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press, then nodded. “I see that.”
    “All right, after about thirty seconds, we’ll stir it gently for five seconds. Do you want to do that?”
    “Sure.” He grabbed a spoon, then stirred when I gestured for him to. “Now what?”
    “Put the top on it, and we’ll let it sit for about three and a half minutes.”
    “That seems easy enough. I hope it works out.”
    “I do too,” I chuckled. He went back to leaning and gave me a fuller smile. I bit my lip, my blood still flying through my veins with passion. “Um… so you said the girls who go missing don’t come back, right?”
    “I’ve never heard of them being found, no,” he answered. “What does that have to do with the coffee?”
    “I um… I think I’ve seen one of the girls who went missing around ten years ago. I think she’s one of them.”
    “It could just be a girl who ran off that happened to resurface. Sometimes that happens with girls that disappear,” he shrugged. “What do I do with this now? I think it’s been three and a half minutes.”
    I walked forward and took his hand, guiding it to push the plunger all the way down. I then grabbed two cups and let him pour coffee into each, his eyes meeting mine the whole time.
    He took a sip and smiled, “That’s a hell of a lot better! Thank you.”
    “Sure,” I sipped mine as well. “It’s mostly for my benefit you learn to make coffee.”
    “I’m sure. So, what about this girl?”
    I pulled out the tablet and opened the window with her picture. I held it out to him. He moved close to me, so close he could simply lean forward and touch his lips with mine, then took the tablet. He glanced at it briefly, met my eyes again, before doing a double-take. He stared at the picture, turning his back to me.
    “You’ve seen this girl before?” he asked with a monotone voice.
    “I’ve seen her a few times. The last time was after…” I swallowed, “my dad died. She told me she was sorry.”
    “You didn’t tell me your dad died.”
    “No, I didn’t. You haven’t exactly shared a lot with me.”
    He turned to me, walking toward me almost aggressively, “You’re sure this is the girl? You’re absolutely sure?”
    “It’s her eyes. I know from the eyes.”
    He kept looking from me to the photo. He took a gulp of his coffee, then handed the tablet back.
    “I have to go make some calls. But I’ll be back to talk to you about this more. All right?”
    I nodded. He awkwardly patted my shoulder as I had with Stevie. He then rushed upstairs. I took a deep breath, the desire that had been bubbling within me still present, but dissipating with the sexual tension of the room. I leaned back on the island and rubbed my eyelids. That was more intense than I thought it was going to be.
    I guess the question is now, who is the girl? Was she an ex-girlfriend? She had to be someone he knew from the way he acted. Of course, he was acting strangely flirty as well, which is weird for him - it involves showing some emotions, which I didn’t think he possessed. I’m just not sure where to go from here.
    I went to sit on the couch, staring at the girl and drinking my own coffee. At least I have good coffee now. It could be worse - I could’ve let him make it. After a while, he came back down, looking world-wearier than he had before. He poured himself another cup of coffee and stood in the kitchen, leaning his elbows on the island and putting his beautiful head in his hands.
    Should I get up and comfort him? Should I pretend I don’t see him at all? I sipped my coffee. That seemed like the most reasonable thing to do.
    “I’m sorry to react in such a way,” he said, startling me into spilling the hot coffee on myself.
    I yelped, jumping up from the heat, “Hot coffee! Hot coffee!”
                  I jumped and danced, not noticing him wet a dish towel and rush to my aid. He brushed my chest where I’d spilled the coffee, cooling the burn.
                  “That feels