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that didn't make it true of Kevin. He wasn't like that; I was positive. At least, ninety-nine percent positive. Well, maybe ninety-eight, but that was still pretty good, wasn't it?
    By the end of the day I'd worked myself up into such a frenzy that I could hardly concentrate. Thankfully, I'd managed to avoid making any mistakes with my patients, but it was obvious to everyone—including me—that I wasn't at the top of my game. When three o'clock rolled around, I was grateful to be able to clock out and go home. I was hoping that a nice, long soak in the tub might relax me before our date… before what might turn out to be the 'big event' that Julie had alluded to.
    Before I got around to bathing, I made the mistake of looking inside my closet again. It was no more promising than it had been on the day of our first official date. It was funny, I'd never thought of myself as boring and drab before, but looking at the row of coat hangers in my closet was starting to make me change my mind. God, when was the last time I'd even gone clothes shopping? Judging by the tags on some of the plain, nondescript blouses, I'd have had to say 2007; which was around the time of the last relationship I'd been in.
    Typically, I followed a strict uniform of nurse's scrubs for work, or sweats on my days off, but I wanted to do better than that for Kevin. Not that I wanted to necessarily push the goods, but in my vanity I wanted him to at least know they were there. It wouldn't hurt to know that he liked what he saw, either.
    Not that it had anything to do with what Julie had said. Not a thing , I told myself firmly, before slamming the closet door shut and going to the bathroom to turn the faucet on. I liberally poured bubble bath into the tub, inhaling deeply as the aroma of vanilla and orchids filled the air. The scent alone made me feel better. My mood improved even further when I sank into the warm, sudsy water.
    There was nothing I enjoyed more after a long day than a nice, hot bath. It was my time to unwind and think, and after today I had plenty to think about. I'd done my best to push the nagging thoughts aside while I'd been at work, but now that I was in the sanctuary of my bathtub, I could let myself muddle over what Julie had said.
    Maybe it was true that men expected sex on the third date. I was always behind on things like that, and it wasn't like I'd dated anyone recently, anyway. My mama would know for certain, but there was no way I was going to pick up the phone and ask her. She'd be only too delighted to clue me in, and that in itself was part of the problem.
    And then say that she was right. Did tonight even count as our third date? Our first one hadn't been planned, so that really hadn't been a date, right? And even if it had been, that didn't necessarily mean Kevin expected anything but conversation. He wasn't like that. He couldn't be—he hadn't even tried to kiss me yet!
    But there was still that voice in my head, the one that sounded so remarkably like my mama's, that told me that if something looked too good to be true, get the hell out of there, darlin'. The thoughts warred with one another, each vying to be heard, until I could hardly stand it. I slid down, sinking further into the tub and letting the warm water envelop me and all my worries. Then I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, forcing the thoughts out of my head.
    I have to admit, when I want to forget my problems, I do a good job. Perhaps too good a job, because the next thing I knew I was being jarred awake by the sound of knocking at my door. I jolted upright in the tub, staring blankly at the bath water, which had gone cold.
    "Oh, no," I groaned when it hit me what had happened. "No, no, no . Not tonight…" I leapt out of the tub, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I didn't even pause long enough to drain the water before running into my bedroom. "Just a minute!" I called over my shoulder, hoping my voice was loud enough to be heard