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“No you go first,” she suggested.

Seth stuck his fork and scooped up some of the rice and meat and said, “I did. My boxing story counts as one. Your turn.”

Charlene sighed but he saw she wasn’t upset about it one bit. If anything, once she started talking, the Charlene he’d come to know was back. She talked all throughout dinner. He was surprised she got to eat anything. Then again, her cooking wasn’t as bad as she made it out to be, and he actually had seconds.

It was getting late, and he needed to go. If they ended up sitting on the couch watching a movie or even talking any more, it risked something greater happening. He wanted to kiss her. And damn it was killing him not to.

“Thank you for dinner Charlene.”

“You’re welcome. It was nice having someone to cook for. Maybe we can do this again,” she said.

“I’d like that, but I still owe you dinner out.”

“I’m free this weekend if you want to pay that debt,” she said.

She definitely was a woman who said what she wanted. He had so much to do, but he needed a break. It was just dinner. “The weekend starts tomorrow night. Want to join me after work?”

“Can we go someplace…more…laid back?” she asked.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said.

“About dinner tomorrow night?”

“Yes. I’m thinking more of a day trip Saturday? What do you say?”

“To where?” she asked.

“It’s a surprise. A sweet one,” he said. Seth leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, then added, “Have a good night Charlene.”

“Goodnight Seth,” she replied closing the door behind him.

As he walked to his car the cold night air felt refreshing. It wasn’t as though her apartment had been overly hot. But being with her alone in there definitely raised his temp. And now he was taking her on an excursion.

I must be losing my mind. The more I tell myself to stay away, the more I create reasons to see her.

He was grateful that tomorrow he’d be in business meetings all day. Unless all hell broke out, there wasn’t any time to see her. Maybe a day of no Charlene was what it would take for him to stop thinking of her.

With my luck, I won’t be able to think of anything else.


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