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downstairs within the next five minutes, if he was on time. And she had to give him Jason’s books anyway. She had devoured them during the week since she had a lot more free time without Sutton hanging around her apartment, distracting her. She decided not to give Jason her number, though. If he could convince his brother to give it to him, great. If Justin wouldn’t pass on her number, fine. It was a lot to ask of someone, and, if he really cared, Jason could try to hunt her down.
    Bree was slipping into her black silk evening coat, lined with a superfine, superwarm merino, when the night doorman called to let her know that her ride had arrived.
    â€œThanks, Calvin,” she said, giving herself one last once-over in the full-length mirror. Golden silk stilettos peeked from the bottom of her coat, the same color as her hair. She approved of the packaging, but she was unimpressed with the soul inside.
    â€œTime to get this over with,” she said sternly to her reflection, then she marched resolutely toward the elevator as fast as her high heels would allow.
    Justin relaxed in the back of the limousine as if he spent every night in a custom-tailored tuxedo. He gleamed like a polished statue from the top of his freshly shaved scalp to the tips of his night-black shoes. Before he could say anything, even hello, Bree got in and dumped Jason’s books in his lap.
    â€œI can’t go out with you tonight,” she said in a rush. “I don’t think we should see each other anymore. I’m really sorry. Bye.”
    Bree flung herself towards the door, but Justin caught her hand.
    â€œWait! What—”
    â€œI don’t want to talk about it, and you wouldn’t want me to talk about it. So let’s just say goodbye, all right?”
    â€œNo, it’s not all right! I know we just met, and we barely know each other, but I feel connected to you, Briona! I want to get to know you better!”
    â€œJason?”
    â€œI knew it was wrong to try to trick you. But I didn’t know how you would feel about Justin giving out your number—”
    Bree took a closer look at Jason, fully realizing what he’d done for her. “You shaved your head just for tonight?”
    He shrugged, a desperate look on his face. “It’s just hair. It’ll grow back. I wanted to see you!”
    Bree knew it would sound melodramatic, like something from A World Apart , but she had to say it: “You do see me. From the moment we met, you saw through to the real me.”
    Jason smiled, then pulled Bree into his arms. “So you feel it too? It’s not just in my head?”
    â€œYes,” Bree assured him, cuddled to his chest. “But what about your brother? How did you get him to switch with you? I feel so bad!”
    Jason laughed. “I bribed him.”
    â€œWith what? Basketball tickets?”
    â€œI told him he didn’t have to come see any of my plays for the next six months.”
    Bree giggled. “Glad to hear I’m so cheap!”
    â€œYou’re not cheap, Briona. You’re very precious. If Justin couldn’t see how much there was to you, that’s his problem.”
    â€œWell, in that case—” Bree kissed him, first lightly, then fiercely, clinging to him with both of her tiny gloved hands. She had come so close to losing any chance with Jason, she would never take any moment with him for granted, even if things didn’t work out for them in the end. But it was hard for Bree to think about the future, good or bad, when she was twined around Jason, locked in a kiss that would melt all the ice in the champagne bucket if they didn’t stop. Bree hoped that there was an icemaker hidden somewhere in the limo, because she didn’t think she would ever let him go.
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    BREE SEEMS HAPPY ENOUGH WITH HER CHOICE. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
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