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      ‘Hey, Eliza.’ Cohen reached out and steadied my shoulders.

      ‘Liz,’ I huffed, righting myself.

      ‘Sorry, Bob got excited when he saw you.’ Cohen pulled back on the leash, tightening it to hold the dog back from me.

      ‘No—my fault. I was trying to see if I had any messages from our landlord.’

      ‘Oh, he stopped by today. We couldn’t find the bat, but we sealed up your chimney flue.’

      ‘We?’

      ‘I didn’t have class at the time, so I helped him. You have a really nice place, by the way.’

      ‘Oh, thanks.’

      We stared at each other for a few seconds. He looked adorably sexy in his loose-fitting gym shorts and vintage band tee.

      ‘So the bat could still be in there?’ I dodged Bob’s overeager advance toward me.

      Cohen tugged his leash to keep him in line. Bob sat on the ground at our feet. ‘Could be. But he probably got out the same way he got in.’

      ‘Okay. Well, thanks. I guess I get to sleep in my own bed tonight.’

      ‘Guess so,’ he said. I couldn’t help but notice his voice was laced with the slightest bit of disappointment.

      When I got home, I did a room-by-room check for the bat, then fed Sugar and Honey Bear who were circling my ankles and meowing eagerly for their dinner. I needed to make myself dinner, but figured a nice hot bath would relax me first. I grabbed a handful of almonds to tide me over and made my way upstairs, munching as I went. I filled the porcelain tub and added my oatmeal lavender bath salts and sank down into the water.

      I rested my head against the edge of the tub and breathed in the lavender scent. As the warm water caressed my curves, I couldn’t help my mind from wandering to the apartment above mine and a certain off-limits hottie who resided there, seemingly just out of reach.

      My few interactions with him had left me curious and wanting more. I wondered about the girlfriend he spoke of, and about his job as a firefighter. Picturing his buff body dressed in a firemen’s uniform sent a tingle across my skin, and I closed my eyes, sinking further into the water to enjoy my naughty daydream.

      After my bath I felt refreshed, busied myself in the kitchen. I loved to cook, but rarely made anything elaborate for myself.

      I gathered armfuls of ingredients from the fridge and cabinets while my mind wandered upstairs to Cohen and wondered if he’d eaten. I could cook for him as a thank you for dealing with the bat and sealing up my chimney flue. But I didn’t want to seem too overeager, and I was sure he had better things to do then spend time with me.

      I set a pot of water to boil on the stovetop and set the flickering flame to high before dumping in a palmful of sea salt to season the water. I wrestled my seldom-used food processor out from a lower cabinet and added in handfuls of basil leaves and pine nuts, before topping it off with a splash of olive oil and setting it to purée. Once the water was boiling, I dropped in the linguine and set the timer, then popped a frozen loaf of my favorite French bread in the oven to bake.

      I’d been unconsciously making enough for two. This was silly; I’d just go up and invite him for dinner.

      Halfway up the stairs, I hesitated and stopped. What if his girlfriend was over? Or maybe he already had dinner plans. I didn’t want to sound like I was desperate for company. Maybe I could just ask if he had any plans before bringing up the elaborate dinner waiting for us downstairs.

      I shook my head, reminding myself that the first step was seeing if he was even home. I continued up the stairs and when I reached his door, I could hear music playing, and knocked loud enough to be sure he could hear me. A second later, the door swung open.

      Cohen stood before me in dark fitted jeans and a baby-blue cotton Henley that made his eyes look amazing. ‘Easy E!’ He pulled me inside. He was holding an acoustic guitar in one hand, and I realized that was where the music had been coming from. ‘Want a beer?’ He took a sip from a bottle of Red Stripe and before I could respond, Bob came charging down the hall and launched himself through the air with enough force to knock me to the ground. He landed squarely on my chest.

      Ompf. A gust of air escaped my lungs at the contact.

      ‘Oh, shit. Bob, get off,’ Cohen pulled the dog back from me, but not before he got in a few slobbery kisses.

      I wiped my face with my sleeve and took Cohen’s outstretched hand.

      ‘Sorry about that. He’s bigger than you and he just gets excited.’

      I released a sigh and rubbed my aching tailbone. ‘It’s okay.’

      Cohen brushed off my backside and helped to straighten my tank top. His fingers brushed against my waist, and the heat of his hands through my top caused my heart to thump in my chest. Bob’s indiscretion was forgiven and the only thing I could concentrate on now was Cohen and how amazing his deep-blue eyes looked, highlighted by his baby-blue shirt.

      As if realizing his hands were still against my waist, Cohen dropped them and stepped back. ‘How about that beer?’

      ‘Actually I was wondering if you had plans tonight.’

      He took another swig. ‘Not unless you count drinking alone and messing around on my guitar.’

      I smiled. ‘Well I was cooking dinner downstairs and made enough for two. I thought I’d invite you over as a thank you for all that bat business.’

      ‘Sounds great.’

      He returned his guitar to its stand in the corner, ducking from the pitched ceiling as he did so. He patted Bob’s head then followed me downstairs with the bottle of beer still dangling from his hand.

      As soon as we entered my apartment, the vibe felt all wrong, like I was trying too hard. There were candles burning on my fireplace mantle, and soft jazz music playing in the background. God, was I old or what? I needed to remember that he was a college kid, more likely to listen to the latest indie band or hip hop sensation. I contemplated blowing out the candles and changing the music, but instead decided to shrug it off. I didn’t want to call more attention to it, and Cohen didn’t seem to mind in the least, wandering ahead of me through the apartment.

      I crossed the living room, following Cohen through the rooms I’d meticulously decorated with light earth tones in creams and browns to coordinate with the dark wood floors.

      When I turned for the kitchen, Cohen followed dutifully. The kitchen was small but was remodeled before I moved in, and boasted state-of-the-art fixtures and appliances. I cringed when I remembered I’d also lit a few candles on the center granite slab island.

      ‘Smells awesome. What’d you make?’

      Of course his mind was on the free meal, not the ambience. God, get a grip, Liz.

      ‘Basil pesto pasta with grilled chicken.’ I opened the double door fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine. ‘Would you like some?’ I held the bottle up for Cohen to inspect.

      He drained his bottle of beer and set the empty next to the sink. ‘Sure. Where do you keep the glasses?’

      ‘Behind you.’ I nodded to the mahogany wine cabinet on the far side of the kitchen that held numerous bottles of wine and had racking where the wine glasses were stored.

      He retrieved two of the glasses, while I concentrated on uncorking the wine.

      Cohen’s hands met mine on the bottle of wine and corkscrew. ‘Let me.’

      I stepped back and allowed him to open the wine, taking the opportunity to watch him uninterrupted. His hands were large, tapering to long, slender fingers with neatly trimmed nails. The backs of his hands were lightly covered in fine blonde hairs I could see when they caught the light. Everything about this man was attractive. From his clean cut features, to his broad

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