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I had just delivered Courtney’s coffee and returned to the kitchen to scrounge up some breakfast when Seth called. “I know it’s short notice,” he started, seeming almost nervous, “but would you have any interest in joining me at my family’s weekly brunch?” He paused a second then added, “You really don’t have to if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t go if my presence wasn’t required.”
“I’d love to,” I responded. “When?”
“Pick you up in an hour?”
“Sure.” I tried not to let the panic ring through in my voice as we said our goodbyes. As soon as I touched the ‘End Call’ button, I screeched up the stairs, “Court! What does one wear to a fancy Sunday brunch?”
“Hell if I know,” she grouched. Clearly her caffeine hadn’t kicked in yet. I took the stairs two at a time, so we could have this discu
