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hands in hers, shaking them.  It was the same look she always gave me when she wanted her way.  And like always, I gave in to her whims. 
    “Okay.  Fine.  What time?”
    She squealed with excitement, bouncing up and down on the sofa.  For the first time in months, I laughed.
    * * *
     
    Later that night, I found myself standing outside the door of Olivia’s high-rise condominium.  I rang the doorbell, all the while I cursed myself for having agreed to this.  I was in no frame of mind to meet her new boyfriend.
    She opened the door, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans and a shell-colored, off the shoulder sweater.  Her hair was perfectly piled up on top of her head, and her makeup was flawless as usual.  Just looking at her made my self-esteem drop a full point.
    “I’m so glad you came,” she squeaked, pulling me into a tight hug. 
    “I didn’t think I had a choice,” I joked.
    She waved me inside and closed the door behind me.  “You’re right, you didn’t.”
    She guided me through the foyer into the living room.  Olivia had put a lot of money into decorating her condo.  The walls were painted a brilliant red with gold accents which sparkled in the spacious lighting.  A plush sofa with a matching love seat and oversized chair surrounded a lavish entertainment center.  First time visitors would be clueless to her fifty-two inch plasma screen television that was shielded by the large doors of her entertainment cabinet. 
    We walked around the corner into her kitchen and I came to a screeching halt.
    There he stood, in the middle of her kitchen, surrounded by white marble countertops and stainless steel appliances.  The man from the beach was propped against the counter, leaning back on his elbows with his feet extended out in front of him.  My jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of this perfect specimen of a man.
    Wearing a pair of tailored khaki pants, brown loafers, and a royal blue shirt with the sleeves capped at his elbows, he looked even more delicious than he had when donning his running gear.
    I shook my head slightly to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.  His lips twisted into a knowing smirk.  A soft shiver ran up the length of my spine as his eyes washed over me.  Had I not known better, I would have sworn he had physically touched me.
    His lips were smooth and plump, perfect for kissing or possibly biting.  His soft, clean shaven face gave him an almost boyish appeal. 
    As he pushed away from the counter, my whole body began to quiver with the magnetic charge flowing through my veins.  He was as beautiful as I remembered, maybe even more so.  The moment our eyes met, I was a goner.  Those amazing aquamarine eyes danced with recognition, and I all but feared he would tell Olivia I had shamelessly ogled his ass only hours earlier.  In my defense, I had no idea who he was then. 
    “Kenz, this is Andrew Wise.  Drew this is McKenzie Evans,” Olivia pointed to each of us as she spoke.
    Drew closed the gap between us in a single step.  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mickie,” he said as he extended his hand toward me.  The fact that he called me by my childhood nickname solicited a girlish giggle from me.  No one, but my parents called me that anymore.
    “The pleasure is all mine, I’m sure,” I replied as I took his hand.  He had a nice firm handshake.  My father always told me that you could trust a man that would shake a woman’s hand properly.  And while that might be true, his handshake wasn’t what I was paying attention to.  The attraction that I felt for him on the beach had exploded inside me the instant our hands met.  It was as if I were alive for the first time in my life.  This was unlike anything I had ever felt before. 
    His cocky smirk faltered when our skin pressed together.  My heart sank into my stomach when he abruptly pulled his hand back.  For an impregnated moment, he twisted and turned his hand, examining it like a piece of