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must have been watching for a while.
    “Why did you stop?”
    “I was just having fun. I didn’t really want an audience.”
    “The place looks good,” he commented. I wondered why he was still at the other end of the hall. He seemed to read my thoughts as he pointed down on the floor. “It’s wet.”
    I nodded and pointed at the mop. “I know. I made it that way. Afraid of a bit of water?”
    Adam laughed then strolled through the hallway and into the kitchen while Bones came out of the bedroom and hopped up on the couch. I wanted to protest since I had just gotten the hair off but I continued my mopping.
    Once I finished the hallway, I dumped the contents of the bucket into the bathtub and left the mop in there to dry. I walked out into the living room and took a seat at one of the barstools. Then I grabbed Adam’s iPod out of my pocket and set it on the counter while he gathered ingredients for making something on the stove.
    “Good music,” I complimented and shoved it toward him across the counter.
    Adam glanced over at me and smiled. “I’m one for the classics since it was more my time.”
    “More your time?” He talked as if he were ages older than me. “How old are you?”
    “I’m two hundred and ten years old.” He flipped over something in the frying pan. It looked like an omelette.
    “Wow, and you haven’t found a soul mate yet? Not even a girlfriend?”
    “Oh, I’ve had girlfriends.” His mouth curled up at the ends. “But no soul mate, and if you read my file then you would know why. So, I guess that means you didn’t do your homework last night.”
    I blushed. Damn it . “No, I was, um, busy.”
    “How old are you?” he asked while grabbing now clean plate from the cupboard.
    “Seventy five.”
    “Seriously?”
    I nodded as I watched him slip the omelette onto his plate. He took a few bites of his food then met my eyes.
    “You’re just a baby,” he teased and peered at me form the corner of his eye.
    “Oh, and you’re such a comedian.” I retorted back.
    “How old do you tell people you are?”
    Before I could speak, my stomach suddenly growled. Adam laughed after realizing what the sound was.
    “Here,” he said and pushed the plate toward me. My mouth started to water just looking at it. He handed me his fork and then went back to the fridge for more ingredients for another omelette.
    “You already took a few bites from this.”
    “Afraid of germs?” he teased. “You shouldn’t be after cleaning this place.”
    I rolled my eyes and shoved half the omelette in my mouth. It had cheese, ham, salt and pepper, and peppers. As soon as Adam turned around to face me, it was gone. I rubbed my stomach appreciatively and he looked at me wide eyed.
    “Hungry?”
    “That was so good, thanks.”
    Adam gave me a small smile. “It’s a gift I have. Do you want another one?”
    I shook my head. “No thanks and twenty five.”
    “What?” His brow creased in confusion as he took my plate to the sink.
    “You asked what age I tell people I am,” I explained. Adam nodded returning to his cooking. “What about you?”
    “Twenty seven,” he answered easily as he flipped the second omelette.
    There was a knock on the door and I looked over at Adam confused.
    “Are you expecting someone?”
    Adam just rolled his eyes as if he knew the person on the other side and stomped over to the door. Another guy, about our age, barged in past him, excited about something.
    “Dude, you totally gotta come with me to this club tonight…oh I didn’t realize you had… company ,” the guy said when he noticed me sitting there. He had an olive complexion, wore a grey fedora and was looking me up and down.
    “Hey Seth, nice to see you too,” Adam muttered under his breath as he closed the door.
    “She’s pretty,” Seth commented as he studied me. “Please, tell me that you are doing her.”
    My eyes widened at Adam as if to say 'this is the type of friends you keep?' He had returned to