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with a
huge blue bow and a note. I called out. "Mason? Marion? Aunt
Heather?" Any one of them could have done this. However, I said
Mason's name first because he had joked about sharing the cake and
getting me a window seat cushion so that I could watch his 'naked
dance' as he called it.
    I finally closed my front door behind me when
no one answered out. I dropped my purse on my side table, walked
over, and picked up the note, which was obviously written by a man.
'Something soft to rest your butt on while you watch me.' With a
smiley face.
    I walked over to the kitchen table and there
was another note on a small white piece of paper, it simple read.
Call me if you want to share that cake tonight.
    I rushed over to my cordless phone and dialed
in the direct number to the building maintenance. Mason answered on
the second ring. "That didn't take long. You just got home. I saw
you pull up and park while I was fixing a tenants stuck window that
overlooks the lot."
    His voice was cheerful, and it sounded like
he was just as happy to see me as I was him. This was too good to
be true. He was either the most romantic man I had ever dated, or I
was in some kind of dream that I have yet to wake up from. Maybe I
haven't woken up from the night after my family birthday dinner.
That thought caused a shiver, so I pinched myself.
    "Amber? You there? I can hear you breathing."
He sounded worried so I responded quickly.
    "I'm here. Sorry. I guess I am a bit stunned.
The cake, the cushion, where do I start? It's all very..." I let my
voice trail off.
    "I know romantic. Does it make me sound any
more like a man if I tell you my younger sister helped? She stopped
by earlier and wanted to know what was new. I told her about you
and your birthday tomorrow. She did the investigative work on the
cake. Found the bakery you ordered from and picked up the cake. She
actually found the cushion too. Sorry, I would like to take claim
to that..."
    I stopped him before he went on. "Hurry your
ass up over here and tell me then. And Mason?"
    His voice held a bit of laughter. "Yes?"
    "I missed you today." I let out that sigh
that he made me feel as if I was lost in a lustful bliss.
    "I missed you too." He hung up and I barely
had time to brush my teeth and fluff my hair when a knock on my
door had me running out of the bathroom.
    "Your door was unlocked. Not very safe." Then
he turned and locked the door.
    "In my defense, I was a bit surprised. The
cake and candles, the milk, the cushion." I took the steps to close
the gap between us, and before I could kiss him, he had me wrapped
up in his arms kissing me like a hungry man. I quickly wondered if
date number two was too early for hanky-panky. At least, my whohaw
wondered. My mature female, needs to grow up brain, told my whohaw,
not tonight dear, just a few more dates. Mature parenting sucks,
even if it is to your own body.
    When we pulled away from the kiss, he looked
into my eyes as he stroked the side of my face, letting his fingers
linger down to my neck. Then with a soft voice, he admitted to me.
"It was all my sister's idea. A good one at that with the reaction
I just got."
    "I haven't even met her, but I know I like
her already." I smiled up at him.
    "You'd love her. She's smart, funny, sweet
but not a push over. She's the one sister I really connected with.
You know. We talk about everything. I always check up on her and
she does the same with me." He looked as if he was remembering fond
memories of his sister while talking to me, which touched a soft
spot in my heart. At one point in our lives, Bethany and I were
great friends, not just competitors in our mom's love and
affection. She won out at an early age, so I quickly gave up
trying. I still loved Bethany as a sister, but Marion and I had
that sister connection that kept us best friends as long as we have
been.
    "Hey." I pulled his arm over to the table.
"I'm starved. Let's eat this cake."
    He let me lure him over to the table, where
he quickly