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Enchanter

... there was a big explosion. Be careful, Oliver. Maybe you should come and stay with me for a few days.” “Thanks, Aunt Di, but I’m not letting anyone chase me out of my home. I can handle this.” “I know you’re tough, Oliver. Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor. I’m coming over this evening. I’ll bring food. Do you have a good bottle of red wine?” “Yes, but you might not like it. You’re kind of a wine snob.” “I’m not. The chardonnay you gave me last time I was there was atrocious. It was too cold as well. Take the wine out of the refrigerator 30 minutes before you expect to drink it. What do you have?” “I have three different vintages of Cambria Pinot Noir, I have two bottles of Marchesi Mazzei Zisola Sicilia from 2008 and a case of Syrah from Perrin & Fils Cotes du Rhone Reserve. Do you like any of those?” “Actually, I’m impressed, Oliver. You’ve grown up. You don’t buy the expensive old stuff anymore.” “No, I figured out that it’s easy to buy inexpensive stuff I like better.” “We’ll take the Pinot. It goes well with our veal.” I promised to have it ready. I love Aunt Di but she makes a fuss over the oddest things. My head was spinning and I closed my eyes for a minute. I poured bourbon and medicated myself until the pain was just a dull throb. Chapter Two The next thing I knew I heard the key turning in the lock at the front door. Fallon came in and she had breakfast burritos, juice and coffee. She had gotten some for herself and she ate with me. She chattered ...

... while we ate, telling me about work. I watched her. She looks always amazing. She has this mane of black hair that always looks perfect. It frames a face that could cause empires to fall. She has these huge, tilted up, aquamarine eyes and impossibly long lashes. Her nose is a cute little button with freckles sprinkled across it and her lips look like they’ve been inflated. She has wide, high cheekbones and fair skin. Her cheeks always have a blush to them. I couldn’t help myself. I had to reach out and cup her head in my hand under her hair. I brushed my thumb across her cheekbone and she looked a question at me. “Thanks for helping me Fallon. You’re my best friend. I’m lucky.” She dimpled up. “I know, right.” “Why aren’t you married?” I asked her. “I’m waiting for the right guy to ask me.” She said. “Do you have someone in mind?” “Yes.” “Really? Do I know him? When did you meet him?” “Yes, you know him. I’m waiting. I’m not ready to tell you when I met him.” “Why not? What are you waiting for?” “I’m waiting for him to notice me. Then I’ll tell him.” “What? Is he an idiot?” “Sometimes I think he is,” she laughed. “How could anyone not notice you?” I asked her. “You’re the most noticeable girl I’ve ever met.” “He doesn’t think about me like that,” she explained. “Then he is an idiot. You should forget about him. How can anyone not notice you?” She looked up at me from under those impossibly long lashes. “Do you notice me, Oliver?” “Of course I do. Look at you. You’re the most ...