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the keys and moved closer toward me, “I’ve been wanting to ask you something. I know you’re smart and I suck at calculus. I’m having a hard time with the formulas, and my grades are starting to slip. Would you be willing to help me out? My dad would pay you… what do you think?”
    My heads was spinning — What do I think? I’m freakin’ out. That’s what I think! I was able to hold it together enough to say, “Sure, I can do that.”
    â€œOkay, great. Let me have your number.”
    I rattled off my number, and Aidan programmed it in his phone.
    He texted me the word thanks . A slow smile spread across his face, then he slid out from the piano bench and walked toward the front door. “I’ll text you.”
    When the door closed, I sat there for a minute, staring at my cell phone then added him to my contact list.
    Did that actually happen?
    When realization set in, I jumped up from the piano bench and ran to the front window to make sure his truck was gone. Certain that he had left, I made my way to the door that led into the garage and peeked my head inside.
    â€œMelissa… you’re not gonna believe this!”

Chapter Three

    Several days had passed since I gave Aidan my cell number. I kept picking up my phone, trying to will the text to come through. While shredding carrots on the third night of anxiously waiting, my cell phone vibrated from my back pocket. The air left my lungs when I saw his name flash across the small screen.
    Aidan: Hey Liz, Does twice a week work for you?
    Me: Sure .
    Twice a week!

    Aidan: How about Mon & Thurs? I’ll work it out so I’m off on those days.
    Me: Sounds good. Where do you work?

    Aidan’s Facebook page wasn’t set to private, so I had already stalked him. I knew where he worked, but he didn’t know I knew that.

    Aidan: I’m a valet at a ritzy hotel.
    Me: Do you like it?
    Aidan: The tips are good. Does 8 work for you?
    Me: Sure .
    Aidan: Ok, bye.

    The thought of Aidan coming over in a few days was getting to me.
    How am I going to tutor him? I can hardly look at him he’s so cute. What was I thinking? Why did I say yes?
    â€œLiz… Liz!”
    I looked up from what I was doing and then back at the cutting board covered in carrots.
    â€œThat’s more than enough,” Mom said.
    â€œOops, sorry.” I added half of the carrots to the salad and put the rest in a plastic bag.
    My mom finished getting the meal on the table. Mason put out the plates while my dad grabbed the milk. I placed a small chicken breast on my plate, followed by a large portion of salad with low-cal dressing.
    Mom glanced over my plate, “How much weight have you lost now, Liz?”
    I rattled off, “Fifteen pounds.”
    Dad eyed me with a loving smile. “I’m proud of you, sweetie. Maybe I should join you,” he said and patted his belly.
    â€œThanks, Dad.” I giggled.
    Mom chimed in with a grin, “It’s almost time to go shopping again!”
    â€œOh, Mom.”
    When I sat down I noticed Mason wasn’t being his usual, upbeat self. “Hey, Mase? Are you okay?” I whispered.
    â€œJust tired.” Mason pushed his food around his plate.
    â€œI have some news.” All eyes focused on me. “Umm, I got a job. Well, sort of.” I took a sip of my water before I continued. “I’m going to tutor Aidan Mitchell.”
    Mason’s head snapped my way, but he didn’t say anything.
    â€œHe seems like a sweet boy.” Mom seemed pleased with the idea.
    â€œI don’t know him that well,” I confessed. But I’m sure hoping to. I felt myself smile at the thought.
    Mason was quiet for a few minutes and then excused himself from the table.
    ****
    Maggie and I began our walk at a brisk pace, spurred on by the fact it was Saturday, and I had lost another three pounds.
    Weight loss today. Eighteen pounds! Yes!
    I stood next to my