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kind of flowers that came from family and Dr. Mike knew enough about my strained relationship with Mom and Dad to know that this was from a different kind of admirer.
    I took a moment and rubbed my forehead.
    I’d have to talk to him, apologize maybe but for now I had work to do and a choice to make.
    After the disastrous run in with Veronica this morning, would I actually see Marco Amador again? My mind said no, but my body said yes, a thousand times yes.
     

“You like him,” Shea said, pouring me a glass of red wine from my kitchen. She had stopped by unannounced after work and was currently camped out at my kitchen table.
    “I enjoyed him,” I said, taking the glass from her outstretched hand. “There is a difference.”
    “What does your gut say?” Shea asked taking a seat. Her strawberry blonde hair piled high on her head, she had changed into work out gear for another run.
    “My gut says it was fun, really fun, amazing actually.” I sighed as I sipped my wine remembering the feeling of his hands against my body.
    “None of that sounds bad, you realize that,” Shea said.
    “Right, but what good can truly come from this. I promised myself to take a break from relationships. It’s getting weird at work and I’m afraid Marco has secrets, things he’s not telling me. The sex is good, but no sex is that good,” I said, lying to myself.
    The sex was not just good, it was mind-blowing. My gut told me that the kind of sexual connection I shared with Marco wasn’t something to walk away from without a fight. My body wanted to stay. I craved him.
    “Marco is complicated,” I said. “He is definitely more complicated than Dr. Mike.”
    “Maybe it’s time you did something a bit . . .” Shea hesitated and grinned, “harder.” She burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry it was too easy. Harder, you get it?”
    “I get it, I get it,” I said, laughing. “You are a total goofball, you know that, right?”
    “I am the best kind of goofball,” Shea said. “And you know I’m right.”
    “Maybe, maybe not,” I said, still smiling. I took another drink and glanced at the clock. I still hadn’t responded to Marco’s dinner invite. “I’m afraid to trust him. Every time I see him that other woman shows up.”
    “That is weird, I’ll admit that,” Shea said. “And he said she works for him, doing what?”
    I raised an eyebrow. “You should see her Shea, she is gorgeous.”
    “So are you.”
    “I don’t trust him,” I said, cringing. “I think about all the shit my parents went through. The divorce was awful. My mother is still not functional.”
    “You can’t keep denying yourself happiness based on the past. At least give Marco a chance to explain himself. Don’t punish the guy because of something your parents did.”
    I arched an eyebrow in response. I hated it when people used my personal history against me. “So I trust the guy who has a security detail at his door and a list of woman allowed upstairs.”
    “First, you said it was a bellboy named Todd and second, did you see this list?”
    “No, but there is a book and my name was in it.”
    “He’s a billionaire,” Shea said, slowing down for emphasis. “He probably gets wackadoodles trying to get upstairs into his place all the time. For all you know, you are the only woman on the list.”
    I shrugged remembering Marco’s comments that morning about not being used to really wanting someone, the way he had looked at me with those sad brown eyes. I froze. “He seemed sad this morning,” I said, remembering his expression. “When we said good-bye he wanted me to stay but he also seemed a little upset. Isn’t that strange?”
    “Well,” Shea said, eyes wide. “He does not seem like some asshole who is trying to use you and toss you aside. Will you just quit being an idiot and ask him about his secrets already? You have nothing to lose. You are always telling me to not over think things, to live my life, enjoy