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*Also writing as Cindee Bartholomew
ALSO WRITTEN BY K. BROMBERG
Driven
Fueled
Crashed
Raced
Aced
Slow Burn
Sweet Ache
Hard Beat
Down Shift
UnRaveled
Sweet Cheeks
Sweet Rivalry
The Player
The Catch
Cuffed
Combust
Cockpit
Control
Faking It
Resist
Reveal
Then You Happened
Hard to Handle
“But why?” I ask my best friend, Tara. “Why do I have to go with you?”
“Two reasons. One, you need to get out of the house. You’ve been sulking around long enough. Jack was an ass and doesn’t deserve a single minute more of your time.” She sits next to me and puts her arm around me. “I hate seeing you like this.” She hugs me tight and I lay my head on her shoulder. “Lizzy, you deserve better.”
“My heart is tired of hurting.” I confess.
“You need a change of scenery, and selection.”
Tara and I have been best friends since college and this isn’t the first time, she’s seen me down in the dumps over a dude. Some of the dudes I’ve dated, she’s liked, and some, she hasn’t. Jack was one she never liked and she was right. He was a decent dude, but a dud.
I ask my bestie. “What’s the second reason for going with you?”
“I don’t want to go alone,” she smirks at me. “Please?"
“Ah,” I laugh, “the truth comes out.”
Her eyes twinkle, “Please come, Lizzy. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“I don’t know.” I try not to capitulate too easily. “What will I do while you are busy being John’s latest conquest?”
“Last. I’m going to be busy being John’s last conquest." She corrects me, while her mischievous grin smiles at me.
I nod and reword my question. “What will I do while you are busy being John’s last conquest?”
“Why don’t you go to The Lost Boys dinner show?”
“Tara,” I hug her, knowing she has given getting me out of my apartment a lot of thought, “that’s an excellent idea!” Then pick my phone up off the coffee table. “If I can get a ticket, I’ll come with you.”
She leans across the space and hugs me tight. “You can. They aren’t sold out Friday night.”
I laugh with her. “You’re the best!”
“I know.”
Three days later, Tara pulls up outside my apartment and my phone dings.
I’m here. Do you need help?
No. Be right down.
I grab my backpack, look around my apartment, then lock the door.
When I slide into the front seat next to her, she flashes her cute smile and her eyes twinkle as she greets me. “There’s my beautiful bestie. Glad to see your happy face is back.”
I grin. “No more Jack-asses for me! Let’s go!”
“Atta a girl!”
She backs out of the parking spot, puts the car in drive, and we leave our small town for the city and John’s house.
Tara and John met six months ago at the Medical Center where she is a nurse. He is a pharmaceutical representative and was there pushing a new drug to a staff doctor. Tara barged in on their meeting to announce that the Doctor’s wife had been in a car accident and was being admitted to the emergency room. The doctor left Tara to handle the transaction, she and John went out that night, and they’ve been dating since.
During the miles and miles of interstate highway, Tara and I talk about my dating woes. “So, what’s your advice for me this weekend? I’m obviously doing something wrong to keep getting Love Bombed.” I ask her.
“Don’t go out looking for love.” She cuts her eyes at me. “Just go out dancing to unwind. Have fun.”
I nod. “I will. My heart isn’t ready for anyone new. It’s tired of being strung along.”
“Lizzy, you have to stop worrying about finding the right guy. He’s just going to show up.”
I cut my eyes at her. “How am I supposed to know who he is? A lot of guys show up.”
“Your heart will know.” She states. I almost laugh at her, but I know she is serious, and I would never hurt her feelings. “Even if a dude is really digging you and he’s a good catch, if your heart doesn’t react,” she cuts her eyes at me again, “not respond but react, as soon as you see him, then he’s not the one.”
I mull over her answer. I’ve been with dudes that stirred my heart, but was it a response or a reaction? “Is that what happened with John?” I study her. As good of friends as we are, she never told me how she felt the first time they met, just the story of how they met. “Did your heart react?”
She laughs, “As soon as John smiled at me, my heart went nuts. I knew right then, that if he asked me out, I was going to say yes. By the end of the transaction, I knew that if he didn’t ask me, I was going to ask him.”
“Wow!” I’m surprised by her answer. Tara is a very reserved, shy person and the fact that she intended to be so bold and ask him out shocks me. “It was that fast?”
She nods. “It was. The more I get to know him, the better he gets too.” She grins so big I can’t help but believe her.
“Love looks good on you.” I state.
The GPS tells us to take the next off ramp, and our conversation is over. As Tara skillfully maneuvers the directions being issued, I think about what she has described. I’ve never believed in love at first sight, but it seems too real. Tara and John are proof.
The closer we get, the more excited she becomes, and the brighter her star shines. But as soon as we turn onto John’s street, we see a candy apple red Corvette parked in front of his house, and her status shifts from star to stalker in a split second. She blurts out, as if I have a clue. "Whose car is that?"