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    Tyler noticed me. A gorgeous smile spread across his lips. “Pree!”
    “Don’t call me that.”
    Vicki leaned around the corner. She arched her brows in warning and cocked her head.
    Okay. I saw him. I could leave now. I turned to retreat to my room when Tyler asked, “Don’t you want to stay for dinner?”
    “Dinner? What time is it?”
    “Four.”
    Oh, early dinner. “I have work to do.”
    “Here, take a plate.” Vicki practically shoved a plate full of casserole and salad at me. I took it but returned to my room.
    In bed, I ate the entire mouth-watering portion in ten minutes and drank the rest of my water from this morning’s gym excursion.
    The laptop warmed the blankets on my lap. The position hurt my back, but no way was I going to interrupt Vicki’s love fest by going to my usual spot at the dining room table. Of course, when my legs fell asleep half an hour later and straightening my back felt like someone was clawing my spine out, I’d had enough.
    With a grumble, I closed the laptop, yanked the cord from the outlet, and walked to the dining room. Vicki and Tyler laughed at the counter, empty plates in front of them and half-empty wine glasses in their hands.
    Vicki had her back turned to me, but Tyler looked past her and winked. He raised a glass. “Want to join us now?” Why did he have to have such a deep, sexy voice?
    I sat at the table and continued to work without a word, though I couldn’t help but catch bits and pieces of the conversation.
    Vicki, trying too hard to flirt, told Tyler about her job as a pharmacist and her entire life. Tyler in turn mainly discussed his music, since that was what Vicki kept asking about.
    “Do you have a roommate?” she asked.
    “No. Just me.”
    How could he afford a two-bedroom apartment in this part of town on a musician’s salary? Maybe he had another job, like bartending. He looked like a bartender. I wanted to ask but refrained.
    I finished working before six. I didn’t want to be in the conversation but at the same time, I didn’t want to leave, so I played solitaire and checked email. By six thirty, the conversation simmered and died.
    Tyler watched me. The first time I caught him, we skipped down the road of staring contests. Having those intense eyes bore into my soul shook the foundation of my dislike for him. I wavered and backed off first.
    His look was far from intrusive or creepy as it could be. Rather, he had an expression of determination with a hint of easy, laid-back sociability. And to my dismay, I liked it.
    I slumped in the chair and concentrated on solitaire as if it were the most grueling, mind-boggling patient case ever.
    “What are you studying over there?” Tyler asked as Vicki put away the leftovers and washed dishes.
    “You wouldn’t be interested,” I replied.
    “Try me.”
    “You wouldn’t understand something this complicated.” With the last ace up, the rest of the cards unfolded.
    “So, Pree, what do you do other than doctor stuff and the gym?”
    “That’s all she does,” Vicki answered.
    She was correct.
    “Did you grow up here?”
    “This isn’t my date,” I snapped.
    Vicki gawked at me, horrified by my behavior. Honestly, I was, too.
    “I guess I should leave. I’m obviously not wanted.” Tyler walked to the door.
    Vicki followed and muttered apologies. When he left, she stomped over to the table and glared at me. “What was that?”
    “He’s a stalker. I hope you didn’t tell him too much…oh wait, you did! You told him your entire life story and all you know about him is his music. Hopefully, you didn’t reveal anything about me.”
    “All he asked about was you. He likes you.”
    “So, he knows our schedules and the best time to kill me?”
    “Why do you think he’s a bad guy? Because he was your patient, playing at a bar where we had dinner, and lives in the same building?”
    “Revelations from the same night, remember.”
    “Explain how that can be anything more than a