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are you talking about? I'm not all twisted up."
    "Yeah...keep telling yourself that little brother."
    Before he could deny her accusations again, Diana said, "So tell me about her."
    Dylan began his story of how he first met her, unaware of who she was until he saw her again at Brent's club. He finished off with how he'd showed up at Dottie's studio.
    "It wasn't exactly how imagined things would be when we saw each other again."
    "You caught her off guard," Diana said matter-of-factly. "Quite frankly, she probably never expected to see you again. And then you show up on her turf and her people know you. It was probably just a lot for her to take in."
    He did see Diana's point. He'd been watching her dance and she more than likely had no intentions of sharing that particular performance with anyone. She may have felt like he violated her privacy.
    "I'm sure you'll see plenty of her with you helping Miss Dottie out. She'll warm up to you."
    "How can you be so sure?"
    "Because you're an amazing guy."
    "You are slightly biased, seeing that we shared the same womb for nine months."
    "No..." Diana said with a smile. "That just makes me an expert on you."
    They sat in silence for awhile, before Diana asked, "So how is Miss Dottie?"
    "As feisty and bossy as ever," Dylan said with a chuckle.
    "Ever since you told me you ran into Brent I've been thinking..."
    "About?"
    "Stopping by there and looking into taking some dance lessons for the wedding."
    "You should definitely do that," Dylan encouraged. "Miss Dottie would be ecstatic."
    "All right," Diana said growing excited. "I'll talk to James about it this weekend."
    After they finished eating, they headed back to the department store to finish up the registry. By the time they were done, Dylan still had thoughts of Julie dancing around in his head. He hoped the next time they met, things wouldn't be so tense. Perhaps he could move things in a better direction by offering an apology.

 
     
    Chapter 5
     
    "Come on."
    Julie turned the key in her ignition for the third time with no luck. Finally accepting the fact that her car had, once again, died on her, she fell forward and placed her head on the steering wheel. After wallowing for a few minutes, she grabbed her bag from out of the passenger seat, got out of the car and headed for the bus stop. The classes were over for the day and her grandmother had left. Dottie was on her way to teach a dance class at one of the senior living developments and Julie didn't want to be a bother.
    After she took a seat on the bench, she wiped the sweat from her brow. Even though the sun was setting for the day, the heat was still quite stifling. She stuffed her earbuds into her ears, turned on her music, closed her eyes and tilted her head back, hoping the next bus would arrive sooner rather than later.
    She'd barely finished listening to a full song, before a tall shadow blocked the sun out of her face and a sense of awareness pricked her body. She slowly raised her head and opened her eyes to find Dylan standing over her.
    "Hello again."
    She couldn't seem to get over how smooth his voice was and the things the sound of it did to her. She suddenly felt extremely self-conscious of the way she must look at the moment, sitting at the bus stop a hot sweaty mess from dancing for hours then sitting out in the heat.
    Speaking of hot and sweaty...
    Julie took in Dylan's appearance and realized he was in jogging shorts and he was covered in sweat as well as breathing heavily.
    "Hi," she said quietly.
    "Doing better today?"
    She sighed and looked in the direction of her car. "I was."
    He followed her line of vision then looked back at her. "Car trouble?"
    She nodded then looked past him when she saw the bus was coming.
    "I don't mean to rush off, but I've got to catch this," she said standing.
    "I could take a look at your car if you'd like, maybe even give you a boost if you need one."
    "Really? You would do that?"
    "Of course, I would just have to run back