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of me when I was in high school, but it doesn’t really bother me anymore.  It’s more of a running joke between the three of us.
    Although, as my eyes once again fall on Sam, I think she just might be right about that.  He probably will make some woman very happy.  A tiny little prick of displeasure slides through me at the notion before I quickly shrug it away.
    Sam’s bright blue eyes stay locked on mine.  Barely can he contain the smile that is simmering around the edges of his lips as he says, “Oh, I don’t know about that, Mrs. Winterfield.  Can’t seem to find a woman willing to put up with me.”
    Rather disbelievingly she squeezes his arm again.  I’m starting to think she might be enjoying herself a little too much over there.  Which I can’t exactly blame her for.  Sam has muscles on top of more muscles.  His whole body is solid and defined.  Even his forearms.  “Well, I have a hard time believing that!  You’re such a handsome boy and smart, too.”
    Again she eyes me as if I’m too stupid to realize what I’m missing out on.  Unconsciously my gaze slides back to Sam before settling on those smirking lips of his.  That kiss, the one I keep insisting was completely insignificant, forces its way back into the forefront of my thoughts.
    A little shiver skitters its way down my spine as I remember what it felt like to have his warm lips sliding over mine…
    My entire body stiffens as that image plays back in slow-mo.
    What the hell am I doing?
    Yanking my eyes from his, I shove that thought away before clearing my throat uncomfortably. “I guess Sam should probably get to it, huh?”
    A satisfied smile settles over my grandmother’s lips before she adds, “The tools should already be up there, dear.”
    “Alright then, I’ll go up and take a look at what’s going on.  Hopefully it’ll be an easy fix.”  Brows drawn together, his eyes slowly shift between the pair of us as if just realizing that he’s been left out of some private joke.  “After that, I need to stop and say hello to my parents.”
    We both nod before Sam’s big body disappears up the curving staircase.  We hear his heavy footfalls above us until he makes his way to the bathroom.  Once he’s gone, my grandmother turns to me with a contented smile.
    “It’s so hard to believe that Sam is still single.”  And just in case I hadn’t already gotten the hint, she adds, “A good looking boy like that.  So handsome and strapping.”
    I can’t help the gurgle of laughter that escapes as I repeat, “ Strapping ?”
    Her narrow face crinkles with humor.  “Back in my day, we used the word strapping to describe muscular men.”
    Well, I certainly can’t disagree with her assessment on that one.  Sam is most definitely… strapping . 
    Lowering her voice, she continues with our previous conversation, “It’s just so surprising that you two have never gotten together.  He’s the kind of man who would treat a woman right.”
    I roll my eyes.
    Here we go again…
    Cue the Sam is the best guy in the whole wide world spiel.
    And hey, it’s not like I’m disagreeing with her.  But there are only so many times I can hear it.
    “Gran…” I practically groan.
    I’ve lost count exactly how many times we’ve had this particular conversation.  I think it must be somewhere around a million.  Needless to say, my grandmother adores Sam Harper. Actually, adores probably isn’t a strong enough word.  And I can’t deny that she’s probably right in her prediction.  Sam would treat any woman he was with like a princess.  He’s just so sweet and caring.  There’s absolutely nothing douchy about the guy.  Which admittedly is a rare find on any college campus these days.
    Knocking me out of my sudden reverie, she waves a hand in front of my face.  “Oh, don’t deny an old woman her pleasure.  One of these days you’re going to open your eyes and see what’s been sitting right in front of you the