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I’m satisfied that it’s as good as it’s going to get, I heft the trash bag from the container in the kitchen to take it outside, which reminds me that trash pick-up is in the morning. So I also end up rolling the bin out to the road, right as Kyler pulls into my driveway.
    “You know, we could’ve done this another night,” she says, stepping out of her tiny, blue compact car, her arms loaded with takeout bags. “I’m sure you’re exhausted.”
    I notice she isn’t looking directly at me while she speaks. She’s looking right over my shoulder at the empty lot across the street. “I still need to eat, and I’m just fine. Something wrong?”
    “Uh, no.” Her eyes meet mine for about half a second before looking back over my shoulder. “Why?”
    I reach out to place my index finger under her chin and turn her head slightly to me. “You’re not looking at me.”
    “Well,” she sighs. Even in the darkness, I can see a deep flush on her cheeks. “To be honest, I’m trying desperately to act like I don’t notice your hair all sexy and wet and stuck up everywhere. There’s also the fact that you’re not fully clothed, and there’s still little droplets of water clinging to you. And, my God , I just want to touch those abs. I mean, seriously, how it is possible to be that good looking and to be a doctor. It shouldn’t be allowed.”
    I raise a single eyebrow, trying way too hard not to laugh. “You finished being honest now?”
    “God, I really hope so.”
    I nod, taking the bags of food from her and leading her into the house. This is a little strange. I never let a woman I barely know come over here. Must be the sleep deprivation.
    “You can go ahead and make your plate,” I offer, setting the bags on the bar and pointing across the kitchen. “There are plates in that cabinet right there. I’m going to grab a shirt , and then I’ll get us both a drink.”
    “Mmmhmm,” she hums brightly, refusing to look in my direction again.
    I’m starting to wonder if she gets out much. Or dates. Ever. Her reaction to me if seriously cracking me up, and . . . okay, a little flattering. But I’m really not all that special, so she obviously has low standards.
    I could be okay with that. She’s definitely going to keep my on my toes.
    After tugging my shirt over my head, I step back into the kitchen. The cool tile beneath my feet makes me wish I’d also grabbed some socks while I was in my bedroom, but I’m too tired to worry about it now.
    “I’ve already gotten a plate out for you, too,” Kyler says, heaping piles of lo mein onto both plates. “Where are we sitting?”
    “Couch. We can watch a movie while we eat. What do you want to drink? I have tea, a few sodas, water—”
    “Wine?” she interrupts.
    Damn, she’s a wine drinker. “No, I don’t keep it in the house, but I have beer. If you come over again, I’ll be sure to get whatever kind of wine you like, though.”
    Her nose wrinkles. “Eww. Definitely not beer. I think I’ll just have tea, please.”
    “You bet.”
    Once we’re settled into the couch with our food and I turn on the television, we eat in almost perfect silence, only occasionally commenting on a commercial or asking to pass the soy sauce. I’m the kind of person that’s comfortable with silence, not feeling the need to fill every second with small talk, but I can tell Kyler isn’t like that. She keeps sneaking glances at me and tapping her toe as if she’s about to explode if something isn’t said.
    “Would you like more noodles or chicken?” I ask, standing to carry my empty plate to the sink.
    “Oh, no. I can barely breathe as it is. Chinese food is my guilty pleasure.”
    I take both of our plates to the kitchen and load them into the dishwasher, grabbing the fortune cookies from the counter on my way back out.
    “Pick one.” I hold out my hands with a cookie in each after slumping back into the couch. “But choose your fate wisely.”
    She taps her chin