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was thinking about you, actually. I was wondering if I should come to see you. I'm glad I did.”
    “Surely you didn't put too much thought into that.” He didn't seem like the sort of man who would put too much thought into anything.
    “I did! I was worried. I was afraid you'd decline a date with me.”
    “Really? Why?!” Eva rose from the couch and went to the window, putting a bit of distance between them. Being close to him was too stifling. “I would have to be stupid to decline a date with you.”
    “I was afraid you didn't like me.”
    “Of course I like you. And it's still raining, by the way.”
    “Think it's ever going to let up?”
    “Not in the foreseeable future. Oh... I should get your clothes.” Eva rushed off to retrieve them as quickly as she could.
    When she returned with his t-shirt and jeans, he said, “Halfway through the movie, I was wondering why you hadn't gotten my clothes out of the dryer. I assumed it was because you liked my naked body.”
    Even though it was true, she retorted, “Har har. You'd like that, wouldn't you?”
    “I think I'd like the sight of your naked body better.”
    Eva tossed his clothes at him and crossed her arms. “You better behave yourself, Jamie. I was going to ask you to spend the night, but I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.”
    “Is it the wrong idea? That's a shame.” Jamie sighed.
    “You can spend the night here, if you'd like, and sleep on the couch,” Eva continued. “I can get you a blanket and a pillow. Now that your clothes are dry, it would be a shame to send you off in the rain.”
    “I couldn't agree with you more.” Jamie tossed his clothes on the floor and laid across the couch. Still half-naked. “Will you tuck me in?”
    “Sure, little boy,” Eva snickered. She grabbed a spare blanket from the closet, tossed it over his body, and tucked the excess material under his legs. Sliding a pillow under his head, she asked, “Are you comfy?”
    “A kiss would be nice.”
    So she kissed his forehead. “Anything else? I'll have you know, I draw the line at wiping your butt.”
    Jamie chuckled at her quick retort. “Thanks for letting me stay here, Eva.”
    “No problem.” She stepped back and stared at him, as if to admire her work. “Seriously, though, is there anything else I can get for you before I go?”
    “Nope.”
    “The bathroom's right over there, if you need it.” She pointed to an adjacent door. “So, um... goodnight then?”
    “Goodnight.”
    “Goodnight,” she said again, then hurried to her bedroom as quickly as she could. As she collapsed on her bed, Eva heaved a sigh. It was hard to believe such a gorgeous creature was lying half-naked in the next room. Only a handful of women would ever be so lucky.
    One thing was for certain: now she wouldn't be getting any sleep.

Chapter Eight

    Cora sat in front of her computer for several seconds, staring at her Harry Shaw folder. There were over two hundred pictures in that folder, divided into six different sub-categories, including: Candid Photos, Magazine Scans and Professional Photos. There was even a folder for Harry's Twitter pics. He had joined Twitter a little over a month ago, at which time Cora had become his ardent Twitter follower. He had uploaded three pictures of himself, and she had right clicked + saved them all.
    Back then, she never would have imagined she would actually go on a date with him, let alone, have his phone number listed in her “Contacts.” She picked up her cell phone and heaved a long, high-pitched sigh. She wanted to call him, but she didn't know if he would be happy to hear from her. Her gut told her he wouldn't be.
    “You're acting insane, Cora,” she chided herself. “If he knew how much time you spent thinking about him, he wouldn't be able to get away from you fast enough.”
    She had already changed her computer's backdrop. Her computer's wallpaper used to be a picture of Harry in a white button-down shirt, except the