by AmethystAmber87

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Gypsy Clark. Businesswoman. Homeowner. Awesome sister. Great Friend. Despite all the titles she claims, there're two elusive ones that evade her grasp: wife and mother. As her thirtieth birthday sits upon the horizon she plans to do something to change that.

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Gypsy inwardly cringed as all eyes—Saxon, students, visitors and helicopter parents alike turned to her. She awkwardly smiled as she tiptoed to the back of the class where all the other Career Day speakers stood. Tate moved over and she wedged herself between him and the suit-wearing redhead. Gypsy listened to the shellac haired man standing in the front of the room and let out a yawn.

Tate gave her a grin, "How'd your date go last night?"

"Fine." Gypsy looked at the traveler's coffee mug in his hand and she fought the urge to snatch it.

"Fine." He countered with a nod. "That's all?"

"Yes." She folded her arms, leaning against. "That's all."

Tate pulled the mug away from his mouth. "It had to be more than fine since you didn't come home last night."

"Okay, it was good." Gypsy rolled her eyes at the scowl Saxon shot her way. "Is that better?"

Tate sidled on the wall by her, "Aren't good and fine the same thing?"

"No."

"I'm pretty sure they are." He said. "I minored in English. I know these things."

Gypsy glared at him for a second. "Then it was a wondrously fantastic night."

"Whoa!" He teased. "It was wondrous and fantastic."

Gypsy slightly faced him, "What are you getting at?"

He held up his hands. "Nothing. I'm just interested in how my best friend's date went."

She turned back to the dull man. "Mmmhmm."

"I just hope you didn't do anything I would do."

A smile crept across her mouth, "Like hooking up with a girl and in the morning, finding out you smashed her roommate too."

Tate rose from the wall with a look of astonishment. He fully turned to her his chest touching her arm, "So...you hooked up with him?"

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