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Having showered and shaved, changed into smart pants and a shirt, Scott pulled up and parked next to Abigail’s car. Why was he nervous? What was that all about? Glancing over at the passenger seat, the flowers and bottle of wine seemed a little underwhelming, given that he’d bailed on Charlie and Sara at least a dozen times before. He took a deep breath. “Better late than never, I guess,” he told himself, switching the engine off.
Forcing a smile, Scott picked up the gifts and got out of his truck. As soon as he stepped onto the drive, the front door opened.
Charlie stood with his arms folded. “Well, I’ll be… You’ve just cost me twenty bucks!”
Walking toward his host, Scott stopped, looking around him. “Me? How’d I do that?”
“You turned up.” Charlie chuckled, then stood out of the
