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“Ah. So you’re an Upper West sider.” She grinned.
“Do you live by yourself?” I asked out of curiosity.
“Yes. But my Aunt Charlotte lives across the hall. She owns the building. She inherited it after my uncle passed away.”
“How long have you lived there?”
“About seven years. He passed away when I was eighteen.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you.”
Harry pulled up to the curb, climbed out, and opened the door for Aubrey, taking hold of her hand and helping her out.
“Thank you, Harry.” She smiled.
“Which apartment are you?” I asked.
“Apartment 2B. I’ll let Kale, the doorman, know you’ll arrive around seven o’clock. Is that okay?’
“Seven is fine. I’ll see you then.”
Harry shut the door, and I watched out the window as Aubrey walked into her building. I couldn’t believe she was cooking dinner for me. I would have instead gone out, but she seemed excited about it. Maybe it would be better if we stayed at her place tonight. I would probably have a better chance at fucking her there.
“Really, Ethan?” Harry turned and shot me a look.
“Really what?” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“A blind girl? What the hell is the matter with you? I knew something was up when you told me to drop you off at Shakespeare Garden.”
“I happen to find her very attractive, and she’s a nice girl.”
“You, my friend, have just crossed the line as far as assholes go.”
“Shut up and just drive.” I scowled.
Chapter Six
Aubrey
As I was opening the door to my apartment, I heard Aunt Charlotte’s door across the hall open, and she followed me inside.
“How was reading time?” she asked.
“I really didn’t get much reading done.”
“Why not?”
“Someone was there I knew, and we ended up talking.”
“Do I know this someone?” she asked.
“No. I just met him last night at Penelope’s exhibition.”
“Him?”
“Yes. His name is Ethan Klein. Apparently, he wanted my phone number last night and asked Penelope for it. She wouldn’t give it to him but told him where I go on Saturday mornings.”