounded. I slapped it away with no pretense or stress of an actual date. “I didn’t mean that you’re a girl. Just that I feel like you’re my brother or something.”
    He leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. “I had a great night with you. Can we hang out again sometime?”
    I kissed him back and just as I expected, only felt a friendly affection when I pressed my lips to his cheek.
    What I didn’t expect was to immediately hear the voice that caused butterflies on a daily basis to come from behind me.
     

     
    Jack McMillan’s voice sent shivers down my spine instantly.
    I looked up at Dean, whose face had lost all friendly appearance and turned to Jack. He looked stunning in his black dress pants, perfectly pressed white shirt even though it was nearing eight o’clock at night, a dark purple tie I had just bought him that week, and short brown hair I almost daily wished I could run my fingers through.
    “Hey, Jack.” I said breathlessly. I couldn’t help myself. I looked back to Dean and introduced them watching them size each other up as only men can do when they’re in the presence of competition. Except I wasn’t anyone’s prize so it left me feeling confused.
    Dean leaned in my ear and spoke quietly. “Call me sometime. We can double with Macy and Tate.”
    I smiled up at him. “Absolutely. I’ll see you later. It was really nice meeting you.”
    “You too.” He gave me another quick kiss on the cheek goodnight before turning around and walking to his car down the street.
    I watched him walk away for just a second and took a deep breath before turning back to Jack.
    “How are you, Jack?”
    His focused gazed was still on where Dean had walked away. It made my insides swirl when I realized Jack was tenser than I normally saw him. Surely he wasn’t jealous, was he? I brushed the ridiculous thought from my mind instantly, but not before a slight blush crept on my cheeks.
    Jack noticed when he turned his eyes towards me. “Good date?”
    The deep timbre of his voice made my stomach do