Parties and confusion.

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“Well," I smiled teasingly, “That was something.”

“Megan is not for me.” He answered.

“Oh, so you have a type? I mean, she's beautiful though.”

James gave a soft, short laugh, “You can be the most beautiful woman in the world, but if you're heart' is full of shit, that's not for me.”

I honestly hadn't expected him to say something like that. It wasn't a ‘Sinister Response'. His way of thinking was so different from what I assumed it was.

“Kid,” Marc called me as he poked his head out the door, “You all can come on in here if you like, I would like if you meet Martha.”

I hesitated a bit, but James indicated to me that I should go.

James got kept back with a phone call, so I followed Marc through the room and up a flight of stairs where we came to a cozy living area with a few doors to the side and a small open concept kitchen at the corner.

“Oh this is lovely,” I smiled. The atmosphere gave such a welcoming hug.

“Oh, you must be Becky!” a hearty voice called from behind me. A t