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moment.  “We were planning to go
to the aquarium on Sunday and maybe the museum.  It’s still too cold to do much
outside.”
    He nodded.  “True.  But
I see that despite the temperature you’ve found ways to keep Jessie occupied. 
I like that.”
    She smiled.  “Thanks.”
    “And,” he continued, “if
you don’t think I’m being too presumptuous, I would love to tag along.”
    “Really?’  She stared
at him, incredulous.  As much as the idea appealed to her she just couldn’t
picture this suave tycoon trudging behind a five year old and her
not-so-young-anymore mother.  She chuckled inwardly at that thought. 
    “Really,” he said with
a laugh.  “And you don’t need to look so shocked.  I’m human, you know.”
    “I know,” she said,
smiling back.  “After all the information I gathered on you I know you like
you’re my brother.”
    “Or lover,” he said and
gave her a look so full of promise that her heart jerked in her chest.
    “What time should I
pick you up?”  he asked.
    No backing out now. 
“Ten-thirty should be fine,” she said, accepting defeat.
    But it was a defeat
that sent a thrill running through her entire body.  Drake Duncan was going to
spend Sunday with her.  Oh, and Jessica, of course.  Mainly Jessica.  But no
matter if his focus was not on her, just being with him was going to make
Sunday a heck of a great day.
    ******
     
    “Why do you do this to
me, man?  I told you, I don’t like dressing up to go to rub shoulders with the
rich and famous.”  Tyson James glared at Drake as he loosened his cuffs and
began to roll back his sleeves.
    Unconcerned that his
friend looked ready to throw a hissy fit, Drake chuckled.  “Talking about the rich
and famous, you’re not so shabby yourself.”
    “That’s beside the
point.  You know I hate it when you invite me to your parent’s house.  You guys
are old money.  I’m new money.  Old and new don’t mix very well.” 
    At that Drake laughed
out loud.  “That’s a ten-ton load of bull and you know it.   Mom and Dad love
you.  Too much, if you ask me.   I’m beginning to get a bit jealous.”  He fell
silent as the server approached their table with two mugs of beer then, drinks
served, he turned his attention back to Tyson.  “It’s my birthday so suck it
up.  Tomorrow.  Four-thirty.”
    It was Friday night
and, as they did every now and then, Drake and Tyson swung by Simpson’s, an
exclusive sports bar not far from Navy Pier.  It was the perfect place to
unwind after a long and hectic week.
    “Tyson grinned. 
“You’re getting old, man, real old.”
    “Thirty-four?  Perfect
age.  Young enough to be called young, old enough to not make too many stupid
mistakes.”  Drake shrugged.  “And it’s not like you’re any younger. 
Thirty-five in August, right?”
    Tyson laughed.  “You
got me.”  Then as his chuckle died away he turned curious eyes on Drake.  “So
how are things with the love of your life?”
    Drake leaned forward
and picked up the frothing mug.  He took a sip of his beer.  “Going good, I’m
guessing.”
    “You’re guessing?”
    “It’s early days yet so
I don’t want to make any premature calls but she looks like she’s coming
around.”  Drake shrugged.  “At least she hasn’t slammed the door in my face. 
I’ll be spending Sunday with her.”
    “Sweet.”  Tyson gave
him a look of triumph.  “I told you – back off, give the lady some breathing
room, and slowly work your way back in.  It worked, didn’t it?”
    “So far so good.”
    “You damned near scared
her away for good, dropping the marriage bombshell on the table like that.”  He
shook his head.  “Glad you took my advice and stepped back and gave her a
chance to miss you, let her see you in a different light. So…Sunday, huh?”
    “No need to look so
smug.”  Drake shook his head at Tyson.  “It will be three of us.  Her little
girl will be there and we’re going