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the nickname he used to call her. She even narrowed her eyes at the recollection, but then seemed okay with it.
    When he turned to leave he heard her call, “Jay?”
    He angled her direction and noticed her reluctance, which was odd. Sophia Nixon hardly lacked confidence.
    “Do you think maybe sometime we could, um, meet for coffee or— Oh right,” she cringed, biting her lip. “Y ou don’t drink coffee. Um, how about drinks or…lunch even,” she added hesitantly.
    Jay was surprised, even though he shouldn’t be. They did have a decent friendship before he acted like a dick and pushed her away. The attraction was there back then and it was present again, and Sophia actually looked like she was bracing herself for a rejection.
    “Yeah, sure,” he nodded. “I’ll give you a call sometime. Your number still the same?”
    “Only if you still have it,” she replied coyly.
    He slowly smiled. They’d parted ways after frustrating each other too much, but Sophia had actually told him to keep her number in case he ever needed a sympathy screw. Her words, not his. He’d never called her, though. Jay McCallan didn’t give callbacks to the scornful.
    “Yeah, I’m sure I’ve got it still,” he told her. “See ya, Phee.”
    When he returned to the table with Beck, it was obvious his friend had been watching the interaction. “Well she might’ve been having an orgasm, but I’m not quite sure,” he joked.
    Jay only scoffed and shook his head.
    “Seriously,” Beck said. “She was practically begging you to give her one.”
    “She’s different,” Jay answered, more to himself than to Beck.
    “Yeah, she looks a little different. Less dolled up.”
    “Even just her personality seems different.” He wondered what had been going on in her life to cause such a mellowing change in her demeanor. But even though he might like a less superficial Sophia Nixon, Jay knew he still didn’t measure up to much in her sophistication category. They were good together physically, but Sophia was classy whereas Jay…
    Well, he just wasn’t.
    And he never wanted to be.

 
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Jay woke slowly Sunday morning. He wasn’t hungover, but extremely groggy nonetheless. Then he realized someone was knocking on the front door, so he swung his legs off the bed and headed for the living room as he rubbed his hands over his face to wake himself up. Glancing out the window he spotted Melanie walking to her car parked on the street.
    “Hey,” he called to her after he flung the door open.
    She stopped at her car and smiled at him. “Dude, you know you’re practically naked, right?” she chuckled.
    He glanced down at himself in just his boxers but motioned her in, leaving the door wide open. After throwing on a pair of shorts from his room, he found her standing in the entryway shutting the door with her foot, and in her arms was a cardboard box.
    “What’s up?” he asked, eyeing the box cautiously. “You’re not dropping off a bunch of homeless kittens or some shit like that, are you?”
    “No, ” she laughed. “But take this, please. It’s heavy.”
    He peered into it as he took it from her, and the a roma hit him instantly. He raised an eyebrow at several plastic containers and glass dishes of food. “What’s this for?”
    “I meant to bring something by last week, but I didn’t get a chance to. You know, a housewarming gift. So since I suck at being considerate, I figured I’d make up for it and bring you extra. You can stick any of it in the freezer and heat it up whenever you want it.”
    Jay was seriously surprised by the gesture but headed for the kitchen with it as he tried to think of something nice to say.
    Melanie followed him and said, “And before you make jokes about being poisoned, Camryn helped me make all of that.”
    He honestly didn’t even care because he was already pleased that she brought him food, but he did say, “Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have slipped some Ex-Lax