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“It’s a blind date.”

“Since when do you go on blind dates?”

“Since, Trina said her friend was new to town and didn’t know a lot of single people and thought we might hit it off.”

“Oh.” His answer surprised her. “Well, if you’re busy, we can get together some other time.”

“What about breakfast on Saturday? I’ll bring Simon and we can make it a double date.”

“Sounds good.”

“We’ll come by and pick…”

“That’s okay. We’ll meet you at Soho Grand.”

“Okay, see you at nine-thirty.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

Kyla sat staring out the window trying to figure out what was happening to her, and why she was upset Sean had a date. They were just friends. But since she’d started spending time with him, she was feeling a little off kilter. The problem was, she was beginning to think. Winnie barked and she looked down at her smiling face. “It’s all your fault. You and Sean.” She knew why Sean gave her Winnie and as much as she tried not to admit it, his plan worked. His care instructions had forced her to open her heart to love. Not only had she fallen in love with the cute little dog, she also fell in love with herself.

She looked at Winnie and smiled. “Well, it seems it’s just you and me tonight. How about we split a bottle of mineral water and call it a night?” Winnie barked and followed Kyla into the kitchen. As they walked into the kitchen her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID “Liar.” She let the call go to voice mail, just like she did the other twenty-three messages. There was no need answering the call, because the message was probably just like the others. “I miss you and I’m trying to work something out.” That was a joke and a lie. Eric said he had an ironclad pre-nup and all he had to do was give Olivia the divorce papers and the agreed upon settlement, and their marriage would be over.

“Come on girl, let’s get that drink.”

Chapter 38

KYLA STOOD IN FRONT OF the building, looking for the address. The numbers on the stone building said 175 West Ninety-Third Street. She reached into her bag for her cell phone and began dialing her office. After two rings, Antonio answered.

“James and Company, how may I help you?”

“You can help me by giving me the right address,” Kyla barked back.

“Hold on Chica, don’t bite my head off. Where are you?”

“I’m on Amsterdam and Ninety-Third.”

“Where exactly are you?” he asked again.

“I’m at 175, but…”

“You’re in the right place. What’s the problem?”

“Am I meeting the client at their home or—”

“Hold on, let me call him.”

She walked up the steps to the building, pushed open the door and stepped inside.

Looking around the space, it became obvious that she was in the wrong place. There was no doorman or directory of offices on the wall. She turned to walk out, when the beautiful music coming through the speakers grabbed her attention. She started walking down the hall in the direction of the music, and placed her hand on the knob to open the door, when Antonio came back on the line.

“Chica, hang tight, his assistant is on her way to get you.”

“So I’m not at the right place?”

“Sort of…they own both buildings and he didn’t realize his office is in 177, not 175.”

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