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back to his book. Teddy’d disappeared, probably to play The Sims on his computer upstairs. And Alex and I were playing DDR. It was a picture of lazy Sunday bliss, so why did suddenly it all feel so…wrong?
    “Olivia?”
    I turned at Alex’s question and flashed him a smile I couldn’t be sure looked real. “Yeah. I’m ready.”
    He tilted his head the tiniest bit. “You want to take a break?”
    Patrick must have heard concern in Alex’s tone, because he looked up again. “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing.” I waved a hand. “Too many pancakes. Let’s go.”
    Alex had changed out of his Hello Kitty pajamas and into a pair of faded jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, but his feet were still bare. He tapped one against the dance pad, but didn’t start the next song. He looked from me to Patrick.
    “Okay. If you’re sure.”
    “Sure. Let’s go.”
    But there was no way I could beat him, even with the different levels set to make it more to my advantage. I was distracted by the sudden, unexpected wave of nostalgia and something else, something I couldn’t parse. My performance was sucktastic.
    “I think you’re letting me win,” Alex said.
    Patrick scoffed from the couch. “Olivia never lets anyone win. Take your victory and savor it.”
    I gave Patrick a narrow-eyed glance. His teasing had a ring of truth to it that sat wrong with me. “I should get going.”
    This got Patrick’s attention, and he looked up. “Now? I thought you’d stay for dinner, at least. Alex says he’s going to cook lamb chops.”
    Alex laughed. “Dude.”
    I looked at him. “Now you know the real reason he’s letting you stay.”
    My teasing, too, had a ring of truth to it, but Patrick didn’t seem to care.
    “It’s okay. I like to cook.”
    In the background, the music of the game blared on and on, though I couldn’t blame my inching headache on that. I looked at Patrick again, settled so neatly on his couch with his book, and his friends around him, catering to him. Giving him whatever he wanted. Patrick annoyed me sometimes, the way anyone can on occasion. I hadn’t hated him in a long time, but I remembered, suddenly, how it felt to hate him.
    “I’m sure they’ll be delicious, Alex, but I can’t stay. It was nice meeting you.” I reached for his hand, and he took mine. Shook it firmly and let it drop.
    He put his palms on his hips. “Maybe I’ll see you again.”
    “Well, if you ever come back to visit Patrick, I’m sure you will.” I was already turning to go.
    “I’m staying in the area, actually. I got another consulting job. Just short-term.”
    I paused. Patrick looked up. He put down his book.
    “You didn’t tell me that.”
    “My contact with Hershey Foods just got back to me,” Alex said. “I’ll be here for about six months. Maybe eight, depending.”
    This caught Patrick’s attention and he sat straight up. “Where are you staying?”
    “Not here, don’t worry.” Alex laughed. “I’ve got a room booked at the Hotel Hershey for a week, but I’m looking for a place to rent for the rest of the time.”
    The sound of heels echoing on the wooden floors of my too-empty extra apartment rang in my ears, along with the ka-ching of a cash register. “I have a place you might be interested in.”
    Both men gazed at me then. Patrick’s brows had raised. Alex looked assessing.
    “I bought a building,” I explained. “An old firehouse. I live on the second floor, but the ground-floor apartment is vacant and partially furnished.”
    “You told me you didn’t want to deal with the hassle of having a tenant.” Patrick’s tone, faintly accusatory, put a small curl in my lip.
    Alex, on the other hand, let his gaze drift back and forth between the two of us before his mouth tipped up a fraction at the corners. “Where’s your place, Olivia?”
    “Annville.”
    I said it just as Patrick said, “The middle of nowhere.”
    “Annville,” I repeated, “is about twenty minutes from