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difference.
    “This is on a different frequency,” he tried to explain. “Trust me. Someone has planted something in my apartment.”
    “I’m sorry,” she said as she rubbed her hands together to warm them. “It’s my fault. I should never have asked you to go out with me.”
    “I’ll find them and destroy them. We’ll be fine,” he sighed. His hands went to her shoulders. “Come inside with me.”
    She nodded and followed him into his apartment. Once inside she stalked around the apartment for several moments, thinking. “I don’t think we should see each other again.” The words came out as spitefully as she could manage.
    “What?” The shock in his voice hurt her chest. “I don’t understand.” His doe eyes looked so sad.
    “I can’t have a boyfriend right now,” she insisted. “We can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
    “But I don’t…” he started.
    “Just leave me alone,” she screamed. But her finger went up to her lips. She opened the door and slammed it shut.
    She tip-toed silently toward the couch. As quietly as she could she sat down. His quirky smile told her he was impressed. He even gave her a nod. He returned to his tablet and pushed on the screen. He walked around until he stopped at a decorative lamp. He looked all around it, unscrewed the bulb, and found a tiny piece of electronics inside the socket. He carried it in his palm to the bathroom, then she heard the toilet flush.
    He walked back through the living room, kitchen, and his bedroom. He shook his head and she exhaled heavily.
    “So tell me what’s going on.” He said it as he sat down beside her on the couch.
    “It’s my boss,” she said quietly. She was still unsure that another bug wasn’t hidden somewhere.
    “Who is your boss?” She shook her head. She refused to divulge that secret. “Why is he bugging you?” Florian shrugged her shoulders. “Okay then, why is he bugging me?”
    “She doesn’t want us dating. It’s a distraction.” And then she covered her mouth as she realized she gave away something.
    “She?” Jordan smiled as he realized he got a piece of something out of her. “Us?” He would keep trying, he decided.
    “Please don’t ask,” she said as she laid her head on his shoulder.
    “Are we dating?” He said it so poignantly her chest tightened. She didn’t want to encourage him, or discourage him. She just curled up closer to him on the couch and closed her eyes. It was so easy to sleep beside him. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d fallen asleep so easily without crying her eyes out first.
    He eventually fell asleep as well. When she woke up her cheek lay against his ribcage. His head rested on a pillow at the arm of the couch, and her arm rested on his thigh.
    “We really need to rethink our sleeping arrangements,” she grumbled as she stretched and walked toward his half bath. She turned back to him. He looked about sixteen while he slept. She wanted to peek in his bedroom. She wanted to drag him to his bed and fall back asleep with him.
    This caused her to stop short and stare at him. He really was handsome in a boyish sort of way. He seemed so innocent; naïve almost. She guessed he was a virgin. She liked the thought that he was as inexperienced as she was herself. She’d had boyfriends before her sister died. She’d made out with them, but nothing past kissing.
    She’d never slept with a guy before. She didn’t have brothers, or a dad. It was her, her mom, and her sister. Even her grandmother had been single most of her adult life. She’d been consumed by the evil things men did for years. She had nothing to balance out those thoughts. Until she met Jordan.
    He was caring, sweet, and innocent. He was good looking and smart. He was generous and kind. He made her breakfast. He was perfect. She decided she would happily retire and stay in Virginia, living next door to Jordan Stewart. She could become a phys ed teacher. Yes, she thought as she sat down on the couch