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“I think I might have a suggestion.” All eyes were on her. She turned to Samantha. “How would you feel about rooming with me?” The words were out of Hunter’s mouth before she’d fully thought them through, but honestly, it wasn’t a bad idea. Sam needed a roommate. She needed a roof over her head.
    “Whoa. Really? You’d consider that?” Sam asked. But there was a smile on her face, like someone had just thrown her a life preserver. “I mean, I think that would be great. The idea of living with a stranger is kind of terrifying.”
    Hunter nodded and continued to mull over the possibility. “It would certainly shorten my trip to work every day. And I can vibe with this place. I’ve always liked it here.”
    Samantha bopped herself in the forehead. “That’s right. I totally blanked that you’ve been looking for a place.”
    “Perfect timing,” Brooklyn said. “The way that matched up.”
    Mallory nodded. “It really is. Almost like it was meant to happen this way.” Hunter thought of the feeling that had come over her back at her place and couldn’t help but wonder if that was the case. Life had a funny way of laying a path out in front of you.
    “What’s your timeline? How soon do you need to be out of your studio?” Samantha asked her.
    She winced apologetically. “End of next week.”
    Mallory stared at her, mystified. “You like to cut it close.”
    Hunter smiled and sat back against the couch. “Correction. I like to keep it interesting. It’s just how I am.”
    Brooklyn blew out a breath. “I’ll call Jess and get it set up. Sounds like we have some work to do. But later, okay? Pass me the hot fudge. The chocolate and I need to have a fancy love affair.”
    *
    By the next day at work, Hunter still wasn’t sure why she’d done it.
    It’d been an impulsive move, offering to share the loft with Samantha. But there was something about the timing of it all that made it seem somehow meant to be. The logic was simple. Samantha was one of her favorite people on the planet. She needed a roommate. Hunter needed somewhere to live. Surely there was something to that. Why shouldn’t they live together?
    Maybe because she hadn’t lived with another human since college and was about as independent as they came? But she could learn to cohabitate like a mature individual. And shouldn’t that be the short-term goal? Aspiring to new heights of maturity? Adult behavior firmly in practice? Well, within reason anyway.
    She was proud of herself for snatching up the opportunity, actually. This could turn out to be a really good thing. When she thought about it, Sam was the most organized person she knew. Maybe some of that order and structure would rub off on her.
    “Hunter, do you have the color layout for the Foster account?” Mallory said, pulling her from her contemplation.
    She blinked up at Mallory, replaying the question over again. “Um…yeah. I emailed it to you maybe fifteen minutes ago.”
    “Perfect. I’ll take a look.” But Mallory wasn’t done. She perched on the edge of Hunter’s desk and lingered a moment. “So we’re gonna be actual neighbors, you and me. I have to say I’m surprised. This is kind of a big deal. You infiltrating Soho full-time.”
    “Seems that way. Tell me, do fifteenth-floor dwellers hang out with eleventh-floor dwellers? Are there gangs? Secret handshakes? I feel like I have a lot to learn about the higher levels. My experience level stops at the sixth floor, and I want to be prepared.”
    Mallory grinned and snagged a paper clip to unfold. “Oh, there’s a lot to learn. And I can’t promise the hazing won’t be intense. Elevator bunny ears, cryptic notes slipped under your door, window washers with a penchant for flashing. Gear up, Hunter Blair, it’s on.”
    Hunter shrugged dryly. “Sounds like another one of my Thursdays.”
    Mallory threw a glance over her shoulder toward Samantha’s desk. As Sam had yet to return from lunch, she pressed on.