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over, I plan on telling Brenda about what happened between you and a certain waitress at the family reunion.”
    Did I mention that Frank and I are related? Oh, I’m sorry. I completely forgot to mention that Frank is my second cousin on my mother’s side of the family. The side of the family I always like to call the cuckoos.
    But of course , please don’t tell my mom I said that; she would kill me.
    “You wouldn’t dare , Sarah.”
    “Oh wouldn’t I ? Just don’t mess up my car again.” I pressed the button on the wall once more while waiting. Taking a deep breath, all I had wanted to do was grab something to eat, find a nice place to sit, and clear my mind. All the cups of coffee I consumed weren’t helping my empty stomach. When the door opened, I got in and pressed the down button.As the doors slowly closed, I heard someone shout, “Hey wait!”
    I q uickly pressed the open-door button, it slowly slid open, and an exhausted Max ran toward me and stepped onto the elevator.
    “Thank you so much ,” he said.
    “You’re welcome.” I tried my best not to look over at him and didn’t say a word. But my stomach apparently had others plans, and it started to growl so badly my cheeks grew hot. Lord knows I didn’t want him to hear the rumblings, but I guess he did, because he looked over at me in a quizzical manner.
    “You must be as hungry as I am , huh?”
    I didn’t want to laugh , but a chuckle escaped my lips. “Yeah, I didn’t get the chance to have breakfast this morning and grabbed a banana, instead. Plus, all the coffee I had really didn’t help much with my hunger. Usually, I have some chocolate in my desk, but I guess I have to get some more.”
    “Oh , you like chocolate, huh?”
    I looked over at that amazing smile of his, framed by those gorgeous dimples. Up close, he was even hotter than I remembered.
    “Yup, I love it. Don’t you?”
    “Who doesn’t love chocolate? Say , would you like to have lunch with me? I’m going by myself, and I hate to eat alone.”
    Thank God for rails , because lord knows I needed some support. I reached back and grabbed hold of the handrail. “Sure…why not.”
    “Great . I know this really nice café that serves the best chocolate desserts ever.”
    We both walked out toward the revolving glass doors and stepped outside into a gust of wind.
    “We can walk down this way ; it’s right around the corner.”
    Today had been a particularly windy day , and the breeze seemed to play with my hair as it kept lifting my long tresses and sending them flying in my face and eyes.
    “Damn it!” I shouted , while turning downwind.
    A particularly strong gust hit us, pushing us along side of the building. We stood there while I ran my fingers through the strands of hair that had collected on my face. At least I was able to see what was in front of me.
    “This is what happens when you have so many building together like this . The wind coming from them is always high,” Max told me.
    “Thank God I didn’t wear my long skirt today like I had planned.” I don’t know why I told him that.
    “T oo bad you didn’t,” he said, and his words shocked me more than my own.
    I didn’t say a thing after that , and a moment later, we rounded the corner to see the Clarks’ café. Once inside, we grabbed a table, while the hostess gave us our menus. Silence reigned for the longest time after we had ordered our food, but I quickly decided that if I was going to be sitting there, at least I would grab the opportunity to get to know the man.
    “So , you are going white water rafting this weekend?”
    He looked puzzled for a moment but then quickly smiled. “Well, I was going, but two of the guys copped out, so I guess I’m spending another weekend at home, instead.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that . Well, there is always next time, you know.”
    “So true , but with these guys, it’s like trying to heard cats. With all our varying schedules, there is plenty of conflict,