HOLLY
What began as a conundrum became an easy decision. On the night of the company’s holiday party, both Logan and Dylan were indisposed.
That left Bradley, my breathtakingly handsome classmate, staying with me anyway. None of my co-workers knew him. A date so young and fresh-faced, he was carded every time he fetched us drinks.
“Holly, who is he?”
The question came repeatedly from friends and foes alike. I laughed it off, giving different answers each time. Bradley was a friend, boyfriend, lover, second cousin, or a friend of a girlfriend. After several drinks, I even claimed he was my brother.
The party grew more interesting as we danced cheek to cheek. Bradley, with his natural rhythm and groove, outshone my last five boyfriends—Malcolm included.
Malcolm. Ugh!
Avoiding an intro
