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make dating sound like a business partnership.”
    “Nothing about my dating is about business, but I do bring dates out to business functions. You see, if I didn’t, I might be bored out of my mind. It’s nice to have a distraction sometimes.”
    “I see.” So what, he’s a player now? I mean, I have seen the pictures, but to hear him say it … I feel a little nauseous. I must get these last two questions done and get out of here. This is beginning to be embarrassing.
    “What’s next for you in the ever-changing world of architecture? Anything you would like to share with our readers?”
    “Let’s just say I have been working on a secret project, which I have yet to unveil even to my brother.”
    “Interesting,” I say.
    “What is?”
    “You being secretive.” I give him a questioning look because we never kept secrets. We told each other everything. I couldn’t even keep one around him if I tried.
    “I’m not one to divulge my uncompleted projects. I trust my brother like no one else. I just won’t settle for anything less than perfection.”
    “So you are a perfectionist?”
    He nods at me.
    “I am, too,” I tell him shyly before finishing up by asking him a couple more of my prepared questions.
    “Thank you so much for taking the time to sit down and answer these questions. I will email the article to your assistant when it’s done. I was told you would need to okay it before it’s published, correct?”
    “Yes, Gretchen will make sure I get it.”
    Yes, I’m sure Gretchen will. Why do I not like her, besides her being long-legged and gorgeous?
    I begin to gather my belongings, checking the time on my phone. I was anxious to have this interview end, but now I’m sad. Is this the last time I will see Keegan? Was this our last chance at reconnecting? I just don’t have the guts to ask him why he possibly doesn’t remember me. I don’t understand. I wish Reese were here. She would know what I’m thinking and save the day. I hope she got some great shots.
    I begin to stand, and at the same time, Keegan stands and buttons his jacket. Then he holds out his hand and says, “It’s been a pleasure.”
    I shake his hand, enjoying the touch. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door, and I immediately let go of Keegan’s hand.
    “Come in,” he says.
    When I turn around, entering the room is none other than the older James brother. Kaleb has the biggest smile on his face, and he looks like he’s grown a foot since I saw him last. His short, dark hair is styled perfectly, and he is wearing a three-piece suit similar to Keegan’s, only in grey.
    Kaleb always lights up a room, and seeing him now, I feel relieved because I can see the recognition in his eyes. At least someone doesn’t easily forget.
    He quickly moves toward me. “Aimee Brennan in the flesh.” He gives me a big bear hug, lifting me off the floor and swinging me around. My briefcase drops with a thunk to the floor.
    Keegan interrupts. “Kaleb, are you done yet? I think you may have broken one of her ribs.”
    “Keeg, stop hoarding this girl like you did when we were kids.”
    Keegan smiles at me, and I’m taken aback. What game is he playing? He does remember me? This whole time, I was making a fool of myself? I don’t know whether I should be furious or happy he hasn’t actually forgotten me.
    “So, little Aimee Brennan has become the roving journalist. Hey, Keeg, you remember when Aimee had her own newspaper when we were little? She wore that hat that said ‘Press’ to all your little league games and featured you in every single sports section. She delivered those papers to everyone on the block, classic Aimee Brennan. Now look at you, all grown up.”
    I smile, knowing he’s teasing me. At eight, I did publish my own paper, and it may have been printed on construction paper, but it was a damn fine paper.
    “If I remember correctly, you both helped me deliver each and every one of those papers. Even Mrs. Sawyer requested