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my head. “I thought you were dating what’s his name?” Last I heard Candice was doing the hot and heavy with a trainer down at the gym.
    But I immediately knew I was out of touch because she rolled her eyes and informed me, “Honey, I dumped him weeks ago.”
    “Ah,” I said. “Yeah, I never could keep up with your social life.”
    “What’s to keep up with?” she asked me. “Lately it’s been nothing but crickets.”
    “You know what I think your problem is?” I said to her, and ignored another eye roll. “I think you get bored too easily.”
    Candice gave me one of her famous smirks. “Gee, Abby, you think ?”
    I chuckled. “I know, allow me to point out the obvious, but seriously, honey, what you need is a boyfriend, not a fling. You need someone who can put up with your shit and give it to you right back. You also need someone who doesn’t look in the mirror at his own reflection every five seconds.”
    “Wow,” she said with a laugh. “Talk about a one-eighty!” I blushed, as I knew exactly where she was going. “Two years ago you were all, ‘Guys, who needs ’em? I’m going to be single forever!’ and now you’re lecturing me on boyfriend material? Ladies and gentlemen, the world as we know it has officially ended.”
    It was my turn to roll my eyes. “I’m serious,” I insisted. “Candice, ever since I’ve known you, you’ve only had one serious boyfriend.”
    “See?” she said. “That should tell you I’m not hopeless!”
    “He was married !”
    “Ah,” she said, fiddling with her napkin. “So he had one tiny, little, insignificant flaw.”
    “And his wife came after you with a butcher’s knife!” I said, recalling her telling me about that particularly ugly scene years ago.
    “What?” Candice said innocently. “She missed, didn’t she?”
    I shook my head ruefully. “Okay, maybe you’re right. Maybe you shouldn’t get tied down. Maybe you should find someone to fool around with one minute and dump the next. Maybe it’s just safer for everyone involved if you do.”
    Candice made her hand into a gun and said, “Pow! Now you’re talking.”
    The waiter came by and removed our plates, asking us if we wanted to see the dessert menu. I could feel the waistline of my new skirt pinching into me, so I declined, and shortly after, we had paid the bill and were ready to leave.
    As we stood up, something from the other side of the room caught my attention and I gasped as I realized none other than Brice Harrison had just entered the restaurant. A short man hurried over to him and I could hear him say, “Good evening, Agent Harrison! So good to have you back in town with us again. May I show you to your usual table?”
    Harrison hadn’t seen us yet and I elbowed Candice and nodded in that direction. “What the hell is he doing here?” she snapped.
    “Having dinner,” I said.
    “Do you think he followed us?”
    I asked the question in my head and my radar said no. “I don’t think so,” I told her. “But from what I just overheard the maître d’ say, I believe this is a regular haunt for him.”
    “Well then, let’s go,” she said. “This place doesn’t have as much charm with him here.” I led us over to the other side of the restaurant, keeping other dining patrons between us and Harrison on our way to the exit.
    As I reached the stairs, I turned to comment on what a great meal that was when I noticed Candice wasn’t behind me. With surprise I realized she was over at Harrison’s table, talking to him, the waiter, and the maître d’. I didn’t know what she said, but it obviously upset Harrison—his eyes smoldered meanly at her while the waiter and the maître d’ appeared in complete shock.
    With a little wave to them Candice turned and sauntered over to me on the stairs, chuckling like she’d just cooked someone’s goose. “What’d you do?” I demanded, climbing the stairs quickly.
    Candice’s chuckle deepened. “I merely told