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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Growing up, Tyler and Sequoia had always been the best of friends. Ivy's brother had always had that way about him. He could really befriend a rock, if he wanted to. And while his group of friends had always been a large one, Sequoia was the one that Tyler always seemed to hang around. He was probably the first friend her brother had made in Mystic Creek. Shortly after moving into their father's childhood home, the two boys were hanging out in the yard, talking about and doing things that boys their age typically did; her grandfather had built a treehouse on a high, sturdy branch of this gigantic oak. When they were kids, it was a place to play, and as they grew into teenagers, it became a place for privacy. Tyler pretty much hogged it, and for a short while, it had been deemed as a "girl-free zone".  <br/>
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But even after all the time that had passed since then, when both men were in town, they were most often seen together. <br/>
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Sequoia had been one of the constant fixtures in Ivy's life since she was eight years old, more so then than now, but he had always been kind to her, even during those awkward stages in life when your best friend's little sister was more of an annoyance than anything else. There were quite a few times Tyler had been tasked, while spending time with his friends, to pick her up from some place or drop her off somewhere. <br/>
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<i>"Keep an eye on your baby sister." <br/>
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"Why don't you bring Ivy along, too?" </i><br/>
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Looking back, she knew her presence had been a bit of a burden for Tyler. For the most part, though, he was a good brother, even if he snapped at her every once in a while. But up until college, she really didn't have a steady, loyal friend; that was where she and her sibling differed. While people generally liked Ivy, they never seemed to stick around for long, and more often than not, she was popular amongst the older crowd, especially the grannies and moms in town. <br/>
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Her mother had always told her it was because she was an old soul, but Ivy still thought it was odd when she tried to be just as friendly as Tyler. <br/>
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Things had been different for her in the city.<br/>
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"I didn't think you were," she said with a laugh, craning her neck just a little bit to look up at him now that he was standing at his full height. She had forgotten how tall Sequoia was. "By about three years. Almost four." <br/>
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They had seen each other since she turned twenty-one, but Ivy supposed that this was the first time he had seen her out at a bar. <br/>
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She saw that he had noticed Will, and likely, Will had noticed her talking to Sequoia. Given the fact she and Will weren't an item, Ivy didn't feel the need to go into introductions. The likelihood of the two men ever meeting again was close to zero. Besides, she didn't want to intrude too much on Sequoia's night. It appeared that he had come alone, but that didn't necessarily mean he was looking for company or a conversation.<br/>
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"What do you need, hun?" <br/>
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Ivy turned at the sound of Annie's kind voice and relayed her order. It didn't take the woman long at all to retrieve the beer.<br/>
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"Thanks." The bottle was cold in her hand. She told Annie to just put it on her tab; she'd cover it at the end of the night or the next time she came with her father. Sal's was like that with it's regulars; they trusted them. <br/>
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Her brown-eyed gaze then turned to the man in front of her, and she offered him another smile. "Well, we'll have to catch up some other time. I'm here with a friend." Ivy nodded her head towards the table. "Does Tyler know you're in town?" <br/>
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She'd honestly be surprised if he didn't, but maybe Sequoia wasn't planning on staying long.</span><br/>
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