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plastic baggie before putting them neatly back in the drawer. The scrubbing brush followed suit as she laid it neatly beside the gloves. She adjusted the brush slightly, then closed the drawer, satisfied.
    “Coming!” she called in a singsong voice. Rebecca threw her bright red hair over her shoulder, straightened her shirt, and went to answer the door.
    She never glanced out her peephole and had stood with her arms crossed and eyes rolling through many of Chris’s lectures about safety. She didn’t check this time either, but when she flung her door open, it wasn’t Chris standing there. It was the guy from the barbecue the day before. The one Chris had tried to pummel.
    “Howdy, neighbor!” He grinned awkwardly at her and stuck his hand out. “Rick Jones. Just moved in next door.”
    Rebecca grasped his hand hesitantly. She trusted Chris, she really did, and he had found this man to be dangerous. But at first glance Rick Jones seemed like a pretty harmless character to her, even if his forced smile was fake. “Rebecca Batiste,” she murmured. “Good to meet you.”
    He smiled at her, a kind of sad smile that clung to his lips without moving into his eyes. “I just wanted to introduce myself, since I didn’t have a chance to at the barbecue yesterday. It uh…it got a little weird.”
    Rebecca nodded and tugged her hand free. He was kind of cute, in a sad, lost boy sort of way. “Chris is a good guy. He’s had a tough time lately, that’s all.” She glanced over at Callie’s duplex to make certain no one was home. After yesterday’s incident, Chris and Callie had both left for his apartment. Callie had sent Rebecca a text explaining it was probably best if they stayed there a few days.
    Rick laughed a little, but it was strained. “Yeah, I’d sure hate to actually be whoever he thought I was.”
    Rebecca nodded. She understood that completely . “If I were you, I’d be concerned about resembling that guy. You don’t want to be on his bad side.” She pulled the door closed behind her and stepped outside for a harmless little neighborly chat.
    Rick’s face sobered suddenly, the sad half smile disappearing as she stepped out of the dark interior into the bright sunlight. His hazel eyes grew wide and his jaw clenched.
    Rebecca tilted her head to the side and asked, “Hey, are you okay?” He looked a little pale, maybe even surprised.
    “Yeah, I’m fine,” Rick responded, shaking his head. “I just don’t remember seeing you at the barbecue.” His voice had gotten deeper, huskier.
    Rebecca smiled at him. He was a strange guy, but when he used that deep voice it sent shivers down her spine. Sexy. “Well I saw you. Of course, everyone that was there saw you.”
    Rick nodded and looked in the direction of his house for a moment. He turned back to her and opened his mouth, then shut it again.
    “Well spit it out.” Rebecca shoved a strand of hair behind her ear, put her hands on her hips, and waited.
    A mild look of surprise crossed his face, and then a small but genuine smile barely turned up the corners of his lips. “I was just going to ask if you’d like to get a cup of coffee.”
    Coffee? Seriously? That was the best he could do? Rebecca tilted her head to the side and decided to screw with him a little. He was too cute not to. “I don’t drink coffee.” Bullshit. She drank coffee like a cop.
    “Oh,” he responded, a little deflated.
    “But I could go for some organic blackberry chamomile tea.”
    “Uh, I uh…” He was stuck, poor guy.
    Rebecca laughed. Men were so very predictable. “I’m pulling your leg. I love coffee. Want to meet for a cup tomorrow afternoon? Say around five?” That would give her time to get home from school and change clothes. And maybe he would drop the friendly neighbor routine and actually talk to her.
    “Meet for coffee?” He frowned. “I guess, yeah, that would be great.” He rubbed his neck absently and said, “Where should we meet?”
    “How