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out nicely.” He was shaking his head.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œI take two baths a day. Morning and night.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œHabit.”
    â€œBreak it.”
    â€œTwo baths.”
    It was hard to argue with cleanliness. “Okay, fine. Take your damn bath in the morning. Just make sure you leave me somehot water and be out of the kitchen by seven-thirty.”
    â€œI eat breakfast at seven-thirty.”
    â€œWhere? In the tub?”
    â€œAt the counter, standing up. Toast, cereal, eggs and coffee.”
    â€œThat’s not healthy. You need to sit down and digest your food properly. You can eat your breakfast in the living room.”
    â€œBut I always…”
    â€œIf you want your morning bath, you will eat your breakfast in the living room.”
    â€œThat’s blackmail,” he retorted.
    â€œThat’s compromise,” she growled.
    He grinned. “Okay.”
    She regarded him suspiciously. “You’re agreeing?”
    â€œI just said I’d do it, didn’t I? Who’s going to do the dishes?”
    â€œWe’re each going to do our own.”
    â€œThat means I’ll have to come back into the kitchen, while you’re…”
    Oh, dear heaven! “Never mind,” she said, gritting her teeth. “Leave the dishes. I’ll do them.”
    â€œThen what do you want me to do to even things out?”
    â€œNothing.”
    â€œI’ll fix lunches for both of us,” he went on as if she hadn’t spoken.
    â€œI won’t be home for lunch.”
    â€œYou can take it with you.”
    â€œI prefer to eat in restaurants.”
    He tilted his head knowingly. “Can you afford to do that right now?”
    â€œNo,” she admitted reluctantly.
    â€œFine. Which do you prefer, peanut butter or tuna fish?”
    â€œYogurt.”
    â€œOn a sandwich?”
    Patience, Gabrielle. Have patience! “No. In its own little container. I’ll pick some up when I go to the store.”
    â€œDon’t you think we should go to the store together? For the next few weeks, I mean. If we combine groceries, we’ll both save. Right?”
    She supposed it did sound practical. “Okay. We’ll make up a list when we go back upstairs.”
    â€œWho needs a list? We’ll just go and get whatever appeals to us.”
    â€œThat’s inefficient and expensive. We’ll end up with things we don’t really need and we’ll forget some of the basics.”
    He stared at her solemnly. “You need to loosen up. Do you put everything in your life on little lists?”
    â€œNot everything,” she said stiffly. He was, however, remarkably close to the truth. She didn’t have much patience with wasted motion.
    â€œThat’s a good way to miss out on what’s important.”
    â€œIt works for me.”
    He shrugged. “If you say so. Now there’s one thing we haven’t talked about.”
    â€œWhich is?”
    â€œGuests. What do we do if we want to have someone over?”
    â€œYou mean like a date?” The mere thought of it raised all sorts of awful possibilities she hadn’t considered. She supposed a man like Paul would date a lot. She also imagined he wouldn’t leave those dates at their own front door with a chaste peck on the cheek. Thethought stirred a little agony of uncertainty deep inside her. She met his amused gaze.
    â€œYes, a date,” he said softly.
    â€œCan’t you wait until you move into your own apartment?” she grumbled.
    â€œI’m willing to compromise here, but let’s not go nuts about it. Don’t you date?”
    â€œOf course, I do, but it won’t kill me to meet my dates in a restaurant for the next few weeks.”
    â€œAnd after?”
    â€œAfter what?”
    â€œAfter dinner?”
    â€œWe’ll each go to our respective homes.”
    â€œSounds sensible.” The way he said