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of cereal and flipped channels while she ate. Nothing was ever on in the wee hours of the morning, except infomercials. She had her choice of learning about a mop that could suck up a swimming pool amount of water or how to Be-Dazzle pretty much anything. She chose the mop.
    Not long after she finished her cereal, Eugene came in and sat on the opposite end of the sofa from her. She pulled a half-eaten bag of Cheez Doodles out from under the coffee table and tossed it to him. They sat in silence, except for Eugene’s incessant crunching, and watched the overexcited television host pawn his wares until dawn.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Olivia was running late for work again the next afternoon, and it was all Mark-Paul Gosselaar’s fault for being so damn fine. A marathon of Saved by the Bell re-runs had come on after the mop infomercial, and she’d had no choice but to watch it and reminisce with her old middle-school crush. It had been well past ten in the morning before she had finally managed to pull herself away from his dreamy, blue eyes and collapse into bed. He had then proceeded to invade her dreams, causing her to sleep through her alarm three hours later. If not for the bank calling to remind her she had forgotten to make her credit card payment, she would’ve been late for sure. Sam was a pushover, but every man had his limits. She had no intention of finding out if seven tardies was his, especially not when her bank account was sitting so empty she’d probably have to forget to pay her electric bill for a week or two as well.
    In a rushed frenzy, she threw on the first clothes she laid hand on, shoved a Twinkie into her mouth, and barreled through her front door—crashing smack into a solid wall of muscle. She bounced off and let out a cry of pain when she landed smack on her tailbone, her purse flying out of her hand, scattering its contents across the deck and back into her trailer.
    “You really have to stop crashing into me,” Wall of Muscle said through his rolling laughter as he held out his hand to help her up.
    Olivia ignored the hand and ignored the man and scrambled to her feet on her own. Muttering profanities, she rubbed her ass and scooped up keys, her wallet, a variety of candies and gums, her cell phone, close to three dollars in loose change, lip gloss she didn’t remember buying, a lighter, packets of hot sauce, emergency tampons… Oh, screw it. It would all still be there when she got home and she was late. She pulled her front door shut and brushed past Wall of Muscle.
    “Hey! Wait up!”
    “I don’t want whatever you’re selling,” she said, making a break for the Buick before he could start his sales spiel.
    Wall of Muscle followed her down the stairs. “I’m not selling anything, Olivia.”
    She turned at the sound of her name and laid eyes upon the magnificent body attached to the voice for the very first time. Her heart slammed against her ribcage and her tummy did that weird, flippy thing that made her insides tingle.
    “Ah…” was all she could manage to eke out. She could barely breathe, let alone think coherently.
    Wall of Muscle was the finest male specimen ever to walk the earth. He was tall—not giant tall, but perfect tall—the kind of tall where she could rest her head upon his sculpted shoulder while they slow danced to smooth jazz. His skin was tan, his hair dark, thick, and neatly trimmed. He wore a bit of stubble on his face but none on his neck, and his muscular arms were covered in the perfect amount of male hair. Everything about the man was so perfect it was almost as though he had been spawned from another world, except for the faint scar on his cheek which revealed his human mortality, making him even more beautiful.
    His mouth was moving and words were coming out, but Olivia had suddenly lost the ability to hear as the world around her moved in slow motion. If she were in a movie, this would be the precise moment when the director would cue Gary