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can’t wait to hear this.”
    â€œHis name is Free, short for Humphrey. He dresses in costume to help his brother. His brother needs to work out and is embarrassed when people stare at him, so Free dresses up to take the attention off his brother. Isn’t that sweet?” She slipped a copy of The Little Engine That Could from the bag.
    â€œStill sounds weird.”
    â€œWhen we talked the other day, I mentioned that we need books at the shelter. He asked me what my favorite book is and today he showed up with five copies for me to take to the shelter for the kids.”
    â€œWhat’s his angle?”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou just met this guy, this weird guy who plays dress-up, and he’s bringing you presents. What does he want?”
    Sam stared at the glossy cover of the book. “Why does he have to have an angle? Can’t he just like me?”
    â€œSure he can. You’re totally lovable, but I’m suspicious by nature.”
    Jess’s words made her think. Could Free have ulterior motives?
    â€œYou got awful quiet. What aren’t you saying?”
    â€œNothing. I was thinking about whether Free might be after something. But I’ve got nothing. He’s nice guy. I like him.” She put the book back in the bag. “And I hope he calls me and asks me out.”
    â€œAw, man, you gave him your number?”
    Sam imagined Jess’s eyes rolling back in her head, making her looked possessed. “Yes. He said his mom might be interested in doing a book drive for the shelter, so I gave him my number to pass on to her.”
    â€œIf it was just about a donation, why not give the shelter’s number?”
    â€œHe offered to give me his mom’s number, but I decided he could have mine. Plus, like I said, I’m hoping he’ll take the hint and call me.”
    Jess’s sigh came rolling over the line. She’d known Jess since freshman year. They were roommates and Jess had constantly teased her about being too naïve about everything. She wasn’t naïve; she chose to see the good in people.
    â€œI’m fine, Jess.”
    â€œI want to meet this guy. Check him out myself.”
    â€œBelieve it or not, I’m capable of going out on a date without your approval.”
    â€œAnd look how those have turned out.”
    â€œShut up.” She stood and bundled up for her walk to the el. “Besides, he might not even call me.”
    â€œWe’ll see. Drinks tomorrow night?”
    â€œIf I get my homework done, sure. Call me in the afternoon.”

    Free had been restless since he left Samantha the previous afternoon. The little bits of time with her at the coffee shop had become his favorite parts of the week, but he wanted more. So he called the one guy who could help him. Hunter.
    He’d called and woken Hunter up this morning and made lunch plans. Now he sat in his car outside the sub shop waiting. As usual.
    Free ran through his lines for extra practice while he waited. Hunter tapped on the window as he walked by, not waiting for Free to get out of his car.
    Inside the restaurant, Hunter pointed at Free’s hat. “Didn’t we outgrow that stuff about fifteen years ago?”
    Free shrugged. “It’s warm.”
    â€œSo, what’s wrong?”
    â€œWho said anything was wrong?”
    â€œYou called me at five thirty this morning to make lunch plans. What’s her name?”
    Free pulled off his hat, bunching the pom-poms in his fist, and blew out a breath. He hated that Hunter knew him so well. “Let’s order first.”
    â€œI knew it.”
    They placed their orders for foot-long Italian subs, extra dressing. They grabbed a booth and as they unwrapped their sandwiches, Hunter said, “Shoot.”
    Without looking up from his food, Free said, “There’s this girl, Samantha.”
    â€œKnew it,” Hunter said with a smirk.
    â€œI met her at the coffee shop