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both?
    Enjoy something because it tastes good
    and it’s good for them?”
    “I guess. But there are very few
    things that fit that description, at least for
    me. Everything I like is bad. Here.”
    Handing me a glass, she brought hers to
    her lips. “Ahh,” she said after a good
    long drink. “That’s better.”
    “What do you like that’s bad for
    you?”
    “Bacon. Butter. Chocolate. Wine. Ice
    cream. Bread. Chips. Cocktails. Things
    that are battered and fried.” She took
    another drink. “Should I go on?”
    “That’s your diet?” I set my wine
    glass on the counter and opened her
    fridge. “My God, how do you live?” I
    asked her, shaking my head. “Ketchup,
    mustard, jelly, eggs, butter, and
    pickles…what is that, olives?”
    “Yeah, but those are for my
    martinis.”
    “At least you have milk.”
    “It’s probably expired. But I do like
    cereal for dinner sometimes. And
    sometimes I put it in my coffee, if I don’t
    have cream.”
    “Jesus. No meat, no vegetables…” I
    opened the crisper. “One lonely apple.”
    “I’ve been busy,” she said, her tone
    defensive. “And no one asked you to
    look in my fridge, anyway. Get out of
    there.” She kicked the crisper shut,
    closed the fridge and leaned back
    against it, an adorably defiant look on
    her face.
    I shook my head. “No wonder your
    growth is stunted. You know, I was lying
    about the tree thing, but I do think if you
    ate healthier, you’d feel better. Maybe
    even grow a little.”
    “This is why I didn’t want to let you
    in.”
    “OK, OK. Suit yourself.” I should
    have stopped there, but something in me
    loved the way I could still rile her up.
    “But I’d be happy to share some of my
    tips for healthy eating and living with
    you if you’d like. Do you exercise?” I
    took her face in my hands, tilted it this
    way and that. Her complexion was
    beautiful, her skin like porcelain. “And
    look how pale you are—are you inside
    all day?”
    “It’s January in Michigan!” she said,
    leaning away from me. “Of course I’m
    pale!”
    “Well, a brisk walk outside won’t
    kill you. Vitamin D is important.” I
    grabbed my wine off the counter and
    took a sip to cover the grin on my face.
    She glared at me. “This conversation
    is over. And if you don’t stop making fun
    of me, this visit is over too.”
    “I didn’t mean any offense by that,
    Jaime. You look perfect. You’re
    beautiful.”
    “That’s not what you said a minute
    ago.”
    “What I said wasn’t based on how
    you look—it was based on what you eat.
    Mostly.”
    She cocked her head. “Why do you
    care what I eat, anyway? You haven’t
    spoken to me in ten years.”
    “I know. But you’re like a little
    sister to me, and I—”
    She groaned and flashed one palm at
    me. “Please. Not that again.”
    “Sorry.” I had to smile at the blush
    painting her face. “How about friends?
    Can we be friends?”
    “I don’t know.” She eyed me with
    skepticism, swirling her wine.
    “Oh, you're one of those ,” I teased.
    “One of those what?”
    “One of those people who believe
    men and women can’t be friends.”
    Leaning back against the counter
    opposite the fridge, I took another drink.
    “At least, not if they’re attracted to one
    another.”
    “I never said I was attracted to you!”
    she blustered. “I’m sure you’ve had
    women all over the world fall at your
    feet, but I’m not one of them. At least—”
    She fidgeted, then stood a little taller.
    Well, taller for her . “Not now. Not
    anymore.”
    “Of course not.”
    “Are you laughing at me?” she asked
    indignantly.
    “I would never. I’m just happy to see
    you again. I want to get to know you.” (I
    was totally laughing at her.)
    “And I never said men and women
    couldn’t be friends, either.” She jerked
    her chin at me.
    Fuck, that dimple. I wanted to kiss it.
    Actually, I wanted to rub it with the tip
    of my cock, but I tried not to think about
    that too hard.