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cabinet in front of
me.  I bit my lip as his chest grazed my back, and inhaled his clean,
fresh scent.
    I unwrapped the foil from the cookies and
noticed he was filling up the coffee pot with water all the way to the
brim. 
    “Oh, no coffee for me.  Thanks.”
    “No coffee?  Do you not drink
caffeine this late?” he asked, scooping coffee grounds into the basket.
    “No, I do.  I just don’t drink
coffee.  Period,” I said.
    “No coffee?”  He scrunched his
nose.  “Freak.”
    My eyes went wide and I burst out
laughing.  “Did you just call me a freak?”
    “Yes.  Who doesn’t drink coffee?” he
asked, shaking his head, trying to hide his smiling eyes.
    “I don’t,” I said, still laughing.
    “Well, what do you drink then?” he asked.
    “Everything except coffee.”
    “Yeah, but what’s your favorite?”
    “Sweet Tea.”  I smiled.
    He made a face.  “Ugh, that’s
nasty.  So you’re a tea drinker, then?”
    “I suppose so.” 
    “Okay, let me see what I’ve got
here.”  He put away the coffee can and began to dig in his cabinets. 
“There it is,” he said a moment later.  “My sister left this stuff here
last time she stayed with me.”
    He handed me a box.  I read the
label.  “Blackberry sage?”
    “Yeah.  I’ll brew you some.” 
He dug a pan out, filled it with water, and set it on the stove to boil. 
    He took the tray of cookies and brought
them into the living room.  He picked a stack of papers off the coffee
table and shoved them into a messenger bag beside the couch.
    “What’s all that?”
    “Homework,” he replied, sitting down on
the couch.
    “That’s a lot of homework,” I said,
joining him.
    He laughed.  “No, not my
homework.  It’s my students’ homework.  I’m grading it.”
    “Oh.  You’re a teacher?” I asked,
surprised.  Of all the career fields I had imagined him in, that wasn’t
one of them.
    “Yes.”
    “What do you teach?”
    “I teach algebra to ninth graders,” he
said, biting into a cookie.
    Then I was the one who made the
face. 
    He chuckled.  “It’s really not that
bad.  Sometimes I even like it.”  He winked at me and my heart
skipped a beat.
    I took a cookie and nibbled on it, even
though I was far from hungry. 
    “This is a good cookie.  Your cake
was good, too.  You should be a baker.  If you’re not already, that
is.”
    I smiled.  “I’m not.  I’ve
thought about it, but it’s not really that practical.  Baking is just a
hobby for me.  It’s kind of how I wind down.  I don’t want to screw that
up by making a job out of it.”
    He nodded.  “So what do you do,
then?”
    “I work at a bank.”
    “Do you like it?”
    “Not really.”
    “Then why don’t you do something else?”
    “Believe me, I’m trying.  I must
have, like, fifty résumés out there right now.  It’s just hard to find a
job right now, I guess.”
    “I’ve heard that.”
    Kieran walked into the kitchen and
grabbed two mugs out of a cabinet.  He filled one with coffee and the
other with the boiling water from the pot on the stove.  He popped a tea
bag in the second one and brought them both into the living room. 
    “Here you go.  Let me know if you
like it.  My sister’s crazy about it.” 
    “Thank you,” I said, accepting the warm
mug.
    As he sipped his coffee, I looked him
over.  His hair was pulled back and he was wearing black pants and a long
sleeved red shirt.  It was ninety-five degrees outside.  I knew I was
probably out of line, but suddenly I had to know.  “Is that why you always
wear long sleeves?  Because you’re a teacher and you have to cover up all of
your tattoos or something?”
    Coffee spewed from his mouth.  “All
my tattoos?”  He laughed.  “What makes you think I have a bunch of
tattoos?”
    I shrugged and stared down into my mug,
trying to hide my embarrassment.  “Do you?”
    “No.”  He smiled, getting up and
going into the kitchen for a napkin to wipe