Page 94 of Hooking Up

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Or maybe about how Walker is more appealing than a hundred millionaire rock stars.

He stands, moves into the kitchen, pulls the fridge open. "Shit." He presses the door closed then opens the freezer. "Not much."

"You like to cook?"

"Yeah."

"But you don't have any food?"

He shrugs. "I order in."

"Mmm."

He laughs. "I know thatmmm."

Shit. He's right. It's total therapistmmm. "Why don't you cook more?"

"It's a lot of work when it's just me."

"But you… you don't have any fat."

He pats his stomach. "And?"

"Tell me you eat nothing but chicken and broccoli."

"I eat a lot of chicken and broccoli. Have plenty in the freezer. But I'm not gonna feed you that."

"No?"

"Unless you find it appetizing."

I stand. Move into the kitchen. "If you don't like it, why do you eat it?"

"It's easy."

"Do you also eat a lot of egg whites and protein shakes?"

He laughs. "Eggs."

"With yolks and everything?"

"And cheese."

"You have any?"

He pulls the fridge open. "Yeah." He looks to me with a curious expression. "You want eggs for dinner?"

"Whatever is fine."

"We can order something." He closes the fridge door. Points to the menus hanging from magnets. "Plenty of options."

A picture of chicken tandoori grabs my attention. I tap the flyer. "This place."

He picks up aSan Diegomagnet, grabs the menu, hands it to me.

"You like San Diego?"

"Who doesn't?"

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