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smile and tip my head to the side as I think of him possibly waiting around for me.  The injustice of it all, meeting a guy like him at a time like this, twists at my stomach and makes me frown, so I try to look on the bright side. "I had fun with him. He kinda reminded me of hanging out with my brothers." My face morphs into a scowl. "Only hot and I wanna kiss him. Unlike my brothers," I add.
    "I think your brothers are super hot and I want to kiss them." Em shrugs.
    "Eww!" I throw an H12 screw at her and we get back to work.
     

 
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    Certainly Uncertain
     
    When Kaylee comes in the next day, she's bubbly and pleasant. The paperwork goes smoothly and her background check comes out squeaky clean. We ask her to start on Friday so she can get acclimated. Neve and Sarah start that day, too, so it'll be nice to have everyone together (especially since that'll be about a week before our grand opening). The furniture guys won't be in to install our front desk and dental chairs until Wednesday, anyway, so that gives Em and me time to get paperwork in order and grasp onto the last few quiet days with just the two of us in the office.
    On Thursday, while we're working on putting together the last few pieces of furniture for the waiting room (I'm officially an expert on putting side tables and chairs together now, BTW), my phone rings. Em stops what she's doing and stares at me with a huge grin on her face.
    I check the number, see that it's not one I already have programmed, and pull in a deep breath. It could be any number of people calling about the practice or deliveries or it could be the bank or even --
    "Hello?" I stop myself by answering.
    "Jules?" It's a guy. And as much as I don't want to admit it, I still remember his melty deep voice from the other day in the coffee shop.
    "Um, yeah. And who is this?"
    Em rolls her eyes at me and goes back to work.
    "Andrew. We met at the coffee --"
    "Oh, yeah! Andrew. Right." I hate myself.
    He laughs. "I was thinking of getting a coffee, heading over to the park to soak up some of this sun, and I'd really like to check in and see how Kaylee's interview went. Care to join me?"
    My chest aches with un-sure-ness. Of course I shouldn't. He was cute, nice, I had a great time talking to him the other day, and he has "delicious distraction" written all over his suited body. The wobbly part of my stomach returns from my texting conversation with Joel the other day, reminding me I can't be letting myself get distracted right now. My mama always says, A squirrel with too many acorns in his arms is bound to drop 'em all at once . Opening a business at twenty-eight is a big deal. I got here because I was focused, sometimes too focused for boyfriends (ask some of my exes). And I really don't want to overload myself with acorns this time around.
    But on the other hand, meeting with him might give me the chance to learn some more about Kaylee, another thing twisting my gut in uncomfortable ways. Even though everything checked out, the girl is still a veritable mystery to me and if we're going to put her as the face of our business, I owe it to myself to do as much research as I can.
    I realize I have been silent for much too long. "Oh. Today. Um..." I stall while I try to decide. "Sure," I say, finally.
    "I'll meet you there in ten." He hangs up after I say okay.
    My stomach settles instantly. He's meeting me there, not picking me up. Good. This definitely isn't a date, then. He simply wants to check in about his client -- totally business related.
    I fill Em in, ignore the are-you-sure-it's-not-a-date? face she makes, take down her order for coffee, plant a kiss on my hand and stick it on the top of her head in thanks for letting me escape the madness of tedious Ikea furniture building.
    Andrew was right; it's a beautiful day out. Just walking the few blocks down the street makes me feel so much happier. Honestly, Em and I were worried moving here that we might not like living in such a small