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easygoing.
    “Twenty-two,” the
pizza boy lisps. The guy gives him a fifty and tells him to keep the
change. The boy’s face lights up, and for a moment I think that he
may just kiss the guy for giving him such a monstrous tip. Typical
of a tenant of this building. Throwing money around is
very fashionable ‘round here.
    The guy grabs the pizza
boxes, and the delivery boy practically skips back to the elevator.
My mysterious new neighbor turns to shoot me a warm and, well, quite
magnificent smile, before moving towards the inside of the apartment.
    “Do you live here?”
I ask, quickly before he shuts the door. It sounds stupid as hell,
but it’s what comes out of my mouth, so I run with it.
    He takes a step back
into the hallway. The guy is dressed in loose fitting jeans and a
plain white t-shirt, which offsets the color of his tanned skin,
which in turn highlights his brown and green-flecked eyes. Eyes that
sit below dangerously dark eyebrows and eyelashes. Intense. Deep. And a perfect set of lips, which form, as he looks towards me, a
slow-burning, brilliant grin.
    “Yeah,” he says
smiling. “I travel a lot though. Tyler Carson.” He takes a step
forward and extends his hand. I shake it politely. His dark hair
falls in a shaggy cut around his face. Then there’s the chiseled
jaw. And, oh my God ,
I’m staring.
    “Carson?” I parrot
stupidly.
    “Yeah, why? Have you
heard bad things around here? I swear that none of them are true,”
he laughs, placing a hand on his heart.
    “No, it’s just—”
I don’t want to finish my sentence, but I have to. “My fiancée
is also a Carson.”
    “The only other
Carson in this building is— Wait, are you Emily, Blake’s
fiancée?” he asks, clearly confused.
    “Depends. What have
you heard?” I respond skeptically, with a small smile.
    “My father only has
good things to say about you. I didn’t expect you to be so—”
    “Nosy?
Inappropriate?” I interject with a smile.
    “Beautiful,” he
says seriously, his gaze penetrating.
    “It’s a good thing
you haven’t spoken to your mother about me then. I’m sure she has
a different opinion,” I reply sarcastically. I had only met Dr.
Carson three times since Blake and I began dating. He was seldom
around, but after meeting Eliza Carson, I understood why. “Why has
she or Blake never mentioned you?” I realize how rude that sounded
the minute it leaves my mouth.
    Tyler doesn’t take
offense and throws his head back with a laugh. “I’m not on the
best of terms with either of them. Is my brother home?”
    I shake my head slowly.
“He’s working late.” Wow. Verbalized, that sounds even worse than it did in my head. It sounds
like the mantra of a million wives with legitimate reasons to
distrust their adulterous husbands.
    “Hey, wanna come in
for some pizza? I bought two, primarily because the only food I’ve
eaten in the last forty-eight hours was on an airplane and came
wrapped in tin foil.” Tyler shoots me a dazzling smile, and his
left cheek produces the most perfectly placed dimple I had ever seen
in real life.
    I’m just about to
politely decline his offer, when my stomach answers for me, in the
form of a loud rumble. I grin sheepishly.
    “I’ll take that as
a ‘yes,’” Tyler says, stepping aside and grandly ushering me
into the door of his apartment.
    I expected a carbon
copy of our apartment, with its polished stainless steel and modern,
angular furniture. But Tyler’s apartment is nothing like ours. The
entire kitchen is made from an ashy-colored beech wood. A series of
mismatched chairs are placed around a 1950’s style dining table.
Everything in here looks like it came from a salvage yard or a thrift
shop, but in a well thought out and artsy kind of way. The only
things that look new are the huge, framed projector screen against
the far wall, the treadmill in the corner, and two large pod-like
chairs, suspended from the ceiling by large brackets and thick
chains. I instantly