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long.”
    God. Is this a dream or did I actually bump into this insanely hot guy who insists on having a drink with me after I flashed him? I guess it can’t be a dream since Trish has arrived.
    I grab Trish’s call before exiting the lounge with a lump in my throat.
    “Hey, Trish. Have you arrived in Manhattan yet? I’m already at the Brinkley Lounge inside the Bymark Hotel, but I don’t see you anywhere. Am I at the right place?”
    “Hey, Candy. Yeah, it’s the right location, but I’m stuck in Nashville. There’s this rainstorm raging. We ended up circling the airport trapped in the plane for at least an hour before we were able to land. The city is a mess and it took forever for me to recharge my phone before calling you.”
    “Oh, no. Are you okay?”
    “It was a little scary for a minute, but I’m safe and everyone on the plane is also safe, but it seems like I might be stuck here for a few days. What a bummer. I wanted to be able to see you before I headed to Maine to see my mom.”
    I know Trish is family and I’m so happy she’s safe and sound, but I’m also elated at the fact she won’t get in the way. “It would have been great to connect before you head to visit Aunt Caroline. We’ll have to connect when you come back.”
    “Yeah. I should be back soon. Fingers crossed I land this part in this national commercial shooting in New York. I’ll keep you posted. I wanted to let you know I wouldn’t make it tonight so you don’t worry.”
    “Thanks for calling. I’m happy you’re okay.”
    “Are you going to go home since you must be hanging out alone?”
    Thanks, Trish, for assuming things you know nothing about. “You know what? I got all dressed up and I’m wearing a pair of ridiculous heels killing my feet, but since I’m here, I might pop into the bar for a quick drink.”
    “Alone?”
    The insinuation cuts me. “Yeah. Why not? I might meet someone.”
    “Candy, I don’t want you to get hurt. The Brinkley Lounge is a place where… how can I say this?” She pauses and I can hear the wheels in her head turning trying to find a hurtful comment. “It’s a spot in New York where gorgeous models, famous celebrities and high-powered executives hang out. I’m not saying you’re not a cute girl. You have the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen, but…”
    “But what, Trish?”
    “I would hate to know I wasn’t there to prevent others from making disparaging remarks about your size.”
    Fuck you, bitch.
    Devin was right. Trish is a real backstabber and if it weren’t for blood ties, I would have dropped her like yesterday’s trash a long time ago. She has no idea I’ve lost ninety pounds, because I’ve never shared my weight loss journey or the URL to my blog with her. I couldn’t stand her judging me. Heck, she doesn’t even know what I do for a living. She’s so caught up in herself she couldn’t be bothered to find out if anything had changed in my life.
    “Thanks for your concerns, Trish. I’m going to hang up now because while I was waiting for you to arrive, I connected with an eligible bachelor who happens to be sizzling hot and who, unlike you, has no issues with the way I look.”
    Bye bye.
    I clutch my phone, enraged by her comments. How can she always find the right words to irk me so much? Even though I’m at a much healthier weight, I’m sure Trish would find a way of putting me down. Thank God for a rainstorm.
    I shake Trish’s words off when I remember my sexy admirer is waiting for me. I’m so giddy I could click my heels like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz .
    She’s not coming, I chant in my head before turning around. Oh, let me text Devin so he doesn’t get too worried.
     
    Sorry about cutting our conversation short. I literally bumped into my secret admirer while I was making my way to meet Trish.
     
    I’m so excited when he responds immediately.
     
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    What are you talking about?
     
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    I have to run, but essentially,