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I got out of my Aston Martin and walked up to the little bungalow house that Hal owned or rented. I wasn’t sure. I knocked and the door opened. I couldn’t stop the smile that came across my face.
Hal had slicked back his dark hair, he had a tux that fit him very well. His long lashes looked a little longer and his brown eyes looked lighter than yesterday.
“You look really good,” I said.
He batted his eyelashes, making me laugh.
“They’re fake, just a little extra oomph,” he said. “You look good too. Very handsome,” he said, looking me up and down.
“Thanks. You ready?”
“Yeah.”
He stepped out and I backed up. We walked side by side in companionable silence to my car. I reached out and opened the door for him, and he stared at me.
“What?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do th
