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Timmy had wandered off with Carly to the garage some time ago. He flicked on the space heater so she wouldn't shiver in that killer dress she was wearing. "Always so fancy for parties?" he asked.
"I like to look my best," she replied. The conversation rolled on from there and he found himself enchanted by her. She was smart, pretty, charming. That was probably an understatement, given that charms was her major.
Carly didn't intend to actually end up enjoying Tim Ford's company, but there it was. He was a perfect gentleman and so genuinely interested in conversing that she found herself less interested in scoring on Shabby's brother and more interested in actually connecting to him. How is this my night? she wondered, but without as much annoyance as she would have forty-five minutes prior. Of course, that lack of annoyance was terribly short lived.
Addy was starting to think that Tim had vanished off the face of the planet by the time she'd gone through the rest of the house. The only place left was the garage, and she really hoped he was in there because she didn't want to leave without talking to him first. She had to say or do something to make things right between them, didn't want to have that strange awkwardness tinting their friendship.
She pushed open the garage door hopefully. The first thing that struck her was how warm it was in there. The second, was that Tim wasn't alone. Carly was there with him, and she was making that awful flirtatious giggling sound she made around guys, stroking his arm, batting her eyelashes at him.
Addy could feel her heart sink into her stomach. She swallowed hard, muttered "my bad," and backed out again.
"I like to look my best," she replied. The conversation rolled on from there and he found himself enchanted by her. She was smart, pretty, charming. That was probably an understatement, given that charms was her major.
Carly didn't intend to actually end up enjoying Tim Ford's company, but there it was. He was a perfect gentleman and so genuinely interested in conversing that she found herself less interested in scoring on Shabby's brother and more interested in actually connecting to him. How is this my night? she wondered, but without as much annoyance as she would have forty-five minutes prior. Of course, that lack of annoyance was terribly short lived.
Addy was starting to think that Tim had vanished off the face of the planet by the time she'd gone through the rest of the house. The only place left was the garage, and she really hoped he was in there because she didn't want to leave without talking to him first. She had to say or do something to make things right between them, didn't want to have that strange awkwardness tinting their friendship.
She pushed open the garage door hopefully. The first thing that struck her was how warm it was in there. The second, was that Tim wasn't alone. Carly was there with him, and she was making that awful flirtatious giggling sound she made around guys, stroking his arm, batting her eyelashes at him.
Addy could feel her heart sink into her stomach. She swallowed hard, muttered "my bad," and backed out again.