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"First of all, here's my email. That goes directly to me. If you don't mind, just send me a quick email so I have a way to get in touch with you. I need to get going on it, so I'll probably have some questions for you by tonight." She leaned in closer to him. "But here's the real question. Here's the question of the day, Isaac."
"Oh, man, this sounds deep."
Jill leveled him with a stare. "What if I get her here? What if I write this whole thing and I actually get this girl, Ari, to come to Seattle? What then? Will you actually want todateher? Your staff said you only date women for a day or two."
"Who said that?"
"Cindy."
"Cindy?" he said, furrowing his eyebrows playfully.
"She didn't just come out and offer the information. I asked her who all you date. I thought about it, and I don't want to go making any sort of promises to a girl in a book. What if she comes here expecting you to want some kind of relationship with her?"
Isaac thought about that for a few seconds.
He searched his heart.
He took a deep breath and started to say something but then stopped himself.
"What?" Jill said.
"You know, honestly, Jill, I'm excited for you if you like the story for your book and you want to do it, but I think the chances are pretty astronomical that the specific girl would read it and respond to it."
"Gee, thanks," Jill said.
"No, I know it's a good idea, and you sell a lot of books. I'm not saying that."
"What if she comes here?" Jill asked bluntly. "What if I write it and she comes back? Would you want that? Do you evenwanta girlfriend?"
"I don't know how to answer that because I didn't expect to be having this conversation. I really regret letting her get away if that means anything," he added with a shrug.
Isaac didn't think Jill's plan would work, but he was fine with his story being a part of her romance novel if she wanted it that way.
Chapter 4
Ari Moreno
***
The following November
"You're managing the largest dance studio in Atlanta," my mom said. "There's going to be some drama."
"I'm used to drama, but disciplinary actions like these are really rare," I said. "We had to kick her out. She's never allowed to come to the studio again."
I was on the phone, talking with my mom on my way to workâsharing some of my stresses with her.
"How old is she?" Mom asked.
"Sixteen."
"Sixteen?I thought you were going to say four or five. She's sixteen and you had to kick her out for fighting?"
"Yes. She was a nightmare, honestly. I hate to put it like that, but it's true. It was bad from the beginning with her attitude. We really struggled with her. But the last straw was this fight. It got physical."
"Who had to be the one to talk to her parents?"
"Me. I did the talking, but Miss Kathy was right there."
