I’m flushed. My whole body is tingling in anticipation. I’m giddy with expectation.

I don’t have long to get ready. Tom is on his way. Still, I’ve prepared for this night. I slip into the black lingerie I bought specially for this, followed by the silky black robe. I tighten the belt around my waist. I brush my waist-length hair until it shines, and layer my lashes with black mascara.

I stare at myself in the mirror, wondering if it’s too much. Is it too suggestive? Am I sending the wrong message?

My mind revisits some of the more explicit messages between Tom and me, and I grow bold. This man has waited six months to see me for the first time. I want to make it worth the wait.

And what will he be like, I wonder? I close my eyes and picture the handsome man of my dreams. He’ll wrap an arm around my waist and pull me close. He’ll open my robe, and let the silk fall. His eyes will grow wild with desire.

The fantasy makes my skin grow warm. My heart flutters in my chest. I scrunch up handfuls of my hair at the roots to add volume, then tilt my head forward and flip it back in a wave. I used to hate my red hair, but now I view it as a sign of my sexuality. Vixen.

A bottle of wine is chilling in the fridge. Two glasses are waiting on the counter. I’ve picked a single red rose from my stock in the store downstairs and set it in a thin vase on the living room coffee table. I’ve dimmed the lights. I’m ready for the night of my life.

I hear a knock at the door. Three bold, confident raps.

My heart stops; I breathe quicker. I run my fingers through my hair one final time, straighten my robe, and go to the door. I take a deep breath and strike an alluring pose before I open the door.

I pull it toward me, then gasp in horror. “TJ? What are you doing here?”

I blush and wrap my arms around myself to hide the silhouette of my figure beneath the robe.

Laura’s younger brother is standing at my apartment door. It’s been six years since I last saw him, but I’d recognize him anywhere. A strong, chiseled jaw; dark, piercing eyes; finally, an arrogant smile that makes his good looks a lot less appealing.

“Zoe?” TJ says. His eyes wander over my body. At first, he looks surprised, but then amusement creeps in. “You’ve done a lot of growing up, I see.”

“What are you doing here?” I repeat. I take a step over the threshold and cast my gaze to the top of the staircase, looking for my date. “I’m expecting someone.”

TJ raises an eyebrow and chuckles. “TJ—Thomas Junior; Tom.”

Tears prickle in my eyes. I raise a hand over my mouth. “Is this a prank?”

“No, Zoe. It’s not a prank.”

“Why have you been messaging me?”

Tom looks as shocked as I do, but where I’m reacting with horror, he seems to find it funny, intriguing. “I didn’t know I was talking to this Zoe. It never even entered my mind that you could be Laura’s Zoe. I thought I was talking to a stranger.”

“I’m not a stranger. I’m your sister’s best friend.” I narrow my eyes. “Did you really not guess it was me? You knew I had red hair and green eyes. Didn’t you put two and two together?”

“The messages you were sending me didn’t exactly make me think of the dorky girl-next-door I used to know. Why didn’t you figure it out? You knew I was called Tom and that I worked in publishing.”

“Because we always called you ‘TJ.’ Plus, Tom is about the most common name in America. You can’t blame me for thinking there might be more than one Tom working in publishing in New York.” I lift a hand to my forehead and shake my head. “This is a nightmare.”

Tom laughs at my reaction and takes a step toward me. “Am I really that bad? How would you know? You haven’t spoken to me in years.”

“And whose fault is that? You haven’t been back to Maine since Mike’s funeral.”

His face darkens. He bows his head and speaks with regret. “His death was a tragedy.”

“Laura needed you.”

“I was there.”

“You mean you paid for an expensive coffin? She needed more than that, TJ.”

“Tom. Please. Nobody calls me TJ anymore.”

“Yes, they do. You’re just not here to hear it.”

“You’re being hostile.”

“I’m in shock.”

“I am, too, but let’s not forget what brought us here tonight.” He takes another step closer. His eyes catch mine. “We’ve been speaking for a long time.”

I look down at the ground, my arms folded over my chest. The hair that I’d worked so hard to make shine shields my face. I shake my head. “This is too weird.”

“Why is it weird?”

“You’re Laura’s brother.”

“You said. But you know what? I’m also the person you’ve been messaging for the last half a year. I don’t know about you, but I can’t let go of a spark like that so easily.”

I swallow and slowly raise my eyes. I’ve never looked at Tom in this way before; the way someone looks at a person they desire. But he’s right. There’s a spark between us, as clear as day. It’s been burning for a long time.

I step back. “You’d better come in.”

Tom enters the apartment. I watch him as he takes a few steps down the hall. He’s wearing a pair of sandy chinos and a white shirt. A Rolex on his wrist catches the light. He places his hands in his pockets and looks around. His face gives nothing away.

He’s handsome. When I’d been imagining the man of my dreams, I never realized I was picturing someone so close to TJ. Yet here he is, tall—but not too tall, dark, with captivating hazel eyes.

I shut the door behind me and quickly twist the dimmer switch on the wall to brighten the light in the room. I nod towards the sofa.

“Make yourself at home. I’m going to get changed.”

He smiles. “Sure.”

In my room, I’m filled with blind panic. Shit, Zoe, you’ve been sexting Laura’s brother. I sink down onto my bed and put my head in my hands. I know that the relationship I’ve had with Tom has been more than innocent flirting. I’ve told him things. We’ve connected.

How can Tom be TJ?

Tom is a sweet, kind, and caring intellectual. TJ is a spoiled brat with a superiority complex.

I quickly get dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose T-shirt and step back into the living room.

Tom is holding the single rose in his hand. He smiles at me when I return, and places the flower back in its vase. “Looks like you went to a lot of effort for tonight.”

“I’d been waiting to meet this man for a long time.”

“You mean me.”

“I still can’t quite get my head around the fact that you’re him. I mean, you’re TJ.”

Tom winces. “I always hated that nickname.”

“Why?”

“Thomas Junior. It’s just a way of reminding me that I’m supposed to be my father’s double.”

I scoff. “Don’t worry. You’re nothing like your father.”

“What’s that mean?”

I realize I’ve been harsher than I intended to be, and I try to backtrack. “I mean that you’ve taken different paths, that’s all.”

“You mean my father’s an altruistic miracle-worker, and I’m a power-hungry tyrant?”

Yes. “No.”

Tom crosses one leg over the other and frowns at me. “Everyone wanted me to be a doctor, like him. And everybody’s pissed that I did better.”

I sit down beside Tom, and it’s my turn to frown. “You think you did better than him? He’s saved hundreds of lives.”

“And don’t we all know about it!” There’s contempt in his voice.

“You should be proud of him.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I read you just released a new fashion magazine.” I purposefully inject judgment into my voice in response to Tom’s disdain for his father’s profession. What have you done that’s so great?

“We can’t all be surgeons.” He impersonates his father. “I held a child’s heart in my hand. I was the only thing keeping him alive. The very angels cried at my grace.”

“Bitter, much?”

“Tired of the comparison. No, I’m not a doctor. Yes, I make good money doing something that isn’t going to win me a Nobel Peace Prize. Get over it.”

“You didn’t come across this angry in your messages.”

“You didn’t come across this high-and-mighty.”

I raise my eyebrows and let out a bitter laugh. “I’m high and mighty? It’s taken you four years to bother with us lowly commoners in Portland. You were far too busy and important to be there for your widowed sister when she needed you. And now I know that you were only here because you were chasing a girl anyway!” I shake my head. “That’s low, TJ.”

He scowls. “It’s Tom. And you don’t know the first thing about me, Zoe. I’m not the same nobody I was back then. I’m a big deal.”

I roll my eyes. “You’ve got an ego the size of a bus. You’re exactly the same person you were back then. You’ve always talked the talk, haven’t you?”

Tom stands, throwing his hands up in the air. “I’ve had enough of this. I thought I was coming here to meet a woman I’d connected with. Not to be torn apart by some silly little girl who’s giving me attitude on someone else’s behalf.”

“Get over yourself, TJ.”

“Tom.”

He scowls at me, then leaves. Just like that, the night of my life is over.

I burst into tears and rush straight to my phone. I dial Laura’s number from memory and am still sobbing when she answers.

“Zoe, what’s wrong?”

“It’s TJ!”

“TJ? What about him?”

“He’s Tom.”

“Of course, he is. Zoe. You’re being weird. What’s going on?”

“I mean he’s my Tom. The man I’ve been speaking to online.”

There’s a long silence. “Shit.”

“Exactly.”

“So, you’re the friend he was going to see tonight.”

“I’m sorry, Laura. I swear I didn’t know I was speaking to him.”

“I know that, honey. Tell me what happened when you saw him.”

I’m crying, my voice breaking with tears. “I looked like an idiot! I was wearing a sexy outfit and everything. I open the door, and it’s TJ. He came in, and it turned into an argument, then…then…I pushed his buttons, and he walked out.”

“What did you argue about?”

“I laid into him about not visiting you after you lost Mike.”

“Oh, Zoe.”

“I couldn’t help it. I was so angry for you.”

“You didn’t need to be. I’m not angry. It’s just how TJ is.”

“I called him out for his ego. He said I was high and mighty. It was just an absolute disaster.”

“I’m sorry, hon. I know how much this guy meant to you.” She pauses. “Jesus. I can’t believe it was him this whole time. You can’t stand TJ.”

“But I loved Tom.”

“That’s the door. I think TJ’s back. Leave it with me, Zoe. I’ll talk to him.”

“And say what? Nothing can happen between us now.”

“Never say never.”

“Laura.”

“I’ve got to go.”