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department in Boise, but didn't get a chance to look through it, except to find the house keys.
    "Do you know how to get here?"
    "No." She struggled up from her nest among the shoes. "Let me get a pen." She dug her notebook out of her purse. "Okay, shoot."
    She wrote down the directions and promised to be there first thing in the morning. She brought the phone back to the living room. Sixto stood at the stove, cooking again.
    "Is it supper already?" She sat on a stool at the counter.
    He shrugged. "I eat a lot.
    "You're a big guy."
    His shoulders started to shake. "Yesterday I was macho. Today I'm a big guy."
    "Are you laughing at my lack of subtlety?" She did have a habit of blurting things out.
    He turned and smiled. "You just can't help flirting, can you?"
    "I…" Was she flirting? Evidently he thought she was.
    Had he been flirting with her this morning? All his compliments about how she'd make a great girlfriend. Was she just too naïve to catch his meaning? He reached into the refrigerator and she stared at his fine butt. When he turned and caught her, he gave her a wink.
    The gesture warmed her blood and flooded her brain with too many visuals of her in Sixto's arms—something that she just couldn't let happen.
    Okay, they were both guilty of making flirty comments and it had to stop before things went too far. She wasn't interested in a physical relationship without a commitment, and he'd just admitted that he only tended bar for the "social benefits." Sexually, he was way out of her league.
    It was time to tackle the issue head on. "Sixto, we've been dancing around it since yesterday, but…"
    He looked over his shoulder at her. "What?"
    "We both know our boundaries, right?"
    He closed the fridge and went back to the stove.
    She smelled onion, garlic, peppers, and some fantastic spices. Over the sound of her stomach complaining hungrily, she heard him mumble, "Yeah."
    She waited, but he didn't say more. "I mean, we live in the same house and you and my sister were…" She searched furiously for the right word.
    "Roommates." He turned toward her. "We were roommates. Nothing more." He stalked toward the counter where she sat.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Bree braced her hands on the counter, expecting some kind of disclosure. Sixto squatted down on the other side of the counter and opened the cabinet underneath. He wasn't going to say any more?
    She stood on the barstool's foot rail and leaned across the counter, looking down at the top of his head as he rooted through the contents of the cabinet. "You never dated? Like boyfriend/girlfriend?"
    He looked up at her. "I know the meaning of the term dating , thank you." He went back to rummaging. "And no, we didn't click that way."
    Maybe she shouldn't ask what kind of clicking they did do. But she was perversely curious. "So, what kind—"
    He pulled out a small kitchen tool—a mystery item to her—stood and slammed the cabinet door shut all in one motion.
    Before she could pull herself off the counter, he leaned down close to her face and annunciated, "Just. Roommates." He stared into her eyes for a few provocative seconds before he turned and walked to the stove.
    That look. He melted her inside with just his sexy brown eyes. She slithered back into her chair, flustered speechless, staring at his broad back. Well, he definitely cleared that up, and she felt a little guilty for pushing him the way she had. She spun her stool to make a quick exit.
    "Are you going to Cloe's office tomorrow?"
    "Um, yes, in the morning."
    "You want me to come with? I can drive you."
    "No, but thank you for offering. I should be okay."
    "I'll let you know when supper's ready."
    "Thanks." She slid off her stool and snuck back to her room. Why did it feel like she'd been dismissed?
    ***
    Sixto knew when Bree left. The room felt empty. She had a way of livening up the space around her. What did she think of his comment, "just roommates?" That's all it was between Cloe and him, they owned