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people in this city, and at least half of them women, he would be able to find one who would love him for him and not the number of zeros in his checking account.
    Not feeling like sleeping, but unable to focus on anything else, Reid grabbed the duffel bag out of his room and left his apartment. When he was restless, there was always one thing that would help him clear his head. It was time for a good old fashioned muscle burning workout. He jumped in his favorite car, a classic, fully rebuilt GTO, and sped off towards his personal workout facility.
    He had the place built especially for him. There was a weight room and a cardio room, but he rarely went into them. He preferred actual activities. There was a kayaking pool, a lap pool, and, his personal favorite, a climbing wall. Several climbing walls in fact, each with a different level of difficulty and skill needed to complete it.
    After changing, he walked to the mid-level wall and attached his harness and rigging. After a few stretches, he chalked his hands and jumped on the wall. The muscles in his fingers were strong and he gripped the wall like he was born to do it. Swinging, jumping, pulling, and twisting finally brought him to the top of the wall where he sat, dripping sweat, and surveyed his surroundings. Even at the gym he was alone. It was always Reid in the office, at home, the gym.
    Always him by himself. He briefly entertained the idea of getting a cat so at least he would have some companionship at home, but dismissed it. He was alone because he chose to be alone, in a way. He didn’t go out, he didn’t mingle. It just wasn’t his thing, and he never met anyone of substance when he did. He had given up that life and was about to give up on this one if this date didn’t work out.
    Reid turned back around and lowered himself back down the wall, taking it slow and really stretching his muscles as he went. At the bottom, he looked back up at the obstacle he had overcome and shook his head. There was nothing Reid Winslow couldn’t do when he put his mind to it. It was time to prove that to himself again. Friday he would go on a date, he would enjoy himself, and he would attempt to be just a normal guy, not a multi-millionaire. Easy enough, right?
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    Paloma looked at the phone, willing it to ring. Any job, anything would be good. She wondered if she went back to the diner and begged on her knees, if Jerry would give her old job back. She didn’t really want it, it wasn’t worth the harassment she had to face, but at least she had some money. Even just a little.
    Kit came in the house from work, taking off her jacket and hanging her bag by the door. “Hey, girl. Still nothing?” Paloma shook her head no. “Big date tomorrow, right?” This time a nod. “I think you should have this,” Kit said, handing Paloma a handful of bills. “It’s a hundred bucks. Before you start to protest and try to give it back, let me explain. You are going on a date. You are going out with a man you don’t know, one you have never seen or met before. You should, at the very least, have an emergency fund in case something goes wrong. Cab fare or something. In a perfect world, you should buy your own food and drinks, just to be safe, though I know you like to be treated so that probably won’t happen. Just take it, please, even if you don’t spend it. Keep it with you. You can pay me back later. I just want to make sure you are safe and taken care of.”
    Paloma took the cash from Kit. She was having a hard time keeping the tears from her eyes. “Thank you,” she said quietly. Kit patted her friend on the shoulder, then gave her a hug. “Really, you don’t need to, but I appreciate it. Thank you.” Paloma sniffled a little into Kit’s shoulder.
    “Now don’t you cry. Don’t do it. If you cry, I will cry, and then we will both be a blubbering mess here in the kitchen. None of that. You put that in your