CHAPTER 3

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 Randi waited impatiently for his turn at the coffee shop

in Amesport, having stood in line for almost ten minutes

before arriving at the foot of the queue. He wasn't used

to standing in line, and his turn was usually immediate. 

 He was wasting time, and that annoyed him. He didn't 

 squatter time that he could be used for work, and he

 didn't spend any evenings so distracted that he stopped

 the dictation he'd been doing on an important financial

 report to find a diversion.

He'd ended up driving himself to Brew Magic for a

nonfat mocha coffee with no whipped cream, a beverage

he'd come to tolerate after Jared eat dragging him into

 the coffee shop to get his fix. If Jared was here, he wouldn't 

be sparing the whipped cream or the fat. Evan's younger

brother liked his coffee with every available evil now to

man, usually accompanied by several of the calorie-,sugar-,

shelves of the racks behind the glass.

"Can I help you, sir?" A friendly teenager stepped up

to assist him as Evan became the next person to place his

order.

He quickly told the smiling girl what he wanted, feel-

ing uncomfortable in the cramped, busy space. People

 were vying for tables to sit and sip coffee, probably to get 

 out of the frigid temperatures outside. People milled around 

 him as he waited for his coffee to be blended.

What am I doing here?

Unfortunately, Evan knew exactly why he was there.

After finding out that even his pen pal had a date, he'd been

restless. For some unknown reason, he'd been annoyed that

she was actually going out on a date. He hadn't been teasing

when he'd told her he was jealous. He was envious of the

man she was out with tonight. Somehow, he'd come ad-

dicted to her words on the screen, and he wanted to know

what she was doing. Was she having a good time? Was the

guy she was seeing a decent sort of man?

Christ! This is ridiculous. I don't even know her, and I'm

worrying about her.

The problem was, she'd become a friend to him, and

Evan Sinclair didn't have very many friends. He had peo-

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