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side of the kitchen to what looks like it could have been a dining area. 
    “My table used to be here,” she admits.  “But since it goes past the kitchen and is somewhat secluded I moved my table over there,” she points to the table located to the front right of the kitchen in front of a window.  “Then I had the owner, Jason, help me move a bed, dresser, and nightstand up here.  It was his idea to add this privacy curtain,” she informs me pulling back the curtain and revealing a double bed with a brass frame against one wall, a white-washed nightstand and an old chest of drawers in dark wood.  But the best part is the dormer window with a seat bench.  I can imagine myself just sitting there reading a book.
    “It’s gorgeous, I absolutely love it! It’s better than I hoped for.  I thought I was going to be crashing on your couch until I could get a place of my own,” I admit.
    “I’m happy to have you here and I don’t want you to feel like you have to rush to move out.  Besides, like I want you sleeping on my beautiful cream colored sofa,” she teases me, socking me playfully in the arm. “Just put your bags on the bed.  You can unpack later. Let’s go downstairs for a little while,” she demands, pulling me by the arm.
    “Can I, at least, freshen up first?” I ask her sardonically.
    “Fine, but hurry up!” she commands, flopping down on the couch to wait for me.  I pull a few toiletries out of my luggage and head to the bathroom. 
    I step into a large bathroom with a vanity made from barn wood and two-drawer open shelf with an artisan top.  The bathtub is a large claw foot tub with shower and a wraparound shower curtain.  I’m loving the country look and feel of her place so much I may never leave.  I set my travel bag on the counter and take out my toothbrush and brush my teeth.  That feels so much better.  I grab my paddle brush and pull it through my dark hair.  My hair falls to the middle of my back and curls at the ends, which tends to tangle.  I give it a few more strokes; that will have to do for now.
    “Okay, I’m ready,” I tell Summer as I walk out the bathroom.
    “Great, let’s go,” she says walking to the front door.  I don’t understand what all the rush is about.  Like she told Mom and Grandma, I live here now.  I’ll have time to meet people.  But I don’t say anything, I just follow behind her.  If she’s happy, I’m happy.
    When we reach the entrance Summer bursts through the front door of the establishment like she owns the place.  I scan the room quickly taking in my surroundings when my eyes land on a man leaning against the bar. My step falters slightly as I take in his long lean frame clad in fitted jeans and a red flannel shirt with his dark hair curling up the sides of his well-worn baseball cap.  Even from this distance, I can see the crystal blue color of his eyes, it’s almost startling.  He has a few days growth of beard and it in no way detracts from his good looks, it just makes him appear more rugged.  I feel an instant pull of attraction and quickly tamp it down.  A guy like that is the last thing I need.
    Summer waltzes straight up to the man.  “Hey, Cooper.  What are you doing here on a Wednesday night? I usually don’t see you till the weekend?” She asks, snatching the beer from his hand and taking a sip.  An unwarranted knot of jealousy forms in my stomach at her familiarity with him.
    “I came by to see you,” he tells her in the lowest sexiest voice I’ve ever heard. 
    “Well, Cooper you’re in for a treat.  I’d like for you to meet my sister Skye.  Skye this is Cooper Talbott,” Summer says, making the introductions. 
    I stick out my arm for a handshake and look directly into his eyes out of habit. His eyes are just as beautiful as I first suspected, I could get lost in them.  I’m waiting patiently for him to take my offered hand but he just looks at me.  Do I have something on my face?  I tip my