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Chapter 1

"No. No, Cee Cee. No. Just no, you know me and this is just...this is not me. NO," I say with a finality that hopefully will get my best friend, Cee Cee Webb, to shut the hell up.

Cee Cee rolls her eyes and folds her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows at me. We're sitting in the Coffee Clutch, our favorite coffee shop in Carmel (okay...the ONLY coffee shop in Carmel) and she's trying (and failing) to convince me to go on a blind date with her boyfriend Adam's best friend Jesse de Silva. I don't do blind dates. She knows this. "Come on...just one date!" she exclaims.

"No, Cee Cee, NO. Just...drop it, okay? I don't even know the kid, and you don't either!" I exclaim. Jesse is one of Adam's Los Angeles friends, LA being Adam's other home, due to his job there.

"But Adam does," she reminds me for the fifth time in the last five minutes. "And Adam is an excellent judge of character." It' my turn to raise my eyebrows and she sighs. "And don't even bring up the last blind date. That was in high school, Suze! Let it go!"

"High school was not that long ago Cee, it's easy to not forget certain...disastrous nights," I say with a shudder as I remember the last blind date that Cee Cee so lovingly set up for me.

"How was I supposed to know he was wanted for vandalism and theft??" she asks tiredly, like we've discussed this hundreds of times before. Which we have. "He was literally escorted out of the fanciest restaurants in town. I was mortified, Cee!" I exclaim, glaring accusingly at her.

"Well...get over it. This guy is THE ONE. You guys are practically made for each other! There is just...one...teeny...tiny...problems, concerning his job..." Cee Cee says hesitantly.

I groan and cover my face with my hands, shaking my head. "Oh God. What is it?" I ask, not even sure if I want to hear it.

"He...doesn't have one. I guess he gets money from his parents," Cee Cee says, a sheepish look on her face as she reveals this information.

I raise my head to look at her. "Oh," I reply slowly, my eyebrows furrowing together. "That's...not horrible. What, are his parents rich or something?" I ask, taking a sip of my frappuccino.

"They aren't hurting. Both doctors," She says, seeming relieved all of a sudden, probably because she realized I'm not going to explode over this information. Sure, I wish he wasn't a lazy ass without a job, but at least he isn't an undercover CIA agent or something, right? I could never date a guy with a dangerous job. My father had a dangerous job, he was a firefighter, and that was how he died. On the job. I can't do that again, so I have resigned to liking only safe guys.



I shrug my shoulders and slump in my chair. She's knows she's got me beat. "So when am I meeting this guy?" I ask, defeated and her eyes light up with excitement.

"I knew you would see things my way! He is coming into town with Adam Friday night, so that gives us 4 days to get you a new outfit, a mani-pedi, and fresh highlights. All on me, of course," Cee Cee says, grinning ear to ear.

I sigh and shake my head, smiling. I guess her excitement is contagious. "What in the world would I do without you, Cee?" I ask and she shrugs. "Never get a date. Now come on," she replies, grabbing my hand and pulling me up with her. "You're gonna love him, Suze. I swear."

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I think this is the last time that I am ever going to let Cee Cee make me over again. I look like Barbie Doll Suze. I hate it. I'm newly manicured and pedicured, highlighted with caramel accents to my hair...overly blah.

She, of course, loves it. I swear she was different in high school, where we met when I moved here in junior year five years ago. She hated makeup and highlights and manicures. Having a rich boyfriend who works in LA changed all that, though. What can I say? I love her anyway. I know she means well. And I have to admit, the facial did wonders for my skin.

Now it is Friday afternoon and Cee Cee is putting together the finishing touches to my outfit before Jesse and Adam get here at 6 to pick us up...yay.

"Okay, you can come in!" she calls from her room and I sigh, turning the TV off and getting up, walking slowly to her room, afraid of what I'll find, of what she's put together for me. Please, don't be anything too revealing.

"Voila!" she exclaims, holding up a black slinky dress and a pair of heels, "It's perfect! You guys are going to a restaurant outside of town, a really, really nice one might I add, and then from there...whatever happens, happens!"

I take the dress from her and slip out of my t-shirt and sweats quickly and put it on. Her eyes light up and she claps her hands excitedly. "You look amazing!" she exclaims, leading me to the mirror and my mouth falls open. I hardly recognize myself.

"You did good for once, Cee Cee...I approve," I say, sighing as I realize that there is nothing to criticize with this dress. It's a simple black dress with a somewhat low v-neck in both the front and back, coming down an inch or two above my knees. Nothing too slutty like a few of the numbers that I've acquired with Cee Cee these past 4 years since high school.

She sighs and gently touches my shoulder. "You look gorgeous," she says. "Jesse is going to DIE when he sees you." As if on cue, there's a knock at the door and I'm suddenly nervous. What if this guy is just what I'm fearing: a lazy bum who lives with his parents with gray hair and a beer gut who smells? No, Suze...don't think like that. Maybe he'll be perfect.

"I've heard he's quite a looker, so don't worry about him being fat or smelly or whatever," Cee Cee says as if reading my mind and I can't help but giggle.

She smiles knowingly at me as she opens the door and standing beside Adam is the most drop dead gorgeous guy I have ever seen in my entire life. Seriously. I think I might faint. Cee Cee sees my expression and mumbles, "Told you," before throwing her arms around Adam.

I roll my eyes before glancing shyly over at Jesse, immediately approving of his attire...of everything about him, really. He's in a nice suit, open collar and no tie so as not to be too dressy probably, but just dressy enough to look appropriate next to me.



"Hi," he says, smiling at me and holding out his hand. "I'm Jesse." His voice is deep, confident. "You must be Susannah." I resist the urge to groan and tell him, "I prefer Suze," as I hold my hand out as well, expecting a handshake. He surprises me and brings my hand to his lips. "Susannah. I insist."

"Oh...okay. I really do hate that name though," I say, but even I can't help but to smile at this guy's charm.

"I think you'll be changing your mind about that," he says, winking at me and smiling. "We have dinner reservations for eight, so we'd better get going."

"Okay, just let me grab my purse," I say, backing up a little bit to head back into the living area. I grab my purse, making sure that all of the essentials are in there, and then hurry back out to the foyer.

"You two crazy kids have fun," Adam says, putting his arm around Cee Cee as they both smile at us. "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" she adds, giggling as I roll my eyes.

"I'll, uhm, check the colors when I come home, okay?" Cee Cee adds, winking subtly at me as we leave and I roll my eyes. They're going out too, and they'll probably be home later than us. "Checking the colors" is a nickname for the color scrunchies that we use when we have a man over. Of course she's assuming that Jesse and I...that we'll, you know.

But that will never happen. I'm not that skanky and if this blind date goes ANYTHING like the last one did, I'll be home in time to watch Sex and the City with my two favorite men: Ben and Jerry.