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“Thank God, because I’ve got sooooo much to say.”

“That sounds good. Start anywhere,” Erica said.

“I won’t go into too many details about spending the night with him.”

“You stayed the whole night?” Erica asked.

“I did,” she said, grabbing her sister’s hands and jumping up and down. Erica joined her for a few hops and they laughed.

“Did you know it was going to happen?”

“No,” she said. “Not at all. We went to dinner and were talking. We got talking about my career again.”

“Yikes,” Erica said. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“It won’t be,” she said. “We worked it out. I asked him if it was important what someone that he was with thought of his career and he said yes.”

“Good for you,” Erica said.

“He admitted he had a biased opinion because of his daughter, but then had a better appreciation of what I did or was trying to do. That it’s not my sole source of income—my sponsors. I didn’t tell him it was the bulk of it, but that doesn’t mean I can’t live off my other business. My goal is to be there.”

She wanted the sponsors to only be a quarter of her revenue. She didn’t want to have to rely on that and get greedy.

It’s not what she wanted in life. Not because her mother looked down on it. Or anyone else.

But because she only fell into it and was riding it to funnel money into what she really hoped to do.

To be her own boss and prove she could do it on her own.

“You’re doing a great job, Harmony,” Erica said. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“I know,” she said. “And I’m not. Back to Micah. Do you want to see a picture of him?”

“You know I do,” Erica said.

Her sister moved over to get her coffee that she’d had brewing and Harmony ran up to get her phone and returned with it.

“Here he is. He took this Saturday morning while he was cooking.”

“Oohhh,” Erica said. “Yeah, he’s hot.”

“Isn’t he?” she asked. “He doesn’t even look old, does he?”

Erica grabbed her phone and zoomed in. “There might be a gray hair there on his chin.”

“Stop,” she said, grabbing her phone back. “I promised to only show this to you and Daisy.”

“You’re going to tell Daisy?” Erica asked. “That means she’ll tell Theo.”

“That’s fine,” she said. “We aren’t keeping it a secret, but he’s not telling his daughter or anything.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I’m okay with it. It was two dates.”

“And sex,” Erica said.

“Lots and lots of sex.”