Page 3 of Hooking Up

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She stares back into my eyes, assessing something. She nods like she's sure. "Psychology. If you want a fighting chance don't make a dumb comment about it."

"A fighting chance?"

"At taking me home."

I laugh. "You have me figured out?"

She takes a long sip of her drink. "Just that."

"You don't like people making comments about you studying psychology but you guess their motivations."

"Are you suggesting there's a correlation?"

"It's possible."

Her lips curl into a smile. Her eyes fix on my chest. My forearms. My eyes. "And you…"

"And I…"

"What do you do?"

"Does it matter?"

She laughs. "No."

"How do you know Sandy?"

"I live next door."

"You want to get out of here?"

She finishes her glass. Her eyes fix on mine. She nods. "Yeah."

I take her hand and lead her to the door.

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