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Amanda “You look lovely,” Tyreece said. He opened the front door for Amanda. “Thanks, hun.” She adjusted her blue cocktail dress and stepped outside. Although still light out, the sun was going down. The sky had a pretty orange, slightly purple glow. “You driving or am I?” “I am,” he replied with a cadence that relaxed her. “You know I really don’t like these things. Promise we won’t have to stay long.” “A couple hours at the most.” He double checked the doorknob, turned and placed his palm on the small of her back. She shivered. He guided her to the Lexus. As soon as Tyreece got settled and started the car, Amanda asked, “Is this the last party of the year?” “I believe so, but I’d have to check my agenda to be sure.” “Well, check it please. When you can. I’d just like to know.” “Sure thing. But, you might enjoy it. Makele is going to be there.” “Who?” “Makele Cobb, Austin’s wife.” Amanda searched her memory but drew a blank. “Mandy, you met her at the faculty awards. She’s planning a trek up Mount Elbrus next year.” Recognition dawned and Amanda smiled. “That’s right, I wonder how she’s coming with that plan.” “See, you already have something to look forward to.” Tyreece took his hand off the wheel to gently squeeze Amanda’s thigh. Amanda settled back into the leather seat. “I’m sorry, again, for last night.” “Amanda, I’ve told you and told you, there’s no need to apologize. I know I don’t understand why you’re so afraid of the dark, I do get that it runs deep.” “That’s part of the problem,” she said and rubbed her forehead. “I don’t know why I am either, and it’s embarrassing.” She twisted her head to the right and bathed in the glow of the setting sun. “The way it makes me a gibbering idiot. I…I just don’t know, and the fear is so real.” “We’ve talked about you seeing someone in the past, do you think —” She cut him off with a vigorous shake. “No, my parents tried that, remember?” “Well, maybe now, it’d be different.” Amanda mulled it over. “Ty, I don’t think so.” “You really should think about it, Mandy. What happened last week when you were at work was ugly.” “Don’t remind me.” She tried to laugh, but it came out more as a groan. “If it hadn’t been for that nice man I don’t know how I could’ve made

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