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since we made up, but we haven’t spent too much time together. The new projects at work has kept me busy, and when I was free, Brandon seemed to be busy with his projects.
    I didn’t want to believe it, but sometimes I felt like something was bothering him, like he was preoccupied and always deep in thought in his own world.
    I opened the door to Brandon’s black Audi S7 and got in. Brandon leaned over and gave me a hug. “Hi babe. Sorry for being late.” I inhaled the intoxicating smell of his cologne and felt myself melt into his arms.
    “It’s okay, but I’m starving. Are we going to make our dinner reservations?”
    “Probably,” he said, “but I was thinking we can just do something casual, like walk around Fisherman’s Wharf and get some clam chowder at one of the vendor at Pier 39. I know it’s a bit touristy, but I’d like some fresh air. Is that okay?”
    “Sure. I actually haven’t been to Fisherman’s Wharf since I’ve moved here, so I’m game,” I said cheerfully. I looked at him and felt like something was wrong. “Is everything okay?”
    “Yeah. Why do you ask?” He looked at me with concern. He looked tired and stressed, which worried me.
    “I don’t know. You’ve just been a little distant since last Wednesday, and I’m not sure why.”
    “Oh, sorry. I’ve just been really busy,” he said, and immediately added, “With work.” He turned away from my gaze and started the engine.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yes. Don’t worry, Emma. There’s nothing wrong.” He gave me a quick glance of reassurance before returning to the road. “So I’m sorry again for not being around to meet your friends this weekend. I hope they won’t be too upset with me.”
    I looked at him, trying to study the expression on his face and wondering if he was just tired from work, or whether it was something else.
    “It’s okay.” I felt like I was saying that a lot lately. “I told them that something came up with your family.” I don’t know why, but I had a feeling there was something more to the story that he wasn’t telling me.”
    “Well I’m glad I can at least house you guys for the weekend. I’m glad my absence was at least useful.” He gave me a faint smile, and I tried to return it. Since Brandon would be away all weekend, he offered up his place for the girls to stay during their visit.
    “Thanks for offering again. I know we’ll be more comfortable there than mine. No one will have to draw stra ws to see who gets the floor,” I joked.
    He gave me a smile and turned back to the road.
    “So what are your plans for the weekend?” I asked, hoping to get some comfort from his answer.
    He remained silent for a few seconds, and then he turned to me with a look of confusion, “Sorry, did you just ask me something?”
    “I … I was just wondering what you were doing this weekend?” Something was wrong. I just knew it. His heart’s not really in this conversation.
    “Oh, I’m just helping out a family member.”
    “What’s wrong? Are they okay?” Please tell me something .
    “No, nothing like that. Just some last minute family crisis, and I promised I would be around to help out.”
    “Oh.” I didn’t hid e the disappointment and confusion in my voice as I looked out my passenger side window.
    Brandon pulled the car over, stopped the engine, and turned to me. “I’m sorry, Emma.”
    “Sorry for what?” I prompted.
    “I know it feels like things have been strained between us lately. I’m sorry I’ve been a little preoccupied with some other things.”
    “So something is going on?” So I was right.
    “Yes,” I said tentatively, “But it has nothing to do with us, and you have nothing to worry about.”
    “Oh. What is it? Are you okay?” I asked, trying to get him to tell me more.
    “It’s nothing you have to worry about. I promise I’ll tell you when I know for sure.”
    His cryptic words confused me, and left me with more questions than answers. “But