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Maya up at three on Friday.”
    “Great. I’ll drop Zoe at Michelle’s around five, then pick you up for dinner. Sound good?”
    She nodded. “Dinner would be wonderful. You need my address?”
    “I’ve got it.” He winked. “It’s on the soccer paperwork for Maya.”
    She nodded. “Of course.” She called to Maya. “It’s time to go, sweetie.”
    Maya started to complain, but let out an ear-splitting yawn.
    “I know a little girl who needs to get to bed.”
    “I know another one,” Brett said.
    “It was great seeing you,” Kathryn said.
    “You too.” He bent closer and whispered in her ear. “I’ll be counting the minutes until Friday.”
    “Really?” she couldn’t help asking.
    “Oh yes,” he said. “I’m positive .”
    Positive . God, he remembered. Lightning flashed between her legs.
     
    Twenty years earlier
    Kathryn had just put little Terry to bed. She checked her watch. Seven-thirty on a Friday evening and she was babysitting. The story of her life. She hadn’t dated, had never been kissed, had never even danced with a guy.
    But all that would change in a few months when she went to Stanford. Stanford, where everyone was as smart as she was. Stanford, where no one knew her. No one remembered the awkwardness of her middle school years. To the incoming Stanford class, she’d simply be Kathryn Zurakowsky, the girl with pretty brown hair and eyes, a great figure, and legs that wouldn’t quit. Yes, she’d grown into a pretty woman.
    Heck, even the Italian Stallion had said she was a fox. She still couldn’t quite wrap her mind around that one.
    Her tummy growled. She wandered into the kitchen to see what the Rogans had left for her. Debbie Rogan was usually good for some decent eats. Kathryn peeked into the fridge and found some Black Forest ham and cheddar cheese. A ham sandwich sounded good. Then she spied the left over pizza box. Mmm, even better.
    She pulled out the box and found three pieces of cheesy pepperoni pizza. Perfect. She placed two of them in the microwave and pushed start. She poured herself a glass of iced tea while she waited.
    Ding ! The doorbell. Who would be coming around on a Friday night? Could be the paper boy.
    She walked to the door and opened it.
    There stood the Italian Stallion himself, complete with Math book in hand.
    “What are you doing here?”
    “You said you were babysitting.”
    “Uh, yeah. And I am.”
    “The kid still up?”
    “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, she’s in bed.”
    “Good. We can study.”
    “I am studying. Government. Not Math. I’ll see you on Monday after school, Brett.”
    “Come on. Please? I came all the way over here.”
    “I’m not allowed to have people over while I babysit.” Okay, that was a lie. She often had friends visit while Terry was sleeping. Debbie didn’t mind.
    “Nice try, Kath. I talked to your mom. She told me where you were and said it would be okay if I stopped by.”
    Mental note—have a chat with Mom.
    “Nobody calls me Kath, by the way.”
    “Then I’ll be the first. I like it.”
    She kind of liked it too, and that irked her.
    “I have my own studying to do.”
    “It’s Friday night. You can study tomorrow.”
    “Yeah, it’s Friday night, so why are you here? Why aren’t you out partying with your heavy metal zombie friends?”
    He laughed. “Heavy metal zombies? That’s rich.”
    “Whatever. Why aren’t you out with your girlfriend?”
    “Michelle’s out of town for the weekend. Some wedding or something.”
    “And there’s absolutely nothing else for you to do than bother me?”
    He smiled, flashing his dimple. “I wanted to see you. I have some questions about math.”
    “Call me tomorrow, then.”
    “I’m here now. Come on, please?”
    The microwave dinged.
    “My pizza.”
    “You have pizza? Sounds great.” He walked through the door.
    “Uh, leftover pizza, and it’s only two pieces.”
    “We’ll order one then. My treat.”
    “Brett—”
    “Fresh