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without stumbling, and snatched open the door as she was leaning on the doorbell for the fourth time. “What do you have for breakfast?” She breezed by him as usual and headed toward his kitchen.
    “Should I give you a key?”
    “Only if you’re always going to be such a slow poke about opening the door,” she called over her shoulder. She opened his fridge and then went through his cabinets. “You really don’t use this kitchen, do you? What do you usually eat for breakfast?”
    “Pizza.”
    “You’re really that fond of pizza?”
    “More than the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.”
    “ And how fond are you of cartoons?”
    He could feel a blush scalding his cheeks. “No more than the average guy.”
    She grinned. “My favorite is Phineas and Ferb . It was a shame that they got canceled.”
    Her response surprised him. He couldn’t imagine someone as perfect as her watching cartoons. Though it was early in the morning, her hair was sleek and shiny as always, not a single strand out of place. She wore a figure hugging black exercise tank top and matching pants. The outfit was too cute to be any actual use. Her nails were immaculate, painted purple with silvery sparkles on top. He liked that she kept them a reasonable length. They were feminine and long, but in no way reminded him of claws. Everything about her screamed dainty, tea-sipping flower. She was an interesting mix of sex and class.
    “We’ll eat breakfast at my place .”
    “I should dress first.” He was in an oversized shirt and shorts.
    She smiled. “Why? I’ve already seen you in your skivvies.”
    So he followed her over and watched her prepare two ham and cheese omelets . She gave him the task of washing and cutting strawberries and fixing coffee. When they sat down to eat, he noticed her pause. She put her fork down and bit her lip. “What is it?”
    “I don’t want to become a harpy but…”
    “No, go on. What is it?” He wondered what could make her hesitate. After all, she’d told him his hair looked like a wig.
    “Your house…I noticed that you’ve got several…accent walls.”
    Greg almost spit out his coffee. He swallowed quickly and laughed. “Don’t worry. I’d be glad to paint over them.”
    She smiled. “That’s great. And you should also remove the nails from the walls or put up new pictures.”
    “But what about when she comes back?”
    “She can put her photos elsewhere or put them in an album. You don’t want her to think you’ve been pining away for her. You want her to think the door is closed.”
    He frowned. “I don’t understand. When do I go after her again?”
    “You don’t. She’ll come to you.”
    He sighed. “This is never going to work.”
    “It will. Once we’ve got you ready, we will find the perfect opportunity to conveniently bump into her. She’ll see that you’re doing better than ever and she’ll want to be a part of that. But that is a long way off.” She sipped her coffee. “Now, I picked up at your house, but you still need to vacuum and dust. You’ve got to shop for groceries. I’ll give you a list later and give you dinner ideas. We’re going to limit you to lean meats and veggies. No desserts. No beer. No soda.”
    Greg groaned and buried his head in his hands as she continued the list of foods he couldn’t eat.
    “Hey,” she said, “don’t give me attitude. Men lose weight faster than women. Before you know it, you’ ll be beating the women off with a stick.”
    He somehow doubted that would ever happen. It’d never happened before, but it was a fun fantasy to indulge in for a moment. Oh, he knew he wasn’t a gargoyle. Daria had often told him that he had very pretty eyes .
    They finished breakfast and he helped Mykal clean her kitchen. Back at his house, she showed him a series of stretches. He wondered at her qualifications for helping him workout, but then he realized he didn’t have much choice in the matter. His funds were limited and she was helping for