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And especially not for me.

Looking back, we were roommates before we were enemies.

That should’ve been my first sign.

So many signs that I missed or ignored.

I’m clutching my empty wine glass when he returns with the bottle. I look up as he fills my cup … in more ways than one. “You brought dinner, donuts, and you cleaned the kitchen. How are you single?”

He finishes pouring the red, and it’s not lost on me the sight of him standing over me like this…

Excites me.

He corks the wine, sets it on the coffee table, and takes his place on the sofa with a fresh beer. “Did you miss the part about me being an asshole?”

“I haven’t witnessed an asshole yet, Micah.”

He shrugs. “You will. Trust me. Everyone in my life can attest to it.”

I tuck one leg under me and turn to face him, ignoring whatever show the television landed on. "Can I ask you something?”

He takes a drink. “You’re a real talker tonight. Ask away.”

This time I smile. “See there? I didn’t break into tears.”

He bops my knee with the head of his bottle. “I knew you were a pillar of strength.”

I hug a knee and take a sip. “You said you don’t do funerals.”

I can’t take my eyes off him. I’ve never studied anyone so fascinating. His expression doesn’t budge. “That’s because I don’t. I’m not like you … I have other hobbies.”

I prop my elbow on the back of the sofa and lean my head into my hand. “What are your hobbies?”

He tips his head and frowns. “Why are you asking hard questions?”

“You don’t have any hobbies, do you?” I guess.

“I do.”

“Then what are they?”

“Not going to funerals, that’s for sure.”

“Funerals aren’t my hobby,” I defend myself. “It’s my passion. I told you, it keeps me grounded.”

“There are other ways to stay grounded, Evie.”

I put my wine glass to my lips. “But it’s my way. You still haven’t answered my question.”

He points to me with his bottle. “I play in a softball tournament once a year. It’s for charity, which makes me a really good person.”

I bite back a smile. “Exceptional, I’m sure.”

“I even help organize it, which elevates my goodness even more.”

My smile swells. “Well, you might be the best person I know, and it has nothing to do with the donuts.” This time I give him a nudge on his thick shoulder. “You still didn’t answer my question about funerals.”

“Why do you want to know? Is it not enough that I brought you donuts?”

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