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Goose
After leaving my dad's office, I went home with the full intention of spending a good part of my morning looking into the bar owner. I even got started, but not even a full hour later, and I was changing my search. Lyssa Page Reese's parents died when she was a kid, and she and her sister, Brooklyn Ann Reese, were raised by their grandparents, who have now also passed. Going by Lyssa's social media page, you wouldn't know anything about her sister. There are no pictures of the two together. Actually, looking over the page, it appears that several things are missing from the page, as if she purged it of pictures and possibly even posts. However, upon reviewing Brooklyn's page, there is nothing but information to be found. She posted everything. Following the page, I started back as far as I could go, and I know Lyssa had been engaged to a guy named Raymond O'Brien. I also know that Brooklyn was supposed to be Lyssa's maid of honor, and from the looks of Brooklyn's social media page, the two sisters were close. Her page went from all things Lyssa's wedding to Brooklyn hanging all over Raymond, half naked, and on a beach somewhere, and no more pictures of the two sisters together. This makes sense in terms of the timestamps, as Lyssa would have been in town by then.
My alarm going off let me know it was time to head over to the nightclub and work a shift. My stocking was going to have to wait until later, though I should really look more into the bar owner for my dad. He would want information sooner rather than later. Still, I know even when I finish my shift at the nightclub, the chances of me doing what I am supposed to do won't happen. My brain won't stray from the information I now have about Lyssa, and I am torn, torn between continuing to look into everything I can find about her and getting to know her in a more traditional way. That would mean breaking my rule about no relationships. Though thinking about it now, I have already broken one of my rules. No kissing on the lips, that was reserved for women I was in a real relationship with. It was a somewhat silly rule, but one that helped keep things straight. I imposed rules on myself: no kissing on the lips, no repeats, except with the club girls, so no one got the wrong impression; no taking women home to meet the parents; and no relationships. All rules have been easy to follow just fine since I decided on them in high school. For me, it was easy, and I never minded not being in a relationship, nor did I find it hard to turn a woman down a second time. I didn't have feelings for any of them. So why this woman now? I didn't know anything about her taking her to bed the night before. But I broke one of my rules instantly and didn't even think about it, just did it. So why the hell not break another rule?
After finishing a very uneventful shift at the nightclub, I drive my bike back to my place and pull it into my garage. I never park it in there, but I don't want any of the guys coming by thinking I am home when I don't plan on staying at the house. Then I walk the three blocks from my house to Emilia's. Thankfully, her car isn't in the driveway. If I am lucky, she'll keep the same schedule as before and help her brother out on weeknights, and she won't be back home until tomorrow. Unlucky, Lyssa isn't home either. Sighing, I sit on the steps leading up to Emilia's front door, pulling my phone out, checking the time, and debating if I was going to wait or not. The girls could be out and won't be home until later. I didn't know for sure that Emilia was at her brother's; she could just as easily be out with Lyssa again. I shouldn't be here anyway. This was a bad idea. I don't do things like this.
Except I don't leave. I wait until Lyssa walks up the drive and follow her inside. And the moment she is on my lap, I know I can try and follow my rules with her, but none of them will stick. I know I won't be looking into her further. I will be patient and let her tell me what there is to know about her. I also know I am so totally screwed should this woman decide to hold me to the one rule I told her, "no relationships". She has all the power, with the ability to break me, and she doesn't even know it. While I know I will return here as often as she will let me.
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