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Chapter 6
Abby had no idea what she’d been thinking, agreeing to go on a date with Trent. The two of them getting close again wasn’t a good idea. Yet she hadn’t been able to say no. That, apparently, hadn’t changed either. Even as kids, he’d been able to talk her into doing things she wouldn’t normally do.
She’d picked up her phone at least a dozen times since he’d dropped her off at her car on Monday, ready to tell him she’d changed her mind. But every time she started to dial the number, something would stop her. She had to be a glutton for punishment.
So instead of calling him like she knew she should, Abby did her best to ignore the pending date on her calendar. She went about her day, taking care of things for Max and trying to get through the boxes of paperwork that never seemed to end.
Her efforts at avoidance were going well until Thursday morning rolled around. She pulled up to the office, parked her car, and began walking toward the building. A man was shoveling mulch into a wheelbarrow not far from the walkway. She didn’t think much of it until he turned to the side and she got a glimpse of his face. It was Trent.
Abby thought maybe she’d be able to sneak by without him seeing her, but luck wasn’t on her side. He looked up right as she passed. Their gazes met and she seemed unable to move. His hair was in complete disarray from the work he was doing and his shirt was already clinging to his body from the heat of the day. It was one of the sexiest sights she’d ever seen.
A slow smile lit up his face. He knew she was checking him out.
Before she could do something to embarrass herself, Abby forced herself to look away and raced inside. Her face heated as she hurried toward the elevators. She could only imagine what was going through his head after she’d stood there ogling him.
It was useless to try and deny that she was attracted to him. On some level, she’d always been. When they were younger, they’d had a special connection. If she was honest with herself, Abby knew that if Trent had asked her out back when they were teenagers, she would have said yes.
But as he’d pointed out, he wasn’t a kid anymore and the feelings he was evoking within her were anything but childlike.
Like the coward she was, Abby had lunch delivered in case Trent was still working out front. She sat in Max’s office, catching up on what was happening with his dad. Hearing that the doctors were suggesting the family talk to a hospice helped to cool her libido. Max might live six hundred miles away from his parents, but they were still close. It was one of the reasons it had hurt Max so much to find out about his dad’s illness. Now he had to face the reality that his father would most likely die in the not-too-distant future.
What Max was dealing with made her problems seem small and insignificant. She almost felt guilty for fretting so much about Trent and his family when Max had so much on his plate.
On her drive home that night, Abby decided to take a detour. With all the talk of family, she was missing her dad. He’d been gone for over ten years, but there were times when she could still feel him with her.
Abby turned down the familiar street and followed it for several miles until she saw the blue and black sign of the shooting range her father used to take her to. She found a parking spot and went inside. The place felt familiar, even after all this time.
She walked up to the counter, already scanning the guns in the case. Since she lived in New York City, she didn’t own a firearm anymore. Gun laws there were beyond strict and she’d had no desire to jump through all the hoops one had to go through in order to purchase a firearm, so she’d have to rent one.
“How can I help you?” the man behind the counter asked.
“I’d like to rent a 9mm and some range time.”
“Sure.” He reached behind him, and then placed a form in front of her. “Fill this out, and
Chapter 6
Abby had no idea what she’d been thinking, agreeing to go on a date with Trent. The two of them getting close again wasn’t a good idea. Yet she hadn’t been able to say no. That, apparently, hadn’t changed either. Even as kids, he’d been able to talk her into doing things she wouldn’t normally do.
She’d picked up her phone at least a dozen times since he’d dropped her off at her car on Monday, ready to tell him she’d changed her mind. But every time she started to dial the number, something would stop her. She had to be a glutton for punishment.
So instead of calling him like she knew she should, Abby did her best to ignore the pending date on her calendar. She went about her day, taking care of things for Max and trying to get through the boxes of paperwork that never seemed to end.
Her efforts at avoidance were going well until Thursday morning rolled around. She pulled up to the office, parked her car, and began walking toward the building. A man was shoveling mulch into a wheelbarrow not far from the walkway. She didn’t think much of it until he turned to the side and she got a glimpse of his face. It was Trent.
Abby thought maybe she’d be able to sneak by without him seeing her, but luck wasn’t on her side. He looked up right as she passed. Their gazes met and she seemed unable to move. His hair was in complete disarray from the work he was doing and his shirt was already clinging to his body from the heat of the day. It was one of the sexiest sights she’d ever seen.
A slow smile lit up his face. He knew she was checking him out.
Before she could do something to embarrass herself, Abby forced herself to look away and raced inside. Her face heated as she hurried toward the elevators. She could only imagine what was going through his head after she’d stood there ogling him.
It was useless to try and deny that she was attracted to him. On some level, she’d always been. When they were younger, they’d had a special connection. If she was honest with herself, Abby knew that if Trent had asked her out back when they were teenagers, she would have said yes.
But as he’d pointed out, he wasn’t a kid anymore and the feelings he was evoking within her were anything but childlike.
Like the coward she was, Abby had lunch delivered in case Trent was still working out front. She sat in Max’s office, catching up on what was happening with his dad. Hearing that the doctors were suggesting the family talk to a hospice helped to cool her libido. Max might live six hundred miles away from his parents, but they were still close. It was one of the reasons it had hurt Max so much to find out about his dad’s illness. Now he had to face the reality that his father would most likely die in the not-too-distant future.
What Max was dealing with made her problems seem small and insignificant. She almost felt guilty for fretting so much about Trent and his family when Max had so much on his plate.
On her drive home that night, Abby decided to take a detour. With all the talk of family, she was missing her dad. He’d been gone for over ten years, but there were times when she could still feel him with her.
Abby turned down the familiar street and followed it for several miles until she saw the blue and black sign of the shooting range her father used to take her to. She found a parking spot and went inside. The place felt familiar, even after all this time.
She walked up to the counter, already scanning the guns in the case. Since she lived in New York City, she didn’t own a firearm anymore. Gun laws there were beyond strict and she’d had no desire to jump through all the hoops one had to go through in order to purchase a firearm, so she’d have to rent one.
“How can I help you?” the man behind the counter asked.
“I’d like to rent a 9mm and some range time.”
“Sure.” He reached behind him, and then placed a form in front of her. “Fill this out, and
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