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tough, but they were a team, a unit, and they solved problems together.
     
    The front door opened into a tiny living room that was separated by a wall that held a small dining area. Both rooms connected to the small kitchen. The bedroom and bath led off to the right from a small hall. The kitchen had a small bar with two barstools, and since a dining room was not important, Renee had given the room privacy by hanging large gold and cream draperies across the entrance. A day bed was inside, as well as a small desk and chair. There were pillows that added splashes of color and the curtain gave a dramatic effect, and her friends often told her that her condo looked like it came straight from a home décor magazine. That made her feel good, because most everything in the condo was either from thrift stores, or she had sewn it herself. Before Brittany left for college, she usually slept in the converted room. But when she was young, Renee often gave up the bedroom when her daughter had sleepovers and slumber parties. It had worked for them.
     
    Renee looked back at Robert who had sat down on the couch. She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Make yourself at home."
     
    He smiled at her, slowly and maddeningly. He patted the couch beside him and raised his eyebrows.
     
    "No way. I don't know why you think you have the right to come here, but I'm going to go take a bath. I was mauled at work today. Please lock the door on your way out." Renee turned and fled to the single bathroom the little condo held.
     
    An hour later, after a long hot soak, Renee prayed he would be gone when she opened the bedroom door. Just in case, she slipped into shorts and a t-shirt instead of the big comfy robe she wanted to wear.
     
    She stopped abruptly when she looked at the couch. He was sound asleep, on his back. One leg on the couch, the other booted foot on the floor with an arm thrown over his forehead. Renee caught her breath at the sight of him. He looked different. Not so scary. Not so mean. Completely as sexy . She was momentarily thrown. What was she supposed to do with him?
     
    She decided to ignore him and went about her business. It was going on seven and she was hungry. Unfortunately, she knew he would be, too. She decided to make enough for two, and if he didn't eat it, she would put it in the fridge for tomorrow night.
     
    Robert slowly came awake to the smell of something cooking and the rattling of pans. He lay still while he absorbed the new environment he was in. The food smelled delicious and he cracked open one eye to see Renee industriously moving around the small kitchen.
     
    Her face was clean of make-up, and with a little peach t-shirt and shorts on, she looked like she was in her twenties, when he knew her to be thirty-eight.
     
    The scents and sounds of a home jolted him. He hadn't really thought about what to expect when he came here after work today, but this wasn't it. His sole perception of Renee had been from his contact with her at work, and the one time at the wine bar. All those times she had been dressed for social contact with her make-up and hair impeccable. He had never seen her out of that element, and what he was experiencing now was a curiosity to him.
     
    He watched her in her own territory. She moved with an economy of motion that told him she knew a kitchen well. He was aware her daughter was at college, and she looked like a young mother without any chicks. The house suited her, as did the outfit she was wearing. And to a guy that ate exorbitant amounts of fast food, whatever she was making smelled amazing.
     
    Renee saw his movements in her peripheral vision. Her hands shook slightly when he stood and stretched and prowled toward the kitchen. He pulled out a barstool and sat.
     
    Renee turned the heat off the soup she had thrown together and turned to face him. "I thought I told you to leave."
     
    Robert ignored the comment. "That smells amazing. What is it?"
     
    Renee tightened her arms