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friends showed up to help, I made my exit.
    On my way to work that day, I found the radio station’s website and pulled up the older editions of Slice of the City on my phone. I listened to four by the time I got to the office, including the one about that Blue Shade place. I have to admit…her review made me want to try it out. That, and I was still mesmerized by her voice. And I really didn’t think she had a phone sex voice like Madden said; it wasn’t that unnecessarily sexual. But it was sexy, and that’s what I couldn’t get out of my head.
    I spent the next eight hours at my desk, and by the time seven o’clock hit, I was rubbing my weary eyes. Somehow I was typing in the radio station’s web address on my laptop. It looked almost the same as it did on my phone, and I don’t know what I was expecting to find, but I clicked on the Slice of the City tab again. No matter what I looked through, there still wasn’t a picture to be found of this woman. There were pictures of the establishments she’d reviewed—even my sister’s was on there from the day before—but nothing that showed me who this “Sinclair” lady was.
    I closed everything up and headed home. Fate had a strange way of working Her magic sometimes. I felt like my sister was deserving of this boost, and all of her texts throughout the day made me a very happy big brother.
    Before I pulled into my driveway, I’d passed Peter getting his mail. He’d waved, I had waved back, and I drove on my merry way. But when I stepped out of my truck that was now parked in the garage, Peter was coming up my driveway and I could feel my mood slip pretty quickly.
    “Howdy there, neighbor! How goes it?”
    If I haven’t painted the image of this guy well enough, I’m extremely sorry. Just hearing him say those words made me have to stifle a groan. He sounded like that really religious neighbor, Ned Flanders, from The Simpsons .
    “Hey, Peter, how are you?” I removed my work satchel from the back seat and shut the door as I faced him.
    Eyeing the briefcase-like bag as I slung it over my shoulder, Peter asked, “Long day at work?”
    I glanced down at my bag, which was loaded with my personal laptop and six different client files. “Yeah, somewhat. No work no pay, and no pay means no play.” I laughed at my own joke but he only stared at me expressionless. Clearing my throat, I asked, “So, uh, did you need something, Peter? I’m gonna head inside, shower, maybe eat something…”
    He seemed to refocus on whatever he’d come by for, or at least I hoped he would so he could leave.
    “Well, I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Dane.”
    I arched an eyebrow at him, not at all expecting such a serious reflection of his time. “Oh? How come?”
    Peter gave me a smile, and whether it was genuine or not, he looked like a fucking noob standing there. This guy was seriously a mess of things I didn’t understand.
    “I really enjoyed having you and Christopher at my home the other night. I would truly like it if you came by more often. Maybe I could host a dinner on a specific night of the week and the both of you could attend?”
    The fuck? He wanted to hang out with me more? No. Absolutely not . And Chris and I had barely been active participants at his party the other night anyway. We just didn’t fit in.
    “You want- you want me to come over more?” I stammered. “Well that’s a nice gesture, Peter, but I just don’t have time. Thank you for inviting me to your bachelor party, but that was kind of a one-time thing. I’m just not that social.”
    Well it was sort of true. I was social when I felt like being social, but no, I couldn’t keep faking my way through interactions with this guy. I wasn’t the type to shoot the breeze with someone on any given day, and especially someone I had nothing in common with. Polite was one thing; buddies… no .
    “Maybe if you tried it now and then, you’d find you liked it,” Peter smiled. “Perhaps the