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as I heard the doorbell ring. I carried the shoes in my hand, trying to hurry out before it woke Grant up, but I was too late. He was standing at the door, shirtless, with his hair sticking up in seven different directions and looking confused. Seth was staring at him with a look on his face that I couldn’t quite interpret, but something told me that it was bad. I knew nothing had ever happened between me and Grant, and never would. He was too much like a brother and that would be icky. But I guess I’d never thought about how it might all look to my boyfriend before.
     
    “Hi,” I said. “I just have to grab my jacket and put on my shoes. Come on in.”
     
    Grant blinked a few times and then glanced over at the television. “Did we finish the movie?” he asked, as Seth stepped in. I saw Seth’s pretty eyes take in the rumpled afghan on the couch, the Chinese food containers and likely the fact that there were no lights on in the room. The only light still came from the TV.
     
    “No,” I said, since Grant was still looking at me. I slipped on my jacket and said, “I think we both fell asleep. I’ll see you later.” I looked at Seth and said, “You ready?” Seth sent one more sideways glance in Grant’s direction.
     
    “Yes, I’m ready.” He didn’t look happy.

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    CHAPTER THREE
     
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ADELE
     
     
    When we got down to the car Seth said, “Our reservations at the steakhouse aren’t until eight so I thought maybe we’d go by Neil’s first for a drink if that’s okay with you?”
     
    “That sounds great,” I told him. Neil’s is a classy upscale cigar bar where they serve something like thirty different kinds of martinis. They also had a small, limited menu, but it was stuff like pizzas with strange toppings and hummus, not really a place you want to go for dinner, but great for a drink or two. We walked in to the small place and could hear the piano music wafting across the floor. The bar was enormous and took up most of the space and there was a loft level and an outdoor patio as well. The walls were made of cherry wood and the floors were laminated hard wood. It was a nice, comfortable place.
     
    We found a private little table and Seth asked me what I wanted to drink. I settled on a dry martini and he ordered one of the specialty beers they served there. When the waitress was gone he looked at me and said, “You look beautiful.”
     
    “Thank you,” I told him with a smile. “You look good enough to eat.” I wasn’t lying. He was dressed more casually than usual tonight in a blue button down shirt that matched his beautiful eyes and a pair of designer jeans. He literally took my breath away almost every time I looked at him.
     
    He grinned and said, “Maybe I shouldn’t be taking you out for dinner then. I don’t want you to lose your appetite…”
     
    “That would never happen,” I told him. That was true too. I couldn’t even imagine ever not wanting him. Our drinks came shortly and we kept our conversation light. Seth had been talking about wanting to take me to Hawaii for a golf tournament he went to every year. I was worried about going and leaving the business in the hands of those who would rather I never came back, but tonight I let that go. I let him describe the resort and the course and the beauty of the island to me. I’d never been there. So far, I’d not been much of anywhere since I was a kid and barely remembered it.
     
    “The condos are really clean and modern and it’s so quiet there. The only noise is the birds, I swear. There are a lot of trees, so the birds are kind of loud, but it’s beautiful noise. The views over the golf course are gorgeous and you can sit on your balcony and watch the sunset. Say you’ll go with me. I love Hawaii, but I’d love it more if you were there with me.”
     
    “I would love nothing more than to wake up to the noisy birds in your arms after we fell asleep watching the sunset,” I told him. It was true and it