I walked into the apartment and found Jasper on the couch reading a cookbook. He looked so studious in his black-rimmed glasses.

"Well, young lady, it's about time you got home. Now get your ass over here and fill me in on Mr. Hottie.” He smiled as he patted the couch.

"How's Emma?" I asked.

"She's going to have one mean hangover in the morning. Good thing she doesn't have to work tomorrow. She'll bounce back. I knew that George was a shady motherfucker.”

We sat on the couch for over an hour talking about Andrew. I was exhausted, so I went to my room and changed into my nightshirt and climbed into bed. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand to see if I had any messages. I didn’t, and disappointment came over me. My father used to tell me, "Addison, never chase the boys. If they’re worth anything, they’ll come to you first." Pretty sound advice for an eight-year-old. All I had hoped for was a goodnight. As I set my phone on the nightstand and plugged it in, a text message came through from a number I didn’t have registered in my phone. A smile crossed my lips as I opened it.

“I look forward to many more nights like tonight. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite. By the way, it’s Andrew.”

Those words made me melt and my heart began to palpitate as I sent a text message back.

“I had a great time. Thank you again. Sweet dreams.”

****

I awoke the next morning to the sound of my phone chiming with a text message.

"Good morning, I hope you slept well, and I look forward to seeing you soon."

A big smile graced my face as my fingers responded quickly.

"Good morning. I slept very well. I hope you did too, and I look forward to seeing you again."

 I bounded out of bed in a very good mood. I put on a pair of yoga pants and my black tank top and went to the kitchen for some well needed coffee. When I walked in, Emma and Jasper were sitting at the table.

"Good morning,” I sang as I grabbed a mug and filled it with hot coffee.

"Ugh," Emma yelped as she put her head down on the table.

"Don't mind her. The wicked hangover fairy stopped by for a visit," Jasper said as he rubbed the back of her neck.

"Are you okay, Emma?" I asked as I sat down next to her.

She lifted her head and rubbed her eyes.

"I'll be okay in a few days."

I smiled and stroked her hair.

"You’re rather chipper this morning, my dear Addy bear. Would it have anything to do with a man named Andrew?" Jasper smiled.

 "Maybe." I grinned as I sipped my coffee.

Emma put her head down again and mumbled.

"I want to hear all about last night after I take a nap."

"Okay, sleepy hangover head, let's get you back in bed for a while," Jasper spoke as he put his arms around her and helped her out of the chair.

I was looking at my phone when another text message from Andrew came through.

“Something has come up, and I need to attend to the matter immediately. Unfortunately, I have to go out of town for a few days. I’ll call you when I return. I will definitely miss you."

My smile turned into a frown and I started biting my lower lip when Jasper walked in.

"What's wrong, princess? You're biting your lip."

"I just got a text from Andrew, and he has to leave town for a few days. Something came up and he needs to deal with it."

Jasper refilled both our coffees and sat down.

"What does Andrew do?" he asked.

I looked at him and shook my head.

"All I know is that he works at London Arc Corporation.”

"You had dinner with him for hours and you didn't bother to find out what he does there? Addison Rose, I can't believe you."

“I know, I know. But we didn’t talk about our jobs at all. We just talked about food and wine and a little bit about my dad.”

"Do you even know his last name?" he asked.

I started to twirl my hair. "No, Jasper, I didn't get that either. Ugh. I was just so smitten with him. We have this connection that I can't explain."

I grabbed my phone, realizing I never responded to his message.

"Have a safe trip. I’m heading home tomorrow to pack and get things ready to move to New York. I should be fully moved here in about a week. Talk to you soon.”

****

I headed out the next morning back to Hartford. My mind was unsettled with thoughts of Andrew. I sent him a text last night and asked him if he made it to his destination safely, but he didn't respond back. I started to wonder if maybe he changed his mind and didn't want to see me again. I had this habit of falling too quickly for guys. I only knew him for one night and that certainly wasn’t enough time to fall for him, even though my heart told me something different.

I drove the whole way home thinking about him and how perfect he was. I kept having the same conversation with myself over and over again.

"Stupid girl. Never fall for someone so fast. If he’s too good to be true, then he probably is." My inner voice was right. I had to concentrate on my move and my new job. There wasn't any time to be fretting over a dumb guy, even if he did make me feel amazing.