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right now if I had that
one figured out.”
    She laughed and
patted my leg. My stomach let out a growl and Callie’s eyes widened at the noise.
I could smell the fresh banana bread that Busy was setting out, and I knew
another embarrassing noise was about to make its way out. I was going to open
up a piece of gum to stave off another round when I spotted him.
    He was watching me
with that cocky grin, daring me to flinch, but I righted my posture and held
his stare.
    “Which one of you
ladies had the chicken Panini?” Wyatt asked as he got closer, his eyes still
locked on mine. He knew it was mine. Every time I went in, I ordered the same
thing—it was too good not to. But he was making a point since I hadn’t
been by in a while.
    I snorted, loud and
cringe-worthy. I couldn’t help it. Still, he walked over and set the plates on
the small table and waited for me to say something.
    “Thanks, Wyatt,” he
said aloud, talking in a feminine voice as he carried the conversation for the
both of us. “No problem, Vi. Busy asked me to bring these out to the two girls
in the back.”
    “Thank you,” Callie
said, smiling up at Wyatt. He turned his attention to her and grinned.
    “Viola made a
friend,” he said with a lopsided grin.
    “Are you her
friend?” Callie asked.
    “We’re
acquaintances,” I interjected.
    “Wyatt. And you
are?” he asked, extending his hand.
    “Single,” she said.
“I mean, Callie. Not single. I mean, I am single, but my name is Callie. Someone tell me to shut up.”
    “Shut up,” I said,
laughing at her bumbling.
    She looked over and
her cheeks looked as if someone had slapped her across the face.
    “Nice to meet you,
Callie,” he said before returning his attention to me. “How’s it going?”
    “She needs a job,”
Callie said casually, to my mortification.
    “Thanks,” I
muttered, looking up at Wyatt and shrugging. “I still have a little time before
I have to find something.”
    “I actually know
someone looking for an assistant now,” he said. “The lawyer I used to transfer
ownership of this place just moved into a building a few blocks away and it was
too far for his last employee. I can give you his number if you want it.”
    “Actually…” I
wanted to argue and turn it town, but the sooner I found a job, the better. It
was on the tip of my tongue to say something snarky, but the truth was, I had
bills I needed to pay—and though it wasn’t my dream job, I needed
something. “Yeah, that would be nice. Thank you.”
    He nodded and
walked away, leaving me with Callie and questioning why it was that I’d decided
to let her stick around.
    “He’s into you,”
she said.
    I almost got
whiplash with how quickly my head turned to face her. It was one thing to think
it myself, but she put it out there
in the open. For Callie, it was simply a matter of fact.
    Each time she spoke
was like nails on a chalkboard, and it had nothing to do with her accent. Her
lack of boundaries of any sort was beyond my comprehension. And there she was,
spouting even more insanity.

 
    Into me?

 
    She must have been
out her mind; I barely knew the guy.
    “Don’t play dumb.”
    “What part of ‘married’
did you not get?” I asked, annoyed with her words.
    “You said it
yourself: he cheated on you. Maybe you need to rebound.” She leaned over to see
if she could spot Wyatt, but when she didn’t, she sat back in her chair. “He
would be an awesome rebound.”
    “And how would you
know that? You just met the guy,” I said.
    “You don’t want?”
she asked, offering me a chance to keep him for myself, and I shook my head. It
was too soon. Way too soon. I was never of the mind to get over one guy by getting
under another. Maybe that was where I went wrong. But in this case, it really
was just a matter of timing.
    “So you’re cool if
I try…” She stopped talking as Wyatt walked back over and handed me a piece of
paper with a name and number scrawled on it.
    “I called him